Page 104 of The Vampire's Thirst
“What are you up to, Brae? You can’t possibly be baiting Dax.” He cocked his head to the side, his icy blues turning hot cobalt. “Fuck. You are. Being a matchmaker for that vampire will not go well.”
“Just a little nudge in the right direction never hurt anyone. Especially vamps. Your breed seems to wallow in guilt and too much angst for your own good. A push. What’s the worst that could happen?”
“The worst? You could piss him off enough he’ll try to make you suffer. Then I’ll have to get in his face. He wouldn’t like that. You’ve seen two vampires go at it.”
“Remind me.”
“It’s ugly. Lots of fang, blood, and torn flesh. Then it gets violent.”
“Hmm. Are you saying you can’t take him?” One hand was on her hip. With the other, she stroked her chin.
His glare would topple weaker women. Fortunately, she wasn’t weak.Hell.If she was, Rein would have her under his thumb begging for mercy. She only begged for one thing from her mate. The rest of the time, she stood her ground. Stubborn to a fault, he said.
“I’m taller. Beefier. Almost as mean. Definitely sneakier. Then I’ve got the added warlock-incubus thing going on. Yes. I could save your tempting ass. Thing is, do I want to because you decided to play matchmaker? Got me?”
“Cluck. Cluck. Cluck.” She folded her hands into her armpits and flapped like a chicken.
He laughed. “I could be persuaded to protect you.”
Braelyn’s brows shot up.
Rein brushed aside the towel, fisting his very large cock. “But I’d expect a reward.”
“Just for rescuing little ol’ me?”
Stroke. Stroke. Gasp.
Her heart pounded in her ears, loud enough to echo off the walls downstairs.
The tips of Rein’s fangs glistened in the light from the window. “That’s right. Now come suck me off. Your hero’s waiting.”
“Yes, master, and thank you.” Braelyn dropped to her knees and gripped his velvet-over-steel length. Her mischievous eyes locked onto her mate’s glowing blues as she licked a bead of moisture off the tip. Her tongue stroked along his shaft. She took him into her mouth, a moan escaping as her nails dug into his muscular thighs. Her head bobbed up and down.
Rein spread his thighs wider, sinking into the chair, tossing his arms onto the back. If her mouth wasn’t so busy, she’d smile at the king enjoying his reward.
His hands dropped on top of her head. “Faster, Brae.” He pumped into her, his hips rolling up and down. “Yes. Damn.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Pissed, Dax disconnected from Braelyn. With an eye on his D-chip, he searched for Brak.Demon, get the fuck out here now.
Brak sauntered out the kitchen door, a sandwich in hand, his mouth full. “What’s up, vamp?”
“Change in plans. I’ll take Chiara to her witch training at the Thaumaturgy Institute.”
Brak pulled his brows down in confusion. “No can do. Got things to deliver there followed by a meeting.”
“Okay. You can come along. Chiara, leave the furry mutts alone and get over here. What time is your training today?”
She patted Boris’s head, rising unsteadily as the dogs pushed at her legs. “In about an hour.” She stumbled when Ivan nudged her but caught herself, giggling as the animals jumped up.
Dax growled while he sent a sharp look to the beasts. They plopped to their haunches, heads hanging, their droopy eyes pleading for mercy. He held his hand out level, the dogs dropping to rest on their bellies.
Chiara glanced from dogs to Dax. “Stop controlling my babies.”
Dax squinted. “Not doing a thing.”
“Yes, you are. You fixed your black beady eyes on them, and they behaved.”
