Burning Dawn. Gena Showalter

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      He didn’t like the thought of her alabaster skin blighted...or fear in her smoked-glass eyes.

      How odd.

      You could be gentle with her. You could—

      No. He couldn’t. He had tried that before, but it hadn’t worked. He hadn’t even been able to finish. Pain, he’d realized, wasn’t just a desire; it was a need.

      Although, he thought he might actually like seeing the human lost in the throes of passion. She would writhe underneath him, soft and warm and wet. He would spread her legs, and she wouldn’t fight him, because she would want him just as desperately as he wanted her. He would relish the sight of her body, pliant and eager. He would kiss each of her freckles, then move over her, push inside her, going slowly at first, savoring every sensation, before increasing his tempo.

      His shaft throbbed.

      And what happens when your control slips, and you revert to habit?

      He pushed the upsetting thought from his mind and focused his attention on the things around him. Though this room was smaller than his, it was far more luxurious. Overhead hung a chandelier boasting a bouquet of rose-shaped diamonds. The walls were sheets of the purest gold, so clear rainbow flecks appeared to be trapped inside. The bed was formed from intricately twisted metals, fit only for a queen...of the night. At both the headboard and footboard were rings for different types of shackles. Whatever he preferred to use during any given encounter.

      The Harpy’s breathy sigh sent him striding to the door. The chance for a cold, clean getaway grew slimmer by the moment.

      “Don’t want to...sleep with me?” she asked, her voice slurred by fatigue.

      Too late.

      He looked back. She was still naked and bound to the bed.

      Thoughts he’d previously ignored rose. Why had she agreed to be here? He hadn’t used charm, like he once had. He’d simply said, “For a few hours, I’ll do things that will make you cry and demand you do the same to me. Only I won’t cry. I’ll curse you, and take you harder than you’ll think you can bear. Are you in or out?” She’d agreed faster than any other woman ever had. Had needed no other prompting. With only the slightest encouragement, her friends would have agreed, too. They’d moaned, “Lucky,” while she’d stood.

      Perhaps he shouldn’t try to analyze why. The answer would probably sadden him.

      “Sleeping together wasn’t part of our arrangement.” He’d never spent an entire night with a woman, and he never would. Sleep left you vulnerable. And to have someone within striking distance? No. His dreams were far too violent, his reactions far too telling. He could kill his partner without realizing it.

      “Mmm-kay. Chains?”

      He returned to her and unfastened her ankle cuffs first, then her wrists, careful not to brush against her. She reached for him, her arm shaking. He backed up before contact could be made. How could he offer solace to someone else when he couldn’t even offer it to himself?

      With a sigh, she sagged on the mattress.

      He pulled a diamond choker from the air pocket he always carried with him. A shelf of space that hovered between the spiritual and natural realm, opened and sustained by his energy, invisible to the rest of the world. He placed the bauble on the nightstand. “I thank you for your time.”

      “Matching earrings?” she asked, before her head lolled to the side and sleep once again claimed her.

      He placed a pair of earrings beside the choker and left the room without another word. Bjorn and Xerxes waited for him in the antechamber they shared. The two were on the couch, sipping perfectly aged scotch.

      “Thane, my friend, you look far from satisfied,” Bjorn said. “In fact, you look like me.”

      The male only ever tolerated sex, using it to forget the past, but never quite succeeding.

      “What he means is, you look like a savage,” Xerxes reported.

      To Xerxes, sex was a quest for comfort he’d never actually found. He vomited after every encounter, shaking from the effects of the intimacy.

      “For once, looks are not deceiving.” His head should be clear. His body should be relaxed. A certain dark-haired, gray-eyed barmaid should be exorcised from his mind.

      Zero out of three wasn’t acceptable.

      “So...did anyone else notice the way our new barmaid stared at Merrick?” Xerxes asked, his tone sly.

      Thane stiffened. The lead singer of Shame Spiral was a known heartbreaker. “Did she leave with him?”

      “No,” Bjorn said. Voice just as sly as Xerxes’s, he added, “Why? Would you be upset if she had?”

      Crossing his arms over his chest, Thane remained silent.

      Clearly trying not to smile, Xerxes said, “What’s next on the agenda?” taking mercy on him.

      “The meeting with Zacharel.” Their leader had sent a mental-o-gram this morning. My cloud. Ten. Do not be late.

      It was time for Thane to be punished for his most recent sins...or kicked out of the skies. A cold sweat broke out over his skin, and he fought to level his breathing. Can’t be kicked out.

      “I must speak with Adrian before we go.” And tell the male to never again invite Shame Spiral back. Their music had lost its appeal.

      He tasted something bitter on his tongue and frowned.

      “Will you be speaking to Adrian about the human girl?” Bjorn chuckled for the first time in weeks. “I saw the way you looked at her earlier.”

      Xerxes snickered. “Everyone saw.”

      “Do we need to settle this the old-fashioned way, boys?” Thane asked, one brow arched as he shook a fist in the air.

      “You mean break-dance fighting?” Bjorn asked.

      He nodded. “Exactly.”

      Both males laughed, easing his dark mood.

      He moved into the private hallway guarded by three vampires he’d saved from human slayers centuries ago. Each nodded in acknowledgment as he stepped into an elevator built for large men with even larger wings.

      The doors shut, and the box descended with a slight shake. A few seconds later, he was striding across the lowest level of the club, snaking a corner, entering the bar. All customers were gone. The lights were no longer dimmed but shining brightly, illuminating the gilded mirrors on every wall, the dark leather chairs scattered about, and the high-gloss tables.

      Adrian the Frenzied, a berserker booted from his tribe for being too ferocious—as if there was truly such a thing—stood in the far corner, watching.... Thane followed the line of his fascinated gaze, and gritted his teeth. Watching the reflection of the new barmaid, who was in the process of wrapping a ruby choker around СКАЧАТЬ