Inhuman Heritage by Sonnet O'Dell Page B

appreciate his older, more mature brother; I would just get a new supplier.
    I chuckled and gave a little glare in Aram’s direction even though I doubt he saw it but he did see me as I stepped out cutting across the corner of the dance floor. Jareth was only entertaining one woman who was middle aged and I could tell from the way he held his legs that he was fighting not to find a reason to excuse himself. Jareth’s eyes flicked up as I came to stand before him, I checked out of the corner of my eye to make sure that Aram was watching, which he was much to the annoyance of the girls trying to keep his attention. Jareth looked me up and down appreciatively. He gave me a very charming smile. I leaned into him, bending so that he could see down my top to the top of my breasts and the pretty lace bra they were in.
    “Your offer,” I said just loud enough to be heard over the music. “Is the secrecy an integral part of it?”
    He cocked an eyebrow at me looking vaguely puzzled.
    “I do not understand.”
    The music from the dance floor was pretty loud tonight so I guessed I was going to have to give him a visual. I mounted his lap much to the protest of the woman with him, took his face in my hands and I kissed him. His facial hair tickled and I had to fight the urge not to laugh. Jareth was stunned for a moment before his hands trailed down my back pulling me against him by pressing his hands firmly on my buttocks. I had to fight a whole other round of giggles. Aram was standing now and as I rolled my eyes up to check his face, he looked really pissed off. I gasped and looked down Jareth’s body.
    “You’ve taken blood tonight.”
    “I have.”
    “Good.”
    The next few moments became a blur of vampire speed and movement, with the alcohol fuelling my brain it was very lucky that I didn’t throw up. Jareth threw me down onto his bed, which I didn’t mind in the least and pressed himself over me. He was hot and heavy with the urgency of a repressed sexual drive unleashed. I knew then that Jareth had not bedded a woman in sometime and he was crazy desperate to get right to it. He hooked my leg up over his hip and jabbed at me with the bulge in his pants, I made a small sound which he found delightful. He was back to kissing me when his door flew open and Aram stormed in. It couldn’t have been a better screw him moment if I’d planned it. Jareth pulled back to look at who dared intrude upon him and I looked up at my former lover from under his brother’s shoulder.
    “We have one small fight and you will abandon me to bed my brother,” Aram snarled angrily, there was even some spit flying around as he yelled. I smiled up at him lying back against the bed dreamily.
    “I thought you were done with me.” I was being vindictive and petty. God did it feel good.
    “I was angry,” he said and clearly demonstrated that he still was. Jareth moved back to his knees on the bed letting my leg drop from his grasp with reluctance.
    “Then perhaps you shouldn’t say things you don’t mean,” I chided him and my voice took on a little sing song lilt. I was being so childish and it was great fun.
    “I didn’t say that !”
    “But you did brother, I heard you myself,” said Jareth speaking for the first time. Aram turned to him with a vicious glare in his eye.
    “You dare speak to me Brutus, I turn my back for a moment and you mount my quarry.” I wasn’t sure I was happy about being called a quarry but compared to some of the other names I’d heard used for me it was a step up.
    “May I suggest then that you don’t turn your back? I will not apologize. She is,” he stroked his hand up my leg as he talked which made Aram clench his knuckles, “beautiful and powerful. She is someone to keep close and if becoming her bed mate in your absence will keep our ties close, I will do it. It is not like it would be unpleasurable and there are many others who would step in brother taking her ties from us completely.” I