Page 77 of The Vampire's Thirst
He returned to the motel room in a pissy, snarly mood. Once the meet with Thorn was behind him, he’d show Chiara what an aroused, thirsty vampire was like. No more holding back. Tonight, she would take all of him. She’d let him go once she realized she couldn’t possibly love a monster, especially one who didn’t save his mother or beloved sister.
The door opened and an unhappy Thorn stormed in. Dax rose onto his elbows, having stretched out on the bed. After the shifter relayed intel about two tanks with guns aimed on the portal, he shared his news.
Thorn tapped his wrist to phone Kole.
Dax swung his legs over the side. “Tell him they’ve got three Black Hawks, M2 50s, and muzzle-loading mortars.”
“Got it.” Thorn relayed Dax’s intel before he disconnected. “I told Kole not to come through at Bozeman.” Running fingers through the straw-colored hair hanging in his face, Thorn threw himself into a chair. “Logan says to head up the road for thirty minutes to Livingston. It’s a small town along the Yellowstone River. Less traveled portal. We’ll take off at first light to give the ladies some rest.”
Dax strode toward the door.
“You okay,freron? You’re looking a little pale. Need to feed?”
“Yeah.”
“Chiara?”
“Seems so.”
Thorn shot him a knowing grin. “Watch it. You might get attached.”
Dax’s jaw snapped tight, his teeth grinding together. “Never. Attachment makes males weak.”
A chuckle escaped Thorn’s lips. “I’m interested to hear you share your misguided belief with Rein or Kole. Remind me to duck. Send my Fin over when you go next door to your Chiara.”
“Not my Chiara.”
“Whatever you say, bloodsucker.”
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Chiara was on the bed with Fin, watching a game show when she heard the snick of the lock.
Dax pushed through the door, brushing his long black hair over his shoulder. His mouth was a hard slash, his teeth gritted. The news wasn’t good.
Fin turned off the TV to say her goodbyes, looking extremely excited to join Thorn.
Setting the book on a side table, Chiara swung her legs to the floor. “Bad day at the office? Home for dinner, dear?”
Dax aimed his cold, obsidian eyes shot with red at her, a sure sign he was hungry. Gone were the black velvet irises. She paused, almost frightened.But no.This was the man she loved. He was surly, dangerous, proud. Despite his denials, he was also protective and honorable. She didn’t know why he couldn’t see himself for who he was.
Chiara sashayed over to her vampire, sweeping the curly hair from her neck. “Dinner served.”
Dax twisted an arm behind her. When he tangled his hand in her tresses, he push-walked her toward the bed. “No rules, little witch.”
“When you put it so sweetly, how can…”
“Quiet. You’re about to be fucked by over two-hundred-and-fifty pounds of thirsty vampire.” He captured her lips in a rough kiss, shoving her onto the mattress.
When he climbed on top, Chiara curled her fingers around his neck to pull him in tighter. Tonight, he belonged to her.
Weighing her down, he used a knee to part her thighs while crumpling her gown to her waist. He ripped off her panties, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. His aggression was palpable, the air shimmering with his hungry savagery.
Chiara sucked, licked, and stroked his tongue. Maybe he didn’t love her, but he would change. She would change him.
Her fingers delved between their bodies, searching for his zipper. She pulled it down, grasping his hard length. Setting her palm on fire, his cock pulsed, warm flesh over hot steel. She coiled her fist around its thickness, stroking him. Up. Down.
Dax moaned while he thrust into her hand. He shimmied his pants to his knees as she continued to pump his shaft, gliding from crown to root, using his sounds to guide her.
