Page 39 of The Vampire's Thirst
Chapter Nine
Daxleaned back in the booth, arms folded behind his head, pupils fixed on Chiara’s neck. Despite his having snarfed down two cheeseburgers with the works, an order of fries, onion rings, and a couple strawberry milkshakes, the little witch’s pulsating vein was still appetizing. Change in plans. Later in the room he would feed from the Blood Coven witch. Sure, other Firebrands were addicted to the descendants, but he wouldn’t do that.
What could one more time hurt?
“Pay the check.” Dax’s voice grated against his throat like rocks.
“I don’t have an unlimited amount of cash. We’ll need an ATM soon. Glad to see you have no hang-ups about women paying.”
A harsh laugh grated against his throat, painful memories flitting through his mind. Females had paid for him often. And males. He enjoyed them. The bonus was, as long as he fucked for his stepdad, no one fucked with Bounty.
With a slow, sad song playing on the jukebox, Chiara leaned across the table, chin resting on the backs of her hands. “I’ll take care of the check right after you dance with me.”
“Not my thing.”
“It is if you want me to pay.”
After unfolding from the booth, Dax sauntered out to the middle of the floor. “Well, why the fuck are you waiting?” He finger-waved the female toward him.
The little witch laughed. Again. The sound beelined for his heart, untangling it, warming it, making it not-so-blackened.
With hips swaying, Chiara sashayed onto the floor. Toe-to-toe with Dax, she wrapped her arms around his waist, sliding in close. Near enough her breasts rubbed against his chest.
Head bent, his loose hair a curtain around her, and his nose buried in her neck, he gripped her waist to pull her in so tight the jut of his arousal twitched against her belly. If that’s what the little witch wanted, he would happily oblige. Especially since he was going to taste her tonight.
For the last time.
To the beat of the song, Dax rolled his hips while she ground against the bulge in his jeans. He drew his tongue languidly along her neck as she shivered. His lips followed, one kiss after another.
Once the music ended, Dax pushed her away. “Now pay the hell up and let’s leave.”
“Your mood flips give me whiplash.” She rubbed her neck.
At the register, Chiara opened her purse to take out her wallet. With the bill settled, they returned to the motel in silence, Dax focusing hard on not grabbing her and sinking fang in the parking lot.
The minute the door of the room closed, he body-slammed the little witch against the wall. “I’m still hungry.”
She wiggled her wrist in front of his mouth.
“Not tonight. From the neck.”
“No. Look what happened the last time. Wrist.”
Dax captured her lips, his tongue sweeping across them. When she opened, he flicked inside, licking, stroking. But he forced himself to pull away. “Neck.”
“There are conditions.”
“Conditions? I don’t do conditions.”
“You do if you don’t want me to turn you into a toad. No fucking.”
“Is everything else legit?”
Her brows scrunched tight. “I guess. No draining me dry. And no feeding from anyone else while we’re together.”
“What? Are we going steady, too?”
Her tempting lips curled into a smirk. “Them’s the rules. Fangs are in your court, vampire.” She stroked her pulsating neck with two delicate fingers.
