Calling for a Miracle [The Order of Vampyres 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free Page A

Vito had permission to be back there at that moment.
    “Do you want me on the couch or the chair?”
    Larissa looked at the couch. “The chair I think.”
    He hefted himself off the couch and moved the chair to the center of the room. The wooden chair whined under the bulk of his weight. “If the girls don’t want to be touched, I usually instruct the guys to keep their hands at their sides, so I’ll just…” He lowered his hands so they hung by the back legs of the chair.
    Vito was tall, but so was Larissa. She stood before him, his eyes practically level with her own. “Ready?” she asked and he nodded.
    The music from the club filtered through the walls of the lounge. Larissa recognized the song playing which helped her formulate her movements. She began by walking around the perimeter of the chair. She had seen several lap dances, so she had an idea what to do. As she circled the back of the chair Vito kept his eyes toward the front of the door. She trailed a finger across the collar of his black STAFF T-shirt and smiled when his flesh prickled from the soft contact. Rounding the front of the chair again, she nudged his knees apart and stood in the space between. Swaying her hips, she leaned close to his face, allowing her body to roll into a low squat. His skin smelled of soap and tobacco with a trace of barbecue from the chips he had eaten.
    Under the sound of the music, she could hear the blood pulsing through his system. His heartbeat quickened as she carefully stepped over his knees and placed her hand on his right shoulder. She lowered her body, but did not make contact with his lap. His breathing increased and Larissa took that as a sign that she was doing well. Stepping back into the space between his legs, she turned and presented him with her backside. She reached for her feathered tail and tickled his face with it. They each laughed.
    The music tempo increased and she began to roll her abdomen, lower and lower until her bottom brushed the top of his lap. She heard him suck in a breath as his heart rate again accelerated. She suddenly contemplated when the last time she had fed was. It was not as easy to feed under the watchful eye of modern civilization as it was on the farm. Animals were scarce in places that the human population dominated the environment. Had it been two days? Three? She remembered hunting down a small rabbit, but had only taken a few sips of its blood, enough to stave off her hunger pains and leave the creature unharmed. The longer she danced the less she could hear the music. It seemed as if Vito’s heartbeat was screaming in her ears.
    She turned and straddled his right leg. His face was flush with color, blood rising to the surface. She could scent it pumping under his flesh. She ground herself into his thigh to get closer to the smell. His back arched, pressing their hips closer. He lifted his arms and held his palms up, defenseless to her motions. With his chin tilted back, she could see the flutter of his pulse. Her gums ached and her belly tightened.
    “Fuck, Larissa, maybe you should ask Steve if you can just do a couple more stage dances a night. I’m going to have to break skulls to keep the guys’ hands off you. You sure you never did this before?”
    “Am I doing okay?” she asked as her thigh bumped the firm crotch of his jeans.
    He offered a deprecating laugh, “Yeah, you’re fuckin’ doin’ okay. Maybe you should stop.”
    “The song’s only half over.”
    He looked into her eyes. His chest rose and fell with each breath. “You have no idea what you do to a man, do you?”
    “I am a female. I can do nothing to a man. It is men that handle the doing,” she stated somewhat angrily.
    “If you only knew how wrong you were. I think we should stop.”
    “But you said you would help me practice.” She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to see how fast she could make his pulse race under his blood-heated skin. She seemed to be as fascinated with that tiny vein