Page 16 of Claiming the Dhampir

Yes, it was a lame response, but there was so much to unpack in those few sentences. I didn’t know my eyes changed colors. I also hadn’t realized that Mir made me smile so often. Now that I thought about it, Elliott was right. Even though most of her antics were completely inappropriate, she did make me happy.

Don’t get all sappy, Mir said, but I could tell she didn’t mean it.

“I’d like to meet her,” Elliott whispered, gently nudging my chin so I had to look up at him.

“You would?” I asked, not even trying to hide my surprise. Why was I surprised, though? He’d been the one to help us after the episode at Conrad’s.

“Yes.” He dropped his hand to his side and waited for me to make up my mind.

Mir? I’m leaving it up to you, I said.

I don’t know. Maybe?

I mentally took a step back. I wasn’t sure how to let her take over. It’d always been something she initiated. This really needed to be her decision though, not mine.

Thanks for being supportive, she said, but I could hear the uncertainty in her words. There was a little too much sarcasm for it to be gratitude.

A moment later, I could almost feel her consciousness slide around mine, like silk slipping between my fingers. It was a weird sensation, kind of like sitting in the back seat, too far away to grab hold of the steering wheel, but close enough to see all the action. With a huff, she took over.

“Hello, beautiful,” my wolf said, his smile widening. “I’m Elliott.”

“Hi,” my dhampir responded. “I’m Mir.”

I would’ve sucked in a sharp breath at her admission if I’d been in control. Ever since we’d picked her name, she was insistent that she didn’t want the guys to know.

“Before I worship my mate like the goddess she is, I need to know that you’re in agreement,” he said, making it sound more like a question.

My heart melted. He cared about Mir’s consent just as much as mine. Why wouldn’t he, though? He and his wolf also had to be on the same page for this to work.

Mir propped her hand on her hip and lifted an eyebrow at Elliott. “That depends,” she answered. “How does your wolf feel about all this?”

Elliott chuckled and shook his head. “He does not want to share, but we can’t bear the thought of not having you in our life.”

Mir smiled, but I could tell it was nothing like mine. It felt seductive and very naughty, just like all the inappropriate images in my head.

“Then I guess we’ll make sure we set aside special time just for you,” she cooed, stepping into Elliott’s space. Her fingers—my fingers—walked a path from his pectoral down those amazing abs and stopped at his belt. “I have all kinds of fantasies to play out if you’re up to the challenge.”

Elliott’s smile vanished, and a low growl rumbled from his chest. His eyes darkened dramatically, but he didn’t move.

“Is that consent?” Mir asked. “I really need to hear the words.”

“Seeing this assertive side of you is hot as fuck,” Elliott said. “But this wolf doesn’t submit. As long as your fantasies have me in charge, I’m completely onboard.”

Mir’s smile grew, and I could feel her rising to his challenge. She loved it, and I couldn’t say I didn’t enjoy the thrill. It was a little bit intoxicating and a huge turn on. My entire body tingled with desire, and I was pretty sure my panties were torched.

“I thought you liked it when I told you what I wanted? Could you pretend to be submissive?” Mir asked, sliding the fingertips of her other hand along the edge of his waistband. “Not for long, just long enough for me to torture you with a little pleasure.”

Elliott grabbed my wrists, but he didn’t pull them away. His pupils were completely dilated, and his chest heaved with each of his breaths. Mir slid my fingers along his waistband until they met at the button in the center. The tips of my fingers brushed against the soft skin on the head of his cock. Elliott groaned and snatched my hands away from his pants.

I smiled, loving that he was already hard and reaching for my touch. He wasn’t the only one, though. The anticipation was killing me. I wanted to strip him naked and do all the things Mir was fantasizing about.

“Let me ease some of that discomfort for you,” Mir purred, trying to reach for Elliott’s dick. “Seeing you naked is first on my list of fantasies. You could check that box for me, and I’d be happy to return the favor.”

Elliott groaned again, then took a deep breath. A second later, he wrapped his arms around me, pinning my hands behind my back. I wasn’t complaining. The length of his body pressed against mine. He smelled amazing, like soft leather and whatever soap he’d used in the shower.

I loved his scent, maybe even more than Damon’s. Probably because Elliott was safe from me. I had no desire to drain the blood from his body. I just wanted to claim him in every way possible.

“I’ll think about it,” Elliott said with a harsh edge to his voice. “Next time.”

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