Page 71 of The Vampire's Thirst
When the four men reached the Firebrand section, Tyr and Brak took the remaining couch while Sig and Bade pulled over two stools.
Jezzi sauntered over to join the crowd. “Who wants to share a seat?”
When every arm except Tyr’s shot into the air, Jace smiled.
The sleek black-haired panther shifter sank onto Brak’s lap, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.
Oh, for that kind of confidence.
Jace nodded at the new arrivals.
“What’s wrong with me?” Sig frowned at Jezzi. “I have a lap I’d gladly share.”
“Nothing, honey. I just like my males old enough to shave.”
“I shave.” His brows drew into an angry slash as he stroked his cheek with the palm of his hand, probably feeling for whiskers.
The waitress dropped off four beers as Tyr pointed toward Galena and Jace. “Get ’em another of whatever they’re having.”
“What about the two lovebirds?” The waitress pointed at Ram and Denim.
“Why not? Maybe they’ll unlock lips and come up for air soon.”
To hell with it. Aggressive.
Jace leaned in, her sweater dangerously gaping open, and crooked her finger at Tyr. He tilted toward her. “Do you dance?”
“Yeah.” He sat back. As if he finally caught on, he lurched forward, his eyes latching onto the swells of her breasts. “Let’s do it.”
The warlock Firebrand with hard, carved muscles stood, the light glinting off the silver through his brow.
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Tyrclasped Jace’s smaller hand, running his thumb along the delicate back of her fingers. The female was wearing black flats and a full skirt which touched her knees.Sexy. He had no explanation for the crazy thought. He preferred curvy, aggressive females with big boobs who wore short tight skirts and fucking high heels. This female was not in the same game.Damn. She wasn’t even in the same ballpark. Nonetheless, she held his attention. Must be the unbuttoned sweater. Just one more pearl undone would be great. What he wouldn’t do to see all her delectable flesh. To have his mouth on her.
When they hit the dance floor, the DJ switched to the slow and soft “First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.” Tyr could dance to anything, but this was his preferred music, a tune where he could shuffle his feet while his body seduced his partner.
With an arm wrapped around Jace’s waist, he let a hand on the other rove down to the curve above her ass. Skinny but nice. She needed a few pounds, but that didn’t take away the rounded appeal of her buttocks.
In time to the sultry sounds of Roberta Flack, he swayed with Jace locked in his embrace. “Take out the ponytail. I like your hair loose.”
When she reached behind her head to tear out the scarf, her breasts arched against his chest. Tyr moaned while he rubbed his cheek in her hair.Silky. She smelled like fresh lemons.
“Lace your arms around my neck. I want to feel you against me.”
The female surprised him. Not only did she do as he commanded, but she ran her fingers through his spiked hair. He drew a deep breath, eyes closed, as she nibbled her way up his neck, her lips enticingly warm.
Tyr bent to capture her mouth in a hot, wet kiss which had his cock saluting. To show Jace what he wanted, he grasped her hips in both hands, pulling her against his arousal while he ground into her in time to the music.
She moaned into his mouth, her tongue dancing the tango with his.
Tyr wasn’t one for a lot of foreplay. He broke off the kiss. “Why do you like me?”
“You make me feel safe. Why do you like me?”
“You make me feel protective.” He grabbed her hand to lead her toward the exit.
Though the female brought out his uncharacteristic your-my-female-and-I’m-gonna-keep-you-safe genes, Tyr should have added how she made him horny as hell. In addition to his gorilla chest-pounding, having Jace in his arms ratcheted his lust up several notches until he had to have her horizontal. Right now.
