Keeping Cambria by Kitty DuCane Read Free Book Online Page B

Their mate had deliberately misled them. “She must have had a car here.”
    “Un-fucking-believable,” muttered Venom.
    Viper asked Bear the location of her hotel, and he and Venom materialized in the room. She wasn’t there, and hadn’t been there in a while, based on her scent.
    “Fuck!” growled Venom.
    “What do we do now?” asked Viper.
    “We’ll call all our brothers and get them out here. We’ll have all our teams searching every motel, and tonight we’ll hit the bars.” That was Venom, the calm planner.
    “And if she’s left town?” His gut tightened. They didn’t have enough manpower to cover all the major cities on the East Coast.
    “I hate to say this, bro,” said Venom. “But if we don’t find her at seedy motels, I hope she’s hunting in Atlanta tonight.”
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
    Cambria swallowed the bile in her throat. She hated BDSM clubs, but lots of vampires trolled these grounds. This club was at the bottom of the slime barrel. No medical forms, no contracts, just pick your partner and do-si-do. Yuck!
    Tonight all the sweat and sex made her belly turn over. In fact, she’d been sick all day caused, as usual, by running on no sleep and a big case of the nerves. She hoped those…those…twins hadn’t given her a vamp disease, because she hadn’t heard any whisper of a foil pack tearing. Thank heavens she was on birth control.
    She halted the glass at her lips as sheer terror raced through her veins. Oh, my God. Could they…did they turn her into a vampire? Her hand shot to one of the bites, and she ran her tongue along her teeth.
    No fangs.
    She smiled at herself. Just checking.
    Cambria tugged at her too-short skirt, part of her vampire-come-get-me schoolgirl outfit. White, skimpy crop top that fell off her shoulders and knotted under her breasts, no bra, mini plaid skirt in baby blue, no panties, garters, white silk hose, and kick-ass pumps. She crossed her legs to push the skirt up even farther, so her ass could hang out as bait. Being newly naked down there almost made her want to put on some panties, but neither scraps of nylon nor hair would save her. At least her ankle was well.
    And other parts didn’t hurt either.
    Except for those bites on her shoulders. They did burn and throb like a mother.
    What have I done?
    She wasn’t the same any more, that much she knew. They’d somehow marked her, and she wasn’t talking about her skin. Visions of them constantly filled her mind, naked, cocks in hand or jutting out, abs to lick, muscular legs and arms, and faces belonging on the cover of GQ.
    Cambria had enjoyed herself so much she almost wondered why she wasn’t seeking out two from this crowd. There were plenty of takers, some not so pathetic-looking, but she tried to focus on her mission and not her clit, in spite of the fact that it needed rapid attention.
    And she longed for some sleep.
    Cambria had purposely napped in her car at the park, because she didn’t want to be found by her…uh…the twins. Hell, they might not be looking for her. They’d probably fucked half the females on the planet in the past how many ever years old they were, probably whole damn harems full. She was just one of hundreds of their one-night stands.
    Who would they fuck tonight?
    How many?
    She turned to the bartender and ordered another shot, then downed it as soon as he brought it to her. She couldn’t say the liquor made her feel better, because it didn’t, but she hoped to dull the something that felt like hot sexual need.
    Someone or something tapped her on the shoulder. She took a deep breath, plastered on the best smile she could muster and turned.
    “It must be my lucky day,” she said.
    The guy before her licked his lips. It was hard to tell if he was human or vampire since he didn’t have the glassy look of a rabid animal. The true tell was if he tried to bite.
    “You’re not a submissive,” he said.
    “No. No, I’m not. Is that what you need?”
    He nodded.