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Ryle threw her a look, but she didn’t deny it. She wasn’t afraid of Zhara’s power—not the fire. Zhara’s sensual allure had indeed increased. The bat wanted to claim her so they could keep her for themselves and that was what terrified her.
“If I can’t have you then you’ll have to watch me in the club tomorrow,” Zhara muttered pulling the dress over her head and breezing into the kitchen. “I’m sure I’ll find someone to wash the taint of you off me.”
Ryle grunted. “You talk a lot when you’re pissed don’t you,” she murmured.
Zhara turned on the water in the sink and wet her hands and splashed Ryle. Ryle frowned as Zhara got back to washing her hands.
“I hope you can stand it. I’ll take a different woman up to my playroom every night until this is over.”
“Do you want to stay at your covenstead until this is over?” Ryle asked tossing the now hot meal onto a plate.
“You wouldn’t?”
Ryle shrugged. “I’d rather be hunting than watching a brat fuck her way through her patrons.”
Zhara narrowed her eyes and flames flashed in them. She looked away and dried her hands. After hanging the towel on a hook next to the sink, she turned. Ryle watched her warily not sure what to expect.
“Fine. I bet Jeri will replace you with Kerra and let you work with Azure once she finds out about tonight.”
The hurt in Zhara’s eyes was palpable and Ryle wanted to kick her own ass for being the cause of it. She wanted to smooth it all away. She turned her gaze back to her task ignoring the bat’s growl of protest inside her mind.
“You could be right.” Ryle set the plates on the small table at the far side of the kitchen. The night came in through three small square windows several inches above the table. She met Zhara’s gaze when the other woman joined her with a bottle of wine. “But do you want to take that chance?”
Ryle walked away to grab a bottle from the fridge and a glass.
Zhara retrieved eating utensils and napkins without speaking and sat down to eat. Ryle joined her though she only ate a few bites of her meal. Her bat watched Zhara curiously, craving another taste of her, wanting to feel her hands caressing her.
That didn’t need to happen and she was glad Zhara was pissed off enough with her to see that herself.
“I need to check in with security.”
Zhara spared her a brief glance and poured herself another glass of wine. “Whatever.” The word came out frosty enough to chill her nipples, and Ryle winced as she took her plate to the sink. “I’ll do the dishes.”
“Just get out.”
Ryle polished off her glass of blood and headed for the door.
“Ryle,” Zhara said quietly.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know much about pureblood feeding habits, but you better keep your stamen in your pocket tonight. If I smell another woman on you, you better have a pretty damned good excuse that doesn’t include blood or sex.”
“I can do what or who I want, Zhara.”
“If I can’t fuck who I want then neither can you,” she snapped and got to her feet, going to join Ryle at the kitchen entrance.
Ryle held her gaze, the fiery stare white-hot with anger. “I never said you couldn’t. Besides you’re the one who’s going to have me replaced.”
“We both know what will happen if I open my mouth against you,” she said belligerently. “My life as I know it is over, so until this king is taken care of, you belong to me.” She grabbed a handful of Ryle’s shirt. “If you want blood from a warm body instead of a cold bottle, bring your ass to me for it. If you want sex with your meal, the same applies.”
“If I don’t?”
Zhara closed the small distance between them, heat radiating off her in strong waves now. It was a seductive pull that had the bat arching closer to Zhara taking her scent in and wallowing in it.
“Then…” She ran a finger down the front of Ryle’s shirt, nail catching on each small button for a moment until she reached the belt cinching her pants. Zhara grabbed the silver buckle. “Do you like your stamen?”
“Zhara.” She gripped her hand and removed it, but Zhara cupped the bulge in her pants and squeezed. Heat seared her flesh threatening to burn her clothes away, the pain an arousing creature that made her want to take Zhara against the wall, hard and fast.
“I’ll burn it off,” she said through gritted teeth as she tightened her grip.
“Fuck, girl.” She grabbed her other hand as the pain increased enough to make her wince. Ryle took both behind her back and secured them in one of hers. “Stop.”
Zhara leaned forward and bit her jaw hard enough to leave teeth marks. Fire licked at her skin and instead of growing angry, the bat was aroused and intrigued. “So, if you need more blood you better drink it before you leave.”
She shoved Zhara back and stared at her. There was only anger in her eyes and the scent of heat on the air, tantalizing and sweet.
Here's a teaser.
Ryle threw her a look, but she didn’t deny it. She wasn’t afraid of Zhara’s power—not the fire. Zhara’s sensual allure had indeed increased. The bat wanted to claim her so they could keep her for themselves and that was what terrified her.
“If I can’t have you then you’ll have to watch me in the club tomorrow,” Zhara muttered pulling the dress over her head and breezing into the kitchen. “I’m sure I’ll find someone to wash the taint of you off me.”
Ryle grunted. “You talk a lot when you’re pissed don’t you,” she murmured.
Zhara turned on the water in the sink and wet her hands and splashed Ryle. Ryle frowned as Zhara got back to washing her hands.
“I hope you can stand it. I’ll take a different woman up to my playroom every night until this is over.”
“Do you want to stay at your covenstead until this is over?” Ryle asked tossing the now hot meal onto a plate.
“You wouldn’t?”
Ryle shrugged. “I’d rather be hunting than watching a brat fuck her way through her patrons.”
Zhara narrowed her eyes and flames flashed in them. She looked away and dried her hands. After hanging the towel on a hook next to the sink, she turned. Ryle watched her warily not sure what to expect.
“Fine. I bet Jeri will replace you with Kerra and let you work with Azure once she finds out about tonight.”
The hurt in Zhara’s eyes was palpable and Ryle wanted to kick her own ass for being the cause of it. She wanted to smooth it all away. She turned her gaze back to her task ignoring the bat’s growl of protest inside her mind.
“You could be right.” Ryle set the plates on the small table at the far side of the kitchen. The night came in through three small square windows several inches above the table. She met Zhara’s gaze when the other woman joined her with a bottle of wine. “But do you want to take that chance?”
Ryle walked away to grab a bottle from the fridge and a glass.
Zhara retrieved eating utensils and napkins without speaking and sat down to eat. Ryle joined her though she only ate a few bites of her meal. Her bat watched Zhara curiously, craving another taste of her, wanting to feel her hands caressing her.
That didn’t need to happen and she was glad Zhara was pissed off enough with her to see that herself.
“I need to check in with security.”
Zhara spared her a brief glance and poured herself another glass of wine. “Whatever.” The word came out frosty enough to chill her nipples, and Ryle winced as she took her plate to the sink. “I’ll do the dishes.”
“Just get out.”
Ryle polished off her glass of blood and headed for the door.
“Ryle,” Zhara said quietly.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know much about pureblood feeding habits, but you better keep your stamen in your pocket tonight. If I smell another woman on you, you better have a pretty damned good excuse that doesn’t include blood or sex.”
“I can do what or who I want, Zhara.”
“If I can’t fuck who I want then neither can you,” she snapped and got to her feet, going to join Ryle at the kitchen entrance.
Ryle held her gaze, the fiery stare white-hot with anger. “I never said you couldn’t. Besides you’re the one who’s going to have me replaced.”
“We both know what will happen if I open my mouth against you,” she said belligerently. “My life as I know it is over, so until this king is taken care of, you belong to me.” She grabbed a handful of Ryle’s shirt. “If you want blood from a warm body instead of a cold bottle, bring your ass to me for it. If you want sex with your meal, the same applies.”
“If I don’t?”
Zhara closed the small distance between them, heat radiating off her in strong waves now. It was a seductive pull that had the bat arching closer to Zhara taking her scent in and wallowing in it.
“Then…” She ran a finger down the front of Ryle’s shirt, nail catching on each small button for a moment until she reached the belt cinching her pants. Zhara grabbed the silver buckle. “Do you like your stamen?”
“Zhara.” She gripped her hand and removed it, but Zhara cupped the bulge in her pants and squeezed. Heat seared her flesh threatening to burn her clothes away, the pain an arousing creature that made her want to take Zhara against the wall, hard and fast.
“I’ll burn it off,” she said through gritted teeth as she tightened her grip.
“Fuck, girl.” She grabbed her other hand as the pain increased enough to make her wince. Ryle took both behind her back and secured them in one of hers. “Stop.”
Zhara leaned forward and bit her jaw hard enough to leave teeth marks. Fire licked at her skin and instead of growing angry, the bat was aroused and intrigued. “So, if you need more blood you better drink it before you leave.”
She shoved Zhara back and stared at her. There was only anger in her eyes and the scent of heat on the air, tantalizing and sweet.
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