Page 110 of Filthy Rich Vampires: For Eternity

“What are we celebrating?” she asked as I sat down across from her.

“Being alone,” I admitted, and she howled with laughter.

“I’ll drink to that.” She lifted her flute to me. Taking a sip, she looked around. “It’s so peaceful here. I feel like I’m in a different world.”

“That’s why I like it,” I told her as she began to eat with an impressive amount of gusto. Maybe Celia was onto something. But I would sense it if Thea was with child. I was sure of it. “I bought the island a long time ago.”

“What’s it called?” she asked between bites of shrimp.

I smiled at the way her eyes rolled back as she savored the meal. “I don’t remember. I meant to give it a name, but it never seemed very important.”

“What?” She put her fork down. “It doesn’t have a name. How do your boats find it?”

“Coordinates.” I laughed.

She stuck her tongue out at me. “Okay, duh. But it should have a name.”

“Isla Thea?” I suggested.

She gagged and shook her head. “You are not naming it after me.”

“Well, then, I have no idea.” I steepled my fingers and smirked at her. “I guess you’ll have to name it.”

“Me?”

“It’s yours anyway,” I pointed out.

“Half mine.”

“Yours,” I corrected. “It’s all yours. Everything I have. Everything I am. It’s yours.”

We stared across the candlelight at each other, lingering on the promise of those words. Finally, she glanced away. Looking at the table, she frowned.

“What’s wrong?” I asked darkly. What had I overlooked?

“Dessert.” She shook her head, dropping her napkin on the table as she stood.

“That is an oversight,” I agreed as she circled the table. “Shall I call someone? There are still a few people on the island who can bring something sweet.”

Thea’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she bunched up the skirt of her sundress and climbed onto my lap. “No need. I know what I want.”

“And what is that?” I purred.

She smiled, flashing me a little fang.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

THEA

I sank onto Julian’s lap and grinned as his hands swept over my ass, finding it bare. He groaned, his eyes immediately darkening to the same inky black as the sky above us. His palms coasted to my thighs, and he sank his fingers into their soft flesh.

“I might have forgotten to pack underwear,” I said, fluttering my lashes.

“It seems I’m overdressed,” he purred, “or are you only planning to feed?”

I licked a tongue over my fangs, allowing my smile to widen. I’d stopped feeding in Venice—not that I needed to feed at all, really—but there it had felt especially dangerous. Here? I could think of nothing I wanted more than to share my mate’s blood. “I want you inside me...” I leaned closer, brushing my lips over the shell of his ear. “...in every way possible.”

He turned his face to mine, keeping it a fraction of an inch from kissing me, as he reached for his belt. Undoing it swiftly, he freed his cock and began to pump it with his fist. Julian swallowed, drawing his lower lip into his teeth and giving me a glimpse of an elongated canine. “May I join you?”

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