Page 68 of The Vampire's Thirst
“They need knowledge.”
Her companion laughed. “The OneCreator is all knowledge.”
“You give him too much credit. His fascination is with watching us best one another.”
“Perhaps but be wary. Your hubris shows again like your rosy nipples through a transparent peplos.”
“I believe I shall corrupt Gabriel’s creatures with knowledge.”
He shrugged. “How?”
She lifted her sultry eyes, dipping her chin, her smile coy. “By teaching them the pleasures of the flesh.”
“All this villainous talk makes me hard again.” Ohngel grabbed her wrist, whisking her beside him.
She leaned onto an elbow, her chin thrust forward. “I will seduce Gabriel for more information. Afterward, I will visit his creatures.” Gahya rolled onto her back. “One more fuck, my love, before I am on my way.”
He laughed. “While I satisfy you, why not consider leaving the prick’s Homo sapiens alone? And granting your creatures a conscience?”
Ohngel had no idea why he cared, but he suspected he was more invested in both species than were Gahya or Gabriel. Another flaw? First, millennia of uncontrolled lust. Then, a niggling concern for lesser beings.
“Who needs a troublesome conscience, my love?” She spread her welcoming legs.
As a warrior, Ohngel favored experienced opponents, those who willingly took up arms, knowing what to expect on the battlefield. Aeternals and Homo sapiens, however, were unaware and ill-prepared. They were caught between the goddess’s hubris and Gabriel’s willfulness, pawns in a game of destiny. Both were chess pieces set adrift on the board of life to find their own way.
Thoughts for another time. His lust pushed aside any serious contemplation as Ohngel thrust into the eager but uncaring goddess.
Celene closed the book, sad that Gahya and Gabriel tossed aside their creations as if they were failed, forgotten experiments. The whole world was adrift. She was forgotten. Humans could benefit from more guidance. And from what she’d seen of Aeternals, they were in desperate need of a strong hand. Along with a boot to the jaw.
Though Lort did not allow her any outdoor time since Jace’s escape, he provided workout equipment, books, and movies. But she missed the sun on her skin, its warmth, its caress. She missed the sound of another human voice. One day turned endlessly into another. Why keep going? She swung her legs onto the couch, leaned her head on the arm, and closed her eyes. To hell with her daily schedule. Celene deserved a pout-day.
Chapter Fifteen
Chiara’shead swiveled from Dax to Thorn. The vampire explained it all. The demons and warlock who nearly killed him and removed a chip from his arm. The guys who came to her cabin. Their escape.
Fin followed along with the conversation, too, a possessive hand stroking Thorn’s thigh.
“Chiara,” the shifter said.Wolf? He looked like a wolf. It was his shaggy hair and amber eyes. He stirred more sugar into his coffee. “You’re a witch?”
“That’s what I’m told.”
“You suspect Blood Coven?” he asked Dax.
“It makes the most sense. How, I don’t know. She’s never been on Scath. Says she’s been this way for years.” He combed nervous fingers through his midnight hair.
Chiara noticed Dax’s eyes were warmer than they had been when she first found him. They were still dark, but rather than as cold as obsidian, they reminded her of black velvet.
“You don’t know the latest theory?” Thorn sipped his coffee from a huge mug.
“No. What?” asked Dax.
The shifter’s laugh was deep. “New info out of Alarik’s office says descendants turn when they have a relationship with a Firebrand. A close relationship.” He squeezed Fin’s hand.
Chiara gave the shortened version of how Dax had rescued her from a burning car when she was a kid.
“Why were you close by?” Thorn grabbed Fin’s hand, kissing it after she brushed his hair off his face.
“Two Incubutts escaped from the gaffers in the Cubes. I was skirting the woods in pursuit. Heard the crash.”
