breeder.”
“Fuck off, you bleeding heart,” Kellan says.
Cole blurs toward him, but he's gone.
Only vapor remains.
Heat shimmers in the cold night air. Cole's face is grim.
“Not good.” Nova turns to the others. “What did you say he was? Vampire? Reaper?”
“No, he must be mixed,” Lucia says. “Though I'm not sure with what.”
Nova raises her hand again. “Listen, guys, let's get where we're going because that dude”—she points toward where Kellan just disappeared—“is getting reinforcements so they can have a little demon gang rape.”
I scowl. “Demonic?” I see Cole nod out of the corner of my eye.
Ren says, “Only demonic blood leaves a trail of heated vapor.”
Cole says, “The air holds warmth when it should not.”
“Great,” Nova says. “It's not enough that I have vampires trying to stick their talons in me. Now I have to deal with vampire studs with fire shooting out of their dicks.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Nova
“I'm sorry, Ren. This entire thing is too ridiculous. Really?” My legs swing anxiously over the bed I sit on. The vamps have been nice enough to give me a little reprieve from “my role.” Whatever. “Breeder? Like in brood mare?”
Ren paces in front of me.
“This is what you were meant to do.” He swings his muscular arms out in irritation, and a stab of lust nails me.
I guess I really am in some kind of heat.
Perfect.
He swings to face me, his hazel eyes bright with anger and frustration. I get it—I'm a pain in the ass.
“Do you really want to go back to a different job each month? Where human males, the dredges of humanoids, paw at you like a common woman?”
I don't have an immediate response that doesn't involve the F -word. I let sullen silence permeate the room instead.
“Give Brandon a chance. That's all I'm asking.” His eyebrows rise to his hairline. “I noticed you weren't saying a lot of no in the back of the car.”
Heat rises like a brush fire on my face. So embarrassing.
I try a different tactic. I walk over to Ren. He watches me with a wariness I'm responsible for putting there. I place my hands on his shoulders.
His body tenses. “Don't, Nova.”
“Don't what?”
He grips my shoulders, giving me a small shake. “I am three hundred years old. There's not much you can put off on me I can't see a mile away. Your infatuation for me isn't real. It's easier for you to ignore your true destiny if you deny it with an imagined crush.”
“Crush this.”
I kiss him before he can think about it. Deeply. Thoroughly.
His lips are still beneath mine, then they grow warm, pliable. With a groan, his hands slip from my shoulders to my back. Gradually they fill the hollow at the small of my back. His thumbs pressing into the dimples there.
I inch closer, deepening the kiss, and his hands cup my ass. I feel his erection as he lifts me, and my legs curl around his trim waist.
Ren lays me on the bed.
“Nova, no.”
I lock my legs behind him, but he could escape a hundred times if he wanted to.
Instead, he flattens his lithe length against me, splitting my pussy lips with his stiffness. I'm going mad with arousal. I don't know if this Druid breeding thing is real, but I know I don't want to hold on to innocence. I feel a throbbing need in my core, at the center of me.
Ren rocks on top of me, his prick pressing back and forth as he dry humps me.
“Touch me, Ren,” I whisper.
His fingers shake as he rolls up the hem of my thin T-shirt to reveal my stomach, then the lace edges of my bra. My nipples press painfully against the thin fabric.
“I am sorry, Nova.” Then his mouth is on my nipple, wetting the fragile lace as he pulls the tight bud into his mouth. He moves both cups aside and my breasts pop out, pushed together by the material tight beneath them.
He presses his face between the mounds of my tits and nuzzles the soft skin, kissing and pecking between them.
Ren's hands find the button at the top of my jeans, and he
“Fuck off, you bleeding heart,” Kellan says.
Cole blurs toward him, but he's gone.
Only vapor remains.
Heat shimmers in the cold night air. Cole's face is grim.
“Not good.” Nova turns to the others. “What did you say he was? Vampire? Reaper?”
“No, he must be mixed,” Lucia says. “Though I'm not sure with what.”
Nova raises her hand again. “Listen, guys, let's get where we're going because that dude”—she points toward where Kellan just disappeared—“is getting reinforcements so they can have a little demon gang rape.”
I scowl. “Demonic?” I see Cole nod out of the corner of my eye.
Ren says, “Only demonic blood leaves a trail of heated vapor.”
Cole says, “The air holds warmth when it should not.”
“Great,” Nova says. “It's not enough that I have vampires trying to stick their talons in me. Now I have to deal with vampire studs with fire shooting out of their dicks.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Nova
“I'm sorry, Ren. This entire thing is too ridiculous. Really?” My legs swing anxiously over the bed I sit on. The vamps have been nice enough to give me a little reprieve from “my role.” Whatever. “Breeder? Like in brood mare?”
Ren paces in front of me.
“This is what you were meant to do.” He swings his muscular arms out in irritation, and a stab of lust nails me.
I guess I really am in some kind of heat.
Perfect.
He swings to face me, his hazel eyes bright with anger and frustration. I get it—I'm a pain in the ass.
“Do you really want to go back to a different job each month? Where human males, the dredges of humanoids, paw at you like a common woman?”
I don't have an immediate response that doesn't involve the F -word. I let sullen silence permeate the room instead.
“Give Brandon a chance. That's all I'm asking.” His eyebrows rise to his hairline. “I noticed you weren't saying a lot of no in the back of the car.”
Heat rises like a brush fire on my face. So embarrassing.
I try a different tactic. I walk over to Ren. He watches me with a wariness I'm responsible for putting there. I place my hands on his shoulders.
His body tenses. “Don't, Nova.”
“Don't what?”
He grips my shoulders, giving me a small shake. “I am three hundred years old. There's not much you can put off on me I can't see a mile away. Your infatuation for me isn't real. It's easier for you to ignore your true destiny if you deny it with an imagined crush.”
“Crush this.”
I kiss him before he can think about it. Deeply. Thoroughly.
His lips are still beneath mine, then they grow warm, pliable. With a groan, his hands slip from my shoulders to my back. Gradually they fill the hollow at the small of my back. His thumbs pressing into the dimples there.
I inch closer, deepening the kiss, and his hands cup my ass. I feel his erection as he lifts me, and my legs curl around his trim waist.
Ren lays me on the bed.
“Nova, no.”
I lock my legs behind him, but he could escape a hundred times if he wanted to.
Instead, he flattens his lithe length against me, splitting my pussy lips with his stiffness. I'm going mad with arousal. I don't know if this Druid breeding thing is real, but I know I don't want to hold on to innocence. I feel a throbbing need in my core, at the center of me.
Ren rocks on top of me, his prick pressing back and forth as he dry humps me.
“Touch me, Ren,” I whisper.
His fingers shake as he rolls up the hem of my thin T-shirt to reveal my stomach, then the lace edges of my bra. My nipples press painfully against the thin fabric.
“I am sorry, Nova.” Then his mouth is on my nipple, wetting the fragile lace as he pulls the tight bud into his mouth. He moves both cups aside and my breasts pop out, pushed together by the material tight beneath them.
He presses his face between the mounds of my tits and nuzzles the soft skin, kissing and pecking between them.
Ren's hands find the button at the top of my jeans, and he
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