Passion And Fire (Passion #4) by J. A Melville

Her tight little pussy was weeping their combined release down her legs and he watched it as he frantically tried to stem it with the wad of tissues in his hand. He paused briefly from his gentle cleaning of her delicate flesh and bit his wrist, tearing a chunk of skin away to make himself bleed. Once it was flowing, he shifted to the front of her where she still stood, bent over the desk and encouraged her to drink from him. He’d just finished and had smeared some blood over the wound to heal it when something hit him up the side of the head.
    “Fuck!” He snapped, spinning to see what had hit him. It hadn’t hurt, more just taken him by surprise but when he saw the notepad lying by his feet he frowned. Where the hell had that come from? His eyes scouted around to see if he or Chloe had inadvertently knocked it down off the desk, but there were no notepads or anything like that on it, only a computer up one end.
    Quickly he finished cleaning up Chloe, making sure all traces of him were gone from her skin, or as much as he could wipe away before tucking himself back in his jeans and pulling them up again. Once he was ready and Chloe was looking a lot less like she’d just been thoroughly fucked, he led her from the study and back to the living room where Cassie still sat with the dazed expression on her face.
    He gave Chloe an alternate memory, making her think he’d been there a while, and immediately did the same to Cassie, giving her the same memory. He watched their expressions go from blank to animated again and Chloe even leapt off the lounge to kiss him goodbye. He said goodbye to Cassie as well and headed for the front door, just as Flame suddenly walked out of the kitchen. Something about her expression made him hesitate. She looked pissed, seriously pissed, her green eyes shooting daggers at him. When the fuck had she come downstairs? Had she seen him and Chloe? Fuck, if she had, would she say something?
    “Leaving are you?” She asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t trip on your way out.”
    Immediately he felt his irritation and frustration rise again at her tone. What was it about her that drove him so crazy? “So you decided to come back downstairs and not sulk up in your room then?” He asked sweetly, his eyes moving over her face trying to gauge her reaction. He needed to know if she’d seen him with Chloe; if she’d possibly seen him feeding from her but he couldn’t just come out and ask her of course.
    “I wasn’t sulking asshole but yes, I think it’s fairly safe to say I came downstairs given I’m now standing right in front of you. So you’re done doing what you were doing; seeing who you came to see? You’re not going to try and use that charm of yours on any more of us this evening, are you?”
    Damien’s eyes shot to hers. Something about her tone and her words made him tense up. “Strange choice of words Flame; I didn’t know you lived here when I came here tonight, and it seems my charms fail when it comes to you.”
    “Well aren’t you lucky that you seem to have the ability to charm my housemates’ just fine, and I think with Chloe you could just about charm the pants right off that girl.” Her eyes locked on his, her gaze unwavering.
    He was pretty sure she knew, that she’d seen him with Chloe but she wasn’t coming right out and saying it. Why he wasn’t sure but he needed to find out and he needed to alter her mind so she didn’t make it a problem for him.
    “Queen of the cryptic tonight aren’t you Flame? Why don’t you just come out and say exactly what you want to fucking say?” He stepped closer to her until he could push his face right up to hers.
    She didn’t back down or step away from him which surprised him, she merely tipped her chin higher and met his gaze with a defiant one of her own.
    Men like you shit me right off. You use your looks to reel in the women, you fuck them, you use them and then you spit them out and move onto the next