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He was fucked.
Little Miss Full-Skirt-To-The-Knees was hot. His gaze settled on her breasts. No hiding herself from him. No blush. He remembered those tasty things. Still groggy, he swung his legs over the mattress and stood up, turning to face the female in his bed as he stretched his arms high over his head and arched his back.
Her eyes locked on his dick as if she wanted it. He looked down, and it jumped to life on cue. “When you stare at my cock, I get all kinds of dirty thoughts.”
She arched her brows, all innocent like. “So do I. Are you going to do anything about them?”
Tyr crawled back into bed, his palm landing between her thighs. “What’s say we play around a little bit?”
Jace laughed but spread her legs wider, her nipples already tight peaks.
When he gazed into her eyes before taking her mouth, a grin tugged at his lips. He stared into smoky lavender irises like Scottish heather. No more dusty blues. “I think I jumpstarted your witch. Come give us a nice morning fuck.”
Chapter Sixteen
Chiara perched on a stool in Thorn’s kitchen following an early breakfast and clean-up. After two nights at the ranch, they readied to leave. Fin had just asked a question, though, and she hesitated to answer, drumming her fingers on the counter instead.
“Too personal? Sorry. I don’t always have a filter.” Fin stretched onto her toes, putting away cups in an upper cabinet. “Thorn loves my witch gift. It’s pretty weak now, but he says it’ll get stronger with use and training. I just wondered what yours was.”
“I’ve had mine since Dax rescued me when I was a kid.”
“Cool. What is it?” She pursed her lips. “Sorry. I asked again. Nosy me.”
Chiara was reluctant to share. Obviously, Fin read her expression. No poker face for her. After all these years, she still wasn’t at peace with what she could do. Too long she’d seen herself as unnatural. An abomination. A killer.
Yet here was a woman like her in many ways. The first Chiara had ever met. Thorn and Dax believed they both descended from the powerful ancients, the Blood Coven. Something straight out of a horror film.
With a deep sigh, Chiara said, “I can heal. The flip side is, I can also hurt people.”
“Sounds like a good-news-bad-news kind of thing.”
“It is.”
Fin leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. “Does it happen accidentally? I mean without your wanting it to?”
“Sometimes. It’s the reason I ran to the middle of nowhere.” Chiara rested an elbow on the table. “Years after Dax saved me, I … killed someone because I knew nothing about my power.”
“Wait. You killed someone?”
“Yeah. He was scum, but he was a human being.”
“You didn’t know, honey.” Fin pulled a stool beside her, running a hand down Chiara’s arm.
“You said you weren’t surprised to see Thorn turn into a wolf. Why?”
Fin talked over her shoulder while she searched through cabinets. “My mom. She was a paranoid schizophrenic who ranted about superhuman beings. Vampires, shifters, demons. I didn’t believe her, of course. No one did. When I saw Thorn, things snapped into place. I was surprised but not shocked to find a man who could shift into a wolf. On top of it, there was something special about Thorn. I melt when he talks. If he touches me, I’m gooey. Sappy, huh? Just for him, though. Most guys have never turned me on. What about you and the vampire?” She waved a bag of trail mix in the air.
Chiara nodded as Fin tossed the snack into a cardboard box for the trip. “I’ve loved Dax in one way or another since he rescued me. For years, he was a superhero who fought off my nightmares. As I matured, he changed from savior to hot fantasy.”
“So, the two of you are … an item?”
“No. Almost, a couple of times. And he feeds from me because he has no choice. I think he gets turned on when he does, but afterward the vampire’s all pissy about it.”
“You want him?”
Chiara sighed. “I do.”
“You hang in there, honey. He sure looks at you like he’s got the hots.”
