Chains of Frost: The Bellum Sisters 1 by T. A. Grey, Regina Wamba Page B

possibility of seducing the vampire
was tempting, though Tyrian already told her that he wouldn’t be using her for
her new moon. Maybe she could use him.
    She was scared honestly, had no
clue what her new moon was going to be like. Maybe it was a subtle arousal that
made her wet and ready for sex. Or maybe it was something greater…
    Chloe shut off the shower and
wrapped a fresh towel around herself as she tiptoed her way across the cold
stone floor to the clothes on the table. She dressed quickly, ready to be warm
from the frigid temperature.
    She had to get out of this place,
because if she couldn’t have the single, albeit scariest, man she’d ever met
for her new moon, then she didn’t want anyone. Her emotions had always been
lopsided like that. One minute she wanted vanilla, then after a bite she wanted
chocolate. But Tyrian wasn’t an ice cream flavor. Lushalicious. That’s what
he’d be called. Or maybe Icey Fudge. Mmm… She’d lick that any day.
    She hesitated at the door to her
room. Was this just her hormones talking? The man intimidated the crap out of
her and now she was thinking of willingly giving herself to him? Okay, he already
made it clear he wasn’t taking it. Seducing him, that’s what she was really
thinking. The more she thought about it the better the idea seemed. Was she
turning into one of those women who were attracted to dangerous, dark men?
Probably.
    She opened her door and peered
out, then swung it open wide on a gasp. The warrior from last night was
standing across the hall, a battle-axe strapped to his back like it was
everyday wear. A sword bigger than her arm hung low on his hip and past his
knee. Seriously, how did he wear these weapons as if they were sunglasses and
not a huge metal axe?
    Maybe she wasn’t getting a hard-on
for dangerous men, because although this one was very attractive and strong, he
did nothing for her. Not even a lick of heat. It was a shame too, because he
grinned at her like he already saw her naked and riding him.
    “Good morning, Ms. Bellum.” The
warrior Draven gave a clipped bow.
    “Chloe,” she corrected
automatically.
    “Where to this morning, Chloe? I
must say you’re looking fresh and lovely today. Would you like some breakfast?”
The compliment didn’t charm her, but the thought of food did. Until that new
moon, she still needed normal food like humans. What would it be like to have
to survive on just sex?
    The thought scared the crap out
of her on a very deep level. She knew her outcome was grim. She had no real
Protector; Tyrian had already stated he wouldn’t ‘do that’ for her. The one she
had didn’t want her and she didn’t really want him, aside from on a physical
level. A very deep, sexy physical level.
    But if she didn’t find a man, a
new Protector, then she’d end up sleeping with any and every man just to
survive. She’d heard rumors of women who eschewed the dependant living of the
succubi life and were forced into whoring themselves to survive. Jumping from
man to man just to stay alive. An icy chill swept through her at the thought.
She used to think the rumor was merely a nasty myth to keep daughters in line,
but now she wondered if perhaps there wasn’t some truth to the grim tale.
    “This way then. We’ll get you
some breakfast. We don’t have a cook here nor any real food, but Commander
Tyrian did order in supplies to feed you. Just enough until your big day.” He
looked at her but his grin died. “Sorry, I’m not trying to sound like an ass.
This must be hard for you. You don’t know any of us and now you’re apart from
your only family. I know I’d be upset to say the least.”
    Chloe couldn’t help the small
smile that formed. “Thank you, I appreciate that.” He seemed genuine enough and
she wondered if he had some experience with this sort of thing.
    He pulled her to a stop. In a
soft voice he said, “Listen, I know about succubi and their new moon. I also
know Commander Tyrian.” He shook