“Do vampires not regenerate skin back?”
He grabbed the soap and lathered the rest of his body before answering. “We do but not very quickly. Within a few days or even a week depending on how bad the injury is.”
“How did they get the crow brand to stay, because it’s not very deep looking. Wouldn’t it have fixed itself?”
He shook his head. “After the final cuts are made, the blood is rinsed off with water, then dried. The salt is the final test. If you cry out, then they will clean off the salt. Your skin will grow back and you will not be a warrior. They pack the salt on it in heavy clumps.”
“You never made a sound,” Chloe said in wonder. He shut the shower off and stepped
out. He wasn’t modest about his nudity but grabbed a towel from the wrack and wrapped it around his waist. He started past her, but Chloe grabbed his shoulders.
She gasped. “You’re cold! You took a freezing cold shower this whole time? You are
such a bastard.”
He flashed her an angry look. “Excuse me?”
Chloe shook her head at him quickly hopped onto him from the sink, wrapping her arms and legs around his icy cold skin.
“Shit, baby,” she said, her teeth chattering.
“God dammit let go of me, Chloe.” He tried to push her away but she locked her ankles together.
“Not until you’re warm. Besides, I like this.”
He took a deep, angry breath, then marched out the room with her on him. Chloe grinned when he started pulling back the bed covers. He sat down and pulled them both under.
“You’re really sweet sometimes, you know.”
“I am your Protector. It’s my duty to see to your comfort.”
Chloe burst out laughing and pressed kisses over the stubble on his jaw. She pulled back and looked at his scar. His eyes watched her, but she ignored him. The growth of beard coming in spread over his neck, chin, and jaw but not in the crevice of his scar, making it stand out even more.
“How did you get it?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Of course it does,” she insisted.
“Why?” He sounded sincerely confused.
“Because I want to know.” His skin was warming up nicely against hers, making her feel all kinds of sexy.
“In the Great War, I was fighting a group of demons and another came up on me by
surprise. His sword flew at my neck and I never saw it coming. Francis kicked the demon back and killed him. The blade only nicked my skin.”
Chloe’s jaw dropped. “Francis as in Frank Bellum? My Papa? He saved your life in the war?” Tyrian shifted his eyes away looking uncomfortable. “Oh my God, that’s the debt you owe him, isn’t it?” She couldn’t keep the excitement out of her voice.
In her excitement, Chloe wiggled her hips against him and felt an unmistakable, hard press. Her eyes popped open and she looked down between their bodies to find his cock a massive pole between them.
“Oh, baby, why didn’t you say so? she purred.
“No,” he said, already denying her. His hands grabbed her hips and started pushing her to the side.
Chloe squealed with laughter as she fought against him. She ended up on top of him. She didn’t waste any time placing her hips in just the perfect way, then quickly pushed down on him.
He entered through her soft wet pussy on a hot, hard glide. His hands stopped pushing her away and instead held her there, his hands gripping and squeezing her.
“Wow, it feels...different like this,” she said, her voice breathy. Chloe leaned onto his chest and watched as pleasure tightened his face, made his breathing labored. “I didn’t know.”
She lifted herself partway then lowered. The motions were shallow but repeatedly hit her in some deep spot that drenched her in pleasure. “Tyrian,” she gasped.
His hips started pumping then, working his length into her with a vigorous passion that stole her breath away and left her gasping. His hands curved around to her bottom and urged her faster against him.
Oh God, it was so good. She couldn’t breathe fast enough. He was so deep inside her.
Every downward push pressed her core against him and threatened to send her toppling over.
“Chloe,” he said, his voice hoarse and hot. Chloe’s eyes fluttered open to see him staring with hunger at her breasts bobbing near his face. “Bring them to me.” She was mindless with pleasure as she leaned forward and brought her breast to his mouth.
He made a growling noise, then her breast was in his mouth. One hand came up to
squeeze it, putting delicious pressure on it so that he could suck her nipple into his hot mouth.
His raspy tongue circled her nipple then rubbed over it again and again.
Chloe’s rush to release came swiftly. Her body came to a boil, blood rushing like a waterfall through her body. She threw back her head and screamed as his thrusts became faster, harder inside her. He kept going, sucking as her body quivered and jerked against him, her breaths sawing in and out.
Suddenly he pulled his mouth away from her breast, tugged her head to the side. She had only a glimpse of sharp, white fangs before they sunk into her neck. Instant heat built at her neck and pleasure again built in her sex as he thrust faster, sliding in and out of her wet core. He drank from her with greedy pulls, his tongue licking at her with swipes.
Languid euphoria swept through her like a fog, closed her thoughts off to everything but the next climax rushing inside her. She concentrated on the feel of him tunneling inside her so thick and long. Each drugging pull at her neck, brought her closer, but it wasn’t until she felt him become lost that she finally came apart.
She felt the change in him, like a switch being thrown. His mouth firmly latched onto her neck with a growl and he sucked hard as he started pumping faster. Her tissues tingled, his cock landed against that spot so deep inside her. He let out a half-shout against her neck.
Hearing him lost sent her body shooting apart like a supernova. Her arms came around his shoulders to hold onto something from this earth as she screamed with the force of her release. He didn’t stop growling. She felt him shooting inside her even as he continued to thrust over and again.
She heard something and realized she was chanting his name. He slowed his thrusts to a lazy rock then pulled away from her neck. Chloe followed his head down to the pillow, kissing his wet lips. His hands came up to her face, cradling her as he kissed her back. A warm, satisfied feeling settled in her heart, made it feel bigger, happier than usual. Even as it terrified her, she reveled in it.
He pulled back and looked at her, his eyes tracing over her features then down to her neck. His eyes pulled tight and then he was pushing her aside and heading for the bathroom.
“What’s wrong now?” He didn’t answer but he did close the bathroom door. Sighing, she tampered down the anger, not wanting to ruin the incredible, floating feeling inside her. She closed her eyes, could smell his clean scent against the pillow, and quickly fell asleep.
Chapter Eighteen
“Get up!”
Chloe jerked awake at Tyrian’s yell. She had only a moment to blink before he was
yanking her out of bed and shoving her behind him.
She blinked again as she saw the giant double-bladed axe he wielded one-handed. Was this a dream? Where the hell did he get that thing? It’s not like she wouldn’t have noticed it.
A terrible shriek boomed through the air. Whatever made the sound had to be massive.
Not even a second later, something crashed into the window, sending sharp shards of glass exploding into the room.
Holy shit. The demons had found her. “They can fly?” she said, stunned at the demon lumbering to its bony green feet.