Page 57 of The Vampire's Thirst
“A newbie. You need training but yep.”
“I’m one of these Blood Coven’s offspring. You know this because my eyes turned purple after we had sex.”
“Right again.”
“This Cerberus guy wants me.”
Thorn nodded.
“And I’m in danger?”
Thorn bristled, controlling himself before he popped some claws and fangs. “You’re safe with me, darlin’. Always. You’re my mate.”
****
Laterthat night, Dax told Chiara he was going out for a walk, to think, to plan.
She chewed on the tip of her thumb. “Sure.”
Hiding in the shadows of the café, he watched the lights go out. Darkness didn’t bother him. He preferred it to the bright light of day. More at home in the inky night where his vampire vision gave him a distinct advantage over humans.
Soon the waitress with the flaunted breasts and long neck exited the door, turning a key in the lock. Before she could react, Dax was upon her, silencing her. With an arm locked around her waist, bending her slightly backward, he exposed her pulse. His lips kissed where he would bite as his fangs stretched in preparation. But incapable of the task, he sighed and pushed her away.
Damn little witch.
“Fuck.” Waving a hand across the female’s face, he erased all memories of him and Chiara from her mind.
On his way back to the motel room, Dax muttered, something he did frequently since meeting the human witch. “Damn. Holy Schism. I’ve been pussified.”
He’d sought the waitress as an experiment. It had failed, but he would not allow Chiara to be connected to him, to darken her soul as he had his own. Though they were connected for the moment, he would sever the ties. He didn’t need a female attached to him. She didn’t need a male who couldn’t even take care of himself.
He opened the door to their motel room, not even trying to be quiet. “Wake up, female.”
Chiara’s eyelids fluttered as she tried to hold them open. “What?”
“I’m hungry. Get the hell over here.” If he was a big enough asshole, which was easy for him, she’d see he was no hero. She’d see him for the monster he was.
She stretched and crawled toward Dax, kneeling with her hands on her thighs. “Have you kept our agreement? You didn’t go back to snag a quick bite from the waitress, did you?”
“Hell no.”
What is she, a mind reader?
He’d wanted to. Wanted to see if the other female made his taste buds pop like the human witch did.
“Okay. Snack time.” When he sat on the mattress, Chiara crept onto his lap, stirring an immediate reaction from his cock. He pushed her lush, long, curly hair over her shoulder and sank fang.
Delicious.
Dax’s first pulls were strong, fierce. Once he slowed, he savored the taste of Chiara, her blood fresh and wild like the herbs she collected.
When she moaned and ground against his arousal, his hand slipped under her nightgown. He scrunched it to her waist as he rolled her onto the bed. Unzipping his pants, he freed his throbbing shaft. Gripping it, he dragged it through her wet folds while he still clung to her neck, drawing on her nectar.
Chiara bucked her hips, her body reaching for him. Dax forgot about his promise to her. He withdrew his fangs and readied to plunge into her sex. To find release.
“I love you.” Chiara’s whispered confession was cold water.
“What?” Dax stilled.
