Three’s a Clan by Roxy Mews Read Free Book Online Page B

puncture wounds stood and wobbled out of the house like a zombie. He was a zombie with a hell of an ass in his skinny jeans, but I was still glad to have him gone.
    “Shelly, we hadn’t even had a chance to play with him yet. You better have blood in that big ass purse of yours, or go get us our toy back.” Matthew pointed toward the doorway, but didn’t bother moving from his lover’s arms.
    No one expected me to have any blood, so rather than appreciation, I got a pout when Matthew caught the bag I tossed his way.
    I shrugged. “At least it’s fresh, boys.”
    Steven started smiling. “You obviously had fun getting it. You reek of sex. It’s a shame that doesn’t come through in the blood. Does he taste good?”
    I wouldn’t know. I had only werewolf on my brain. I took from the dimple boy, but I hadn’t enjoyed any myself.
    “It’s blood. Drink it and be grateful.”
    “Well gee, that sounds enticing.”
    At least they left.
    My phone beeped. Another message from the Matheo.
    Did you acquire a new donor?
    Crap. Well, I guess I could always go back out for more, but we were reaching the end of the party night and most usable humans were either asleep or passed out by this point. Some vampires hunted this way, but it left a poor taste in my mouth. So I had some honor. Who’d have known?
    I did. But Steven and Matthew are drinking the spoils right now. I’ll procure more tomorrow.
    Office hours were great. I allowed extra credit for those who did blood donation. They thought they were helping the greater good, and I got willing, albeit slightly misled donors. I gave them cookies.
    I could feel his presence in the house. I knew he was nearby, but I was hoping we were still avoiding direct contact. The creak above me told me I was wrong. I stilled my body to prevent any reaction to him. I didn’t want him to know I wasn’t sure how this dance of ours would end.
    “I wouldn’t count on your office hours being so plentiful this time, my dear.” The Matheo descended the overly dramatic double staircase and started toward the sofa I had cleared and occupied.
    “Why is that, Father?” The term was a formality. The Matheo was a leader first. A caregiver came somewhere down the line after furniture polisher in his world of priorities. And we have a maid.
    “You are to leave your post. I have more need of you here.”
    His tone was odd. Even more so than his request. “Mid-term? Won’t that raise some eyebrows?”
    “You bedded a student tonight, did you not? Step down for that reason.” His voice was dismissive, but nothing this man did was on a whim.
    “He dropped the class. No longer an issue. I’d prefer to stay on. I am one of the last of us on campus. I don’t think we are ready for a move yet.” Not to mention getting out of the house to meet with a certain group of the furry persuasion would be much more difficult if I didn’t have access to campus.
    “We have a situation that I would like to gain control over. I have come across a group of wolves. All who have recently given birth to a hybrid, or are pregnant by vampire lineage. I want to take them in.”
    Well, knock me over with a blood bag. Maybe I had this whole thing wrong. “Didn’t you want to destroy some hybrids? Or are these the kind you want to keep? Are you bringing them here for slaughter? Because the cleaning bill alone would be more expensive than relocation.”
    “These women need guidance. They need a place to stay. And they can benefit from our…assistance.”
    His voice chewed on the last word. There was meaning there he wasn’t sharing.
    “Okay. I guess, I will have the staff clear the east wing and prepare it for a couple guests.” The miasma was organizing the logistics already. “How many women?”
    “Twenty. Plus children,” he said without hesitation.
    “What? And we are taking them all in? What about the other pair of hybrids that you ran out of town? Is the witch hunt off then?”
    Maybe we were wrong