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“I don’t think I’ve met a vampire before,” Jethro said, staring at the empty doorway. “They tend to avoid the sunshine of Peru. Are they all like that?”

“No.” Luna shook her head, her laughter lightening the mood of the room. “Dominic is a relic from a bygone era. He was the first vampire I met who had a conscience, and has the most devious mind of anyone I know. My advice would be to use him. Your people know how you think, but none of them have ever encountered Dominic before.”

She was right. He was an enigma, and right now we needed every advantage we could get to end this war once and for all. Death was currently sharpening his scythe because there were a lot of souls that needed to be harvested.

Chapter Seventeen

Luna

Jethro was currently in a roadside diner waiting for Paulo to arrive for their meeting. He had told him he was following a lead and needed his assistance, which wouldn’t be outside their normal routine.

Salvator and I sat in a carpark not far away so we could watch what was happening, and when Jethro texted, I would walk into the diner and activate the spell to free Paulo from the enchantment binding him. Music played a low, rhythmic beat from the speakers in the car, and a breeze whispered across my skin from the open windows.

My legs were bent and my feet braced on the front dashboard while my fingers drummed on the armrest. To the average passerby we looked as if we were sitting listening to music, minding our own business. Inside the car was a different matter, with Salvator’s muscles tense, and all his attention set on monitoring the road outside the diner.

“You need to stop worrying,” I said, placing my hand on his thigh. “Jethro said he tends to meet up with Paulo in eating establishments as the man has a non-stop appetite. It would look weird meeting him in a woodland off the beaten track.”

His sigh sounded like it came from the depths of his soul. “When this is over, I think we should find somewhere far awayfrom here and restart our life together,” Salvator said, shocking me. “I’ve had enough of wars and fighting and two-faced people who pretend they can be trusted.”

“Let’s just focus on finishing the war, and then we can decide what the future holds. A new war is emerging between the immortals and Hell, and I feel it may draw all of us into it.” I rubbed his thigh in time to the music.

“I think maybe we’ve fought in enough conflicts spanning several lifetimes. Someone else can lose years of their life to violence and death.”

I squeezed his thigh until he moved his attention to me. “We all have to live in this world,” I said. “Personally, I prefer it without hellspawn and other denizens of Hell lurking around.”

He glanced away, but I felt his turbulent emotions through our bond. I relaxed back into my seat, and continued to listen to the music, humming along to parts that I recognised.

“You do realise that if you keep doing that, you’re going to have a problem on your hands?” Salvator queried in that deep, husky voice of his that made butterflies beat against my chest.

It was only when he said it, that I realised my hand had moved slightly, and my fingertips were caressing his cock as I moved my hand up and down. Since we’d mated, I gone to sleep every night with my body languid and satisfied, and I woke every morning to his erect cock alert and ready for action.

I stopped moving my hand for a few seconds, before I curved my fingers over and rubbed the back of my knuckles over the bulge in his jeans.

“Luna,” Salvator warned, and I felt a flash of excitement deep in my stomach. “We’re on a mission.”

Technically, we had all arrived early, and there were still a few minutes before Paulo was due. Using my forefinger, I created a swirl pattern, my thumb stroking the side.

Salvator thumped his fist on the top of the steering wheel, sliding further down in his seat. “Right now, I want to drag you outside and bend you over the bonnet and show you what happens to naughty girls.” He groaned when I gently squeezed his cock.

“I think we might draw attention if you do that,” I replied, my teeth biting into my bottom lip when he lifted my hand and kissed my wrist.

I turned toward him, and I felt the heat of his gaze boring into me from behind his dark sunglasses. There was a link between us that had never been there before, a bond that connected us at a soul level. I felt his presence inside me as if he was a part of me, and could now understand why Balor didn’t want us to mate when we were priestesses in the temple. My magic was different, and my priorities had changed, with Salvator becoming the guiding North on my life compass.

In my head, a memory from last night flashed through my head of me riding his cock, my nails digging into his shoulders and my hips undulated up and down.

Salvator groaned, his grip tightening on my hand. “What the fuck was that?” he demanded.

“What?” My brow lowered in confusion.

“That image in my head of you riding me. I could feel you surrounding me, your heat welcoming me.” He lowered our hands until I could feel his erection straining at his jeans.

I closed my eyes, imagining him moving inside me in that delicious stretch that stimulated all the right places in my feminine core.

“Luna,” Salvator growled, his hips bucking against my hand.

I wiggled my hips, sinking down in my seat, delving deeper into my fantasy, retrieving a memory from all those years ago when Salvator caught me out getting water. He had pinned me tothe side of the temple, lifting my dress to take me from behind, his hand covering my mouth to stop me from vocalising my pleasure. It was the closest memory I had to him bending me over the car as he suggested earlier.

His fist slammed against the steering wheel again. He made me lose control, drown in the scent and taste of him, a madness cascading over me in waves of passion.

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