Faery Kisses, Part 20

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Part 20:


Five days later they were no closer to corralling Castel than they had been at the start. Finn’s irritation was ready to boil over, because he knew the old vampire was playing with them. Lochlan was taking his frustration out on Charley, sniping at her at every opportunity, clearly trying to goad her into attacking him again.

It was about to drive Finn crazy.

Now, as they took refuge for the night in an abandoned warehouse on the edge of town, he decided it would be best for everyone if he separated the two. He looked at his men, gathered around a fire they had lit in the middle of the floor using scrap wood found lying around. They were tired and aggravated, which translated into a higher than normal aggression in their behavior. He raised an eyebrow as he saw the heightened emotions in the usually placid expression of Jaedyn.

It might be best if Finn took Charley away from all of them.

She’d refused to feed yesterday, when it had been Finn’s turn. It was becoming apparent that her hunger was causing her pain, for her skin had become almost translucent, her eyes glowing with a silver fire she couldn’t seem to quench. The hungrier she got the more dangerous she became to him and his men.

Whereas five days ago he would have been appalled at having a vampire feed off him, today he found he was irritated at her refusal to do so. He shook his head at his own hypocrisy. Can’t have it both ways.

Charley stood a few feet away from the fire, careful not to get too close. He didn’t blame her—vampires were as combustible as dry wood. “Come with me,” he said to her. Turning, he walked toward a small alcove away from the fire, not waiting to see if she followed him. If she knew what was good for her, she would. She wouldn’t like it if he had to turn around and fetch her.

He stopped and turned to face her, glad to see she was right behind him.

“What?” She crossed her arms, her stance full of attitude.

Finn held out his arm. “You need to feed. Now.”

She shook her head. “I’m all right.”

He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and gave her a little shake. “You are not.” He narrowed his eyes. “I will not have you going crazy with hunger and attacking my men. Which,” he went on when she opened her mouth again, “is what will happen if you don’t feed. It’s what happened with Síone,” he reminded her more quietly. “So feed. Now.”

He held out his other arm. She reached out and took it, holding his forearm in her palms. She licked her lips, giving him a glimpse of her elongated canines, then she bent her head. Her hair hid her face but he felt the slice of her fangs as she bit into his flesh.

Fire raced from the bite straight to his cock. He smothered an oath and closed his eyes, fighting the arousal though he knew from the others’ experiences this was a natural reaction. Heat grew in his groin. When she lifted her head and her tongue swept over her full lips, wiping away the last traces of his blood, his heart banged against his ribs.

By all the gods, she was beautiful. And deadly. He should remember that. But right now his erection seemed to be doing all his thinking, for all he could think of doing was stripping her bare and slamming his cock into her until they were both exhausted.

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