Adam (The Protectors #5)

“I’ve never been surer about anything in my life, Sid.” The confidence of her words rang loud and true in the room. “Maybe I should ask you the same thing. I’m not the easiest person to be with.”


“I was nothing before you.” Sid grasped the back of her neck, pulling her toward him.

Lana also grasped the back of his head, leading him to her. “As I was nothing before you,” she repeated his words, pledging herself to him forever.

He felt her lips latch onto his neck. Her first pull of his blood was hesitant at first. His eyes found the vein of her soft neck, and as he sunk into it, he pulled out of her almost completely and then rammed into her as soon as his fangs slipped through her skin. Her soft scream of ecstasy almost did him in, but he held back and slowed his pace, wanting this moment to last forever.

Chapter 16

Adam heard the footsteps coming toward his room, but he didn’t want to get up because that meant letting her go. His arms were wrapped tightly around his Angel and he was actually rethinking being a Warrior at that moment. She had just fallen asleep an hour ago. He had told her she could stay with Jill or even Anne in the room they set her up in, but she refused, wanting to stay with him and he was more than happy to open his door, his room, his heart, his everything to her. Rolling his eyes at himself for his thoughts, he forgot about the footsteps until his door slammed open. Angelina, who was fully clothed in one of his shirts and a pair of shorts, flew up in bed, her eyes wide but not quite awake as she pushed herself up against the headboard her mouth wide-open in a silent scream.

“Whoa.” Adam stuck his head in her line of vision. “Angel, it’s me. You’re safe in my room.”

Angelina’s eyes cleared instantly, but the fear on her face took longer to disappear.

“Ah, shit, man. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” Steve back peddled out of the room. “I’ll just wait out here for you, Adam. I’m sorry, Angelina.” He quickly closed the door.

Letting out a long breath, Angelina shook her head. “I’m sorry.” She combed her long hair back from her face. “Guess I’m a little jumpy.”

Doing his best to look normal took a lot, because at that moment, he wanted to go to the holding cells and beat the shit out of the bastard who put this fear in her. “Hey, it’s okay.” Adam brushed a strand of hair still framing her face. “I’m going to beat the shit out of Steve as soon as I leave this room. Does that make you feel better?”

“No,” Angelina replied, and then laughed. “Maybe a little.”

Adam knew it was going to be up to him to take this fear away from her and he was more than up to the challenge. That bastard wouldn’t even be a memory. He heard the doorknob rattle. “If you open that door one more time, it will be the last door you ever open.” Adam’s tone was deep with warning, but his head never turned from Angelina.

“If we’re late, I won’t be opening anything anyway because Slade will kill us,” Steve replied from behind the closed door. “So it’s a no-win situation for me.”

Adam rolled his eyes making Angelina laugh. “Go on. I’m fine.” Angelina nodded. “I was in such a deep sleep; something I haven’t done in a long while and it just startled me.”

“Try to go back to sleep.” He stared at the dark circles under her eyes. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. It’s safe on this floor, but don’t go up or down the stairs. The kitchen is just down this hall on the right.”

“I’ll be fine.” Angelina stopped him. “Now go. I don’t want Steve to die.”

Adam laughed. “I wrote my number down. It’s on the table there.” Adam pointed. “Call if you need anything at all.”

“Thank you, Adam.” She leaned up, kissing him softly on the lips. “For everything.”

Not really knowing what to do, other than letting her set the pace, he kissed her back, being careful not to push. “I’ll see you in a little while.”

Grabbing a clean shirt, he tossed it on, opened the door and walked out. He knew if he looked back, he would crawl right back into bed with her, where he truly wanted to be.

Steve and Jill both stood just outside his door leaning against the wall with goofy-ass grins on their faces. Just as Jill was opening her mouth, Adam stabbed his finger at her, shutting her up. He then grabbed Steve by the back of the neck and led them away from his door. Once in the entryway, he pushed Steve away and stared at them both with narrowed eyes.

“I so told you so!” Jill’s eyes were shining with laughter. “Damn, I love it when I’m right.”

“And how many times am I going to hear that?” Adam frowned, but inside he smiled. Jill had been absolutely right, but he’d be damned if he let her have more gloating power over him.

“Oh, buddy.” She eyed him with her biggest grin, showing all teeth and fang. “For a loooong time.”

“Yeah, you’re screwed, my man.” Steve broke in. “When women get something right, they never let you forget it.”

“What in the hell do you know about women?” Jill snorted. “Women are always right.”

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