Page 59 of Dark Fire Kiss

“‘Tis the way with humans, I’m afraid.”

The look in her eyes shifted, her blue irises darkening with desire. “I love your accent.” She hesitated, the tip of one fang pressing into the plump pink of her lower lip. “Sometimes it’s like I can feel the sounds you make in my—”

“It’s about time you two got up,” Bram said, the unexpected boom of his voice making me bolt upright.

He crossed the suite, bringing the scent of the mint shampoo he used. His dark jeans hugged his hips and his gray T-shirt clung to his impressive abs.

For once, I didn’t stare. “Thank you, Bram,” I said, not even trying to keep the irritation out of my voice. “Halina was just telling me something important.” I looked at her, prepared to sell my soul for the rest of her sentence. “Go on, lass. I’m dying to hear it.”

Bram stopped at the foot of the bed. “Why are you being so weird right now?”

Halina laughed and flung the covers back. “As much as I’d love to continue this conversation, I’m in desperate need of soap and hot water.” She left the bed and strode across the suite, drawing our gazes with her sleek body and tight ass. Just before she entered the bathroom, she looked over her shoulder, her red hair cascading down her back in a sultry tangle. “You boys be good out here while I’m gone.”

She disappeared, and I groaned and flopped back on the bed, my erection sailing up and smacking me in the stomach.

Bram raised an eyebrow. “That looks painful.”

I pointed from him to my dick.

“What?” His brow inched higher.

“You break it, you buy it.”

“Halina told us to be good.”

“Trust me, you sucking me off will be very good.”

“Aye, for you.”

“I’m willing to return the favor.” I put my hands behind my head. “If you please me.”

He sighed and rounded the bed. “Using my line now, are you?” He spit into his hand and wrapped it around my shaft.

Lust snaked through my veins. “That’s dirty, Bram,” I murmured, already jerking my hips.

“And you like it.”

“Can’t argue with that,” I said breathlessly. Then I shut up and let pleasure take over. He didn’t give me his mouth, but I wasn’t complaining. He was just as good with his hand, his mint-and-Bram scent falling all around me as he worked my dick. I came on a noisy cry a few moments later, and he pressed his other hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. Which was, of course, just as hot as anything else he did. It was a long fucking list.

When I was finished, I sprawled boneless on the bed.

“Better?” he asked.

“Aye.” I looked pointedly at his crotch. “Want me to…”

“No’ right now.” He jerked his chin. “Up. I want to change the sheets. And we should probably ask Halina if she needs to feed.”

That catapulted me right back to reality—and cleared my post-hand job brain fog. “We need to tell her about Ludovic. Like right now. Immediately.”

He looked away, but not before I saw the annoyance in his eyes. “Why the rush?”

I stood, snagging a sheet and wrapping it around my hips. Something was brewing, and while I had no problem being naked, it seemed prudent to gird my loins, so to speak.

I moved into Bram’s line of sight. “We talked about this yesterday.”

“I remember,” he said tightly.

“So why the hesitation? We agreed honesty is important—”

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