Page 45 of Claiming Her Vampire

I cry out and come on his hand, contracting almost painfully. He howls his release, warmth shooting out, covering my hand and legs. Our mouths are a breath apart, open and breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes.

My desire has only been slightly satisfied. I’m ready for more as I take in the smell and feel of him against me. His cock is still hard and heavy on my stomach. His hair is tousled and sexy, shielding part of his face.

“I want you inside me,” I state. I watch his eyes flare in satisfaction.

“I would never deny what my mate wants,” he says, smirking. He lays me on the bed and sits back on his knees. He reaches for his tank when voices float up to us.

“Serenity?” Ava calls out.

“Fuck me.” He grits his teeth.

As much as I love her, I have a genuine desire to kill her. I care about nothing but getting Ryker inside me and drinking more of his tasty blood. I close my eyes in defeat when

Ryker gets off the bed. I guess we can’t continue while she is here. Bash is with her too. I hear two hearts beating, two different smells. Ryker was right. Bash doesn’t have a scent. Besides Ava, I smell a presence. Not any distinctive smell, but some being. That would come in handy in a fight.

“Do not go up there, woman,” Bash curses her.

“I will kill you if you come in here, Ava,” Ryker threatens, and I can’t find the will to be mad at him. She ruined a perfect moment.

Ryker picks me up off the bed. We walk into the closet, and he picks a pair of panties out of the drawer and hands them to me. I put them on, and he shoves a new shirt of his at me.

“Cover yourself, or I may have to kill Bash,” he says. He replaces his tank with a t-shirt.

I hastily put on a pair of my sweats. He hands me a couple of earplugs.

“What—” I start.

“Put them in; you’ll need them,” he encourages.

Once they are in place, we leave the closet. He holds my hand as we walk downstairs. I curse my silly heart, feeling all warm from the gesture.

“Your eyes,” Ava gasps and covers her mouth.

“Yeah, yeah. We’ve already covered that a couple of times.” Fleetingly, I realize I can hear her perfectly.

“Are you alright?” she asks. Her concern thaws some of the anger at her bad timing.

“I am,” I say and soften my tone.

“I was so worried. Seeing you like that. I told Ryker not to turn you,” she says, glaring at him.

“Don’t look at him like that,” I snapped harshly. “He had to. I would have died.” I’m surprised by the fury I feel towards her. Even though I was angry, too, the need to justify his actions was natural.

“Ren, I wanted you to have the choice. I didn’t want you to die, but everyone deserves the choice in all things,” she pleads with me to understand. I do. I know what happened to her. Her brother took away her choice. For a minute, I forgot.

“I’m sorry. Of course, you wanted that for me. I appreciate you for looking out for me. There wasn’t a choice to be made in this case. He had to.”

She nods, but her eyes are still sad and swirling with memories.

“My Queen.” Bash bows his head. “Congratulations, I’m happy for you both.” His expression doesn’t change at all.

“Thanks, Bash,” I say dryly.

“Ava insisted we come and check on you. She is very determined,” he chokes out, looking at her sideways.

“As you can see, she’s fine. Now you can leave,” Ryker says.

“Ryker, don’t be rude,” I scolded. “Anyone want a drink?” Talking about drinking, I would never have imagined I would find Ava’s blood tempting. I take a step towards her, licking my lips. Maybe just a taste.

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