His Reign (The Opeth Pack Saga Book 1) by Sascha Illyvich Page B

followed after him.

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    S everal hours later , the trio had made it to the village of Szentendré. Walking down the cobblestone streets as humans wasn’t too difficult, since most folks were inside and those who were out in the cold were too busy dealing with the weather to notice three people, no matter how different, walking down the street.
    For some unexplained reason, the ability for Józsi to maintain his illusion as a human was stronger here.
    A large Doberman sitting outside a butcher shop barked at Lukina. She huddled closer to Józsi. Józsi turned around and glared at the big dog. He whimpered and shrank back against the wall.
    “We could get a room for the night and leave first thing in the morning,” Lukina offered.
    “No. We need to leave tonight.”
    “We’re not going to catch anything out of Hungary going to the States this late in the evening. We’ll need money, supplies, and passports. By the time we arrive in Budapest, it’ll be after midnight. Please, Józsi. Let’s just rest tonight.” She tugged on his hand.
    He looked at her carefully, studying her face. They were all hungry and cold. A night wouldn’t kill them, would it? The faster he got out of this country, the better.
    “I can take care of the money, passports, and all, but…” He sighed heavily. “Fine. Find us a place, Lukina.”
    Half an hour later, the trio had checked into a quaint little hotel in downtown Szentendré. The innkeeper showed them to their room upstairs. Opening the door, he bid them a good night and handed them the key before returning back to his desk with his fat old wife.
    Józsi looked around at the small room. “It’s not much, but we can get a hot meal tonight and be out of here before anything else happens.”
    There was a small bed for two that sat atop a wooden frame. A pitcher of fresh water sat on the wooden nightstand next to a telephone, phone book, and some tourist information.
    Ilona sat on the edge of the bed and took off her top. “Do we have running hot water?” Her breasts bobbed up and down and her skin revealed marks from Józsi and Lukina’s earlier play.
    Józsi’s mouth watered at the sight of her luscious flesh. He grew hard instantly, desire coursing through his veins.
    Lukina kicked off her shoes tossed them by the far wall. Padding into the tiny bathroom, she began whistling. She shut the door.
    “She’s an odd one.” He shrugged his shoulders.
    “Ever since I can remember, she’s been the odd one, Józsi. Acting out, demanding, making sure everything was as fair as possible. That’s been a role she’s had forever.”
    He shrugged and undid his boots. “It’s a big burden for a small wonder.”
    “ Igen. Yes. She is a small wonder, but she’s our wonder.”
    Józsi couldn’t take his eyes off Ilona’s chest. “You should put a shirt on or you’ll catch a cold.”
    She grinned wickedly. “I’m going to join Lukina in the shower. You should help warm us both up.”
    “Anything to—” He stopped himself.
    A heavy sigh came from Ilona. “Pass the time, Józsi? Why are you so desperate to get out of Hungary?”
    “Because I don’t belong here. It’s not my home.”
    “You keep saying that, but it’s not entirely true. Is it? You really are confused as much as we are by the prophecy. Admit it. And you want to be back with us. I can smell your attraction and since we haven’t shared blood”
    Rational thought was impossible with her sitting in front of him bare chested. So, he said nothing and chose to remain ignorant to the stirring in his loins.
    She ran her hands over her breasts, behind her head, taking her thick auburn hair with her, letting it fall over her shoulders. It blanketed her. “The skirt is wet and should come off, too.”
    “Strip.”
    A large grin crossed her face. Standing, she shoved the floor length skirt past her hips. She stepped out of it and handed the wet cloth to Józsi.
    He took it from her and set it on a chair by the heater.