Page 20 of The Vampire's Thirst
Here she met her mate. The amazing demon whose love became her torch in the darkness. They’d had a child, Kae. Still an infant, but already she had Daddy wrapped around her perfect little finger.
Kole looped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her tight. “It’s just an office. You’ll have grander headquarters someday. I believe in you, in your ability.”
She tilted her head, her mate’s eyes glowing gold fire. “But I became a woman here. I met you here. I became someone I like. I gave birth to a precious girl.”
“You’ll always be that woman. She isn’t defined by brick and mortar, Frisca. She’s defined by what’s in here.” He tapped her heart.
Skyler wrapped a hand behind her mate’s head and pulled him down for a kiss, a hot, meaningful kiss.What the heck.Her lipstick was already a mess.
“You’re brilliant, demon. Come on. Let’s blow the portal.”
He shot her a toe-curling smile. “Fireworks are my specialty.”
When sparks jumped across Kole’s fingers, Skyler touched fingers to his arm. “You won’t burn down the whole place, will you? It is a historic building.”
“No. I’ll let loose a controlled burn. Just enough to get rid of any evidence of us.” With a flick of his hand, wildfire shot across the room.
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Chiarablew on the nails of what she liked to think of as her trigger hand. “Don’t try anything with me, fangmouth. Hero or not, I’ll cast a spell to wipe the floor with your dead ass. I am not your Big Gulp with a side of ejaculation.”
She might have been exaggerating her powers a bit. After a spell, she needed time to regenerate. She could never have done a back-to-back, but he didn’t need to know.
Dax shoved his black, snarled hair onto his back while he stared at her with those predatory obsidian eyes. She’d never met a man so seductive. If he weren’t so menacing, he’d be her fantasy come to life.
When he’d saved her from the burning car, he became the poster boy for superhero. Through a child’s eyes. Once she was older, he’d starred in every dream as the tall, buff romantic lead. Through a woman’s eyes. In her nightly fantasies, he was painfully beautiful. Strong but kind. He would come to her bed to seduce her with his sultry mouth and sweet words.
But the man in front of her bordered on malevolent.Still…She chewed on the tip of her thumb. Having seen him work his penis—his huge penis—was erotic as hell. She wanted to touch him, stroke his hard flesh, make him come in her hand.
“What are you?” He puzzled his forehead, his long, dark lashes outlining his eyes.
“I imagine a witch.”
“What do you mean, ‘you imagine?’”
“I haven’t met any others. I have no one to compare myself to.”
While he inched closer, his nostrils flared as he sniffed the air. “You smell human. Your aura is human. But you cast a spell like a witch. I felt the chill. And you channeled your power from me, feeding like a mage. Have I mentioned I hate witches?”
“Good to know. Did you make me this way when you took me out of the car?”
“What? No. The salve you rubbed on my wounds earlier. How did you come by it?”
“Self-taught. I read books on potions, herbs, healing, the works. If it sounds witchy, I buy it.”
“But you can cast spells, too?”
“Sure.”Sometimes. Without much control.Of course, he didn’t need to know the particulars. Chiara shook out her arms, preparing to use her hands again when Dax’s lips curled into a snarl. “Stay put, Vlad.”
“I’m not Vlad.” He cocked his head to the side.
“I’ll sizzle your bones if you move closer.”
“I can’t stand here forever, little witch.”
A stare-down commenced, but Chiara broke eye contact to chew on her thumbnail. “I suppose not. What do you propose?”
“You don’t spell me, and I don’t…”
