Page 107 of Bite The Terror That Feeds

He looked at me. “Don’t feel bad for me. I’ll get over it.”

“In my experience, you don’t really get over things. You just get better at dealing with them.”

His expression was hard, his emotions empty. “You and Larisa are close.”

“We’ve always been close.”

“But now,she’s one of us.” His look demanded more details. “What happened?”

“Aurelias was a dick to her—”

“He’s a dick to everyone.”

“But she still saved his life—for me.”

“What happened?”

“A yeti attack.”

“What’s a yeti?”

“Basically a snow troll—but much bigger.”

“Damn,” he said. “That woman’s got spine.”

“She does,” I said proudly. Silence ensued, and the tension filled the air between us. I knew what was on the horizon, what would come next.

“Are you going to sire her?”

“She hasn’t changed her answer.”

“Have you asked her?”

“Not lately.”

“You should ask again.”

I stared at the coffee table between us. “Aurelias broached the subject with her, and her answer was pretty clear. He said she’ll change it, but he doesn’t know her as well as I do.”

“It would be different if it came from you.”

That painful conversation we’d had was still fresh in my mind. She made it abundantly clear she didn’t want to be like me, and that meant she had a future with someone else, some other guy, just because he could give her children. “She already knows how I feel about her.”

“You told her?”

“No…she can feel it.”

21

LARISA

After I took a hot shower, I crawled into bed and ducked under the covers. Fang moved to his tree branch and immediately went to sleep. After our constant travels, I knocked out quickly, and was only faintly aware of Kingsnake’s presence in the room. I heard the water turn on before I fell back asleep. Then I woke up again when the covers lifted off me.

His warmth replaced theirs as he moved over me, as naked as I was. His kisses started at my neck as his fingers slid into my hair. His emotions surrounded me like a warm bath, golden like daylight, deep like the ocean. They surrounded me and locked into place, the most intoxicating experience for my sixth sense.

His kisses moved down my collarbone and neck, reaching my tits next.

My fingers dug into his hair, and my thighs encircled his hips. “I’m so happy to be home.”

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