Page 145 of Burn for Her

“It’s done,” Lena bristled. “It’s over.”

Dorian’s brow furrowed. “How did you even find us?”

“Malachi,” Lucian sighed. “He was able to get a bead on Lena since her blood was still fresh in his veins. Called me on my cell while we were doing that perimeter search. We’d have gotten there faster if we hadn’t been ambushed by six Savag-Ri who saw us running and decided to jump off a roof to attack us.”

Talk about perfect timing. He knew Malachi could trace the ones in his House during their first days of pledging fealty to him. Never thought it would come in handy though.

“I owe you guys,” Dorian winced as he tried to sit up straighter. “If you and Xin hadn’t held him back to give me a chance to kill him, I might not be here right now.”

Never mind the fact that Lena had helped him make the final cut.

That was just…. Yeah. Whoa.

Lucian waved him off. “You don’t owe us a damned thing.”

The vampire had always been his friend and gave him what he needed when he needed it. That included blood from his vein and the courage to go after Lena.

“You might have to kiss Victoria’s ass for a little bit,” Lucian’s brow raised to his hair line, “She controlled Stryx long enough to get him home and yada, yada, yada. I think she kept the bear trap as a souvenir. Crazy bitch.”

Dorian chuckled. Ouch. “Why do I feel like I’ve been hit by a train?”

“Your body’s still healing from the curse. That’s going to take time. How you were able to stave off the final burn is beyond me. I just about pissed myself when I saw your skin sizzle.”

“Sheer stubbornness.” Dorian puffed.

“And grit,” Lena bent down and kissed him. Their mouths fused together.

Pretty sure he just caught fire again.

“Annnnd on that note, I’m out of here.” Lucian headed for the door and neither of them stopped him.

The door clicked shut, and Dorian smiled against Lena’s mouth. “Get over here so I can ravage you.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?” She crawled over to straddle him on the bed.

“Think Malachi would get pissed if we broke this headboard?”

“Only one way to find out.”

Dorian’s soul set ablaze for his mate. Threading his fingers through Lena’s hair, he unbound her braid and rolled her over. Nestled between her thighs, he nipped her bottom lip. “You’re overdressed.” He yanked her shirt, tearing it down the middle. Her shorts didn’t stand a chance of survival either.

“Better?” She cocked a brow at him.

“Significantly.”

He kissed her slowly, savoring every stroke of her tongue and brush of her lips. “You killed for me.”

“You lived for me.”

He nudged her thighs open a little wider and ran his fingers along her pussy. “So wet.”

“I’ve been on guard duty, watching over a killer vampire. It makes me hot. And thirsty.” She hooked her legs around his waist and his eyes rolled back when she sank her fangs into his neck. He thrust into her, one inch at a time, as she drank from him.

His soul went up in flames like a set of curtains next to a bonfire.

His pace turned vicious. Her kisses deepened. They clutched, bit, clamped, sucked, and clung to one another.

“I love you, Dorian.” She brushed the hair from his face as they continued to worship each other straight through the night. “I love you in a way I didn’t understand was possible.”

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