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

under the stubble covering his jaw as he was with her breasts. Only Vito seemed to still be struggling for politeness and forced his eyes toward the ceiling, thus exposing his throat even more.
    Her pelvis touched down on his and he grunted as if in pain.
    “Just a sip.”
    Straining not to look at her, he asked, “What?”
    “Vito, look into my eyes.”
    His head quickly turned at the sharp command in her voice. His eyes locked with hers. “Just a sip, you will remember me dancing for you. Nothing more.”
    His jaw slackened as his pupils dilated. Her fangs punched through her gums. Unable to wait a second more, she opened her mouth and snapped her jaw shut over that tempting pulse like an alligator locking its jaws on a fluttering butterfly. Vito grunted and jolted in his seat. She felt his body under hers, but focused only on the nourishment she took from his vein. She had never fed from a human being before, only her mother as a child and her husband as an adult. Vito’s blood tasted different, sweeter than an immortal’s, lacking potency, but making up for it in smoothness.
    His hips began to rock. She catalogued the fact that, like immortals, mortals also found feeding from the opposite sex erotic. She shut her eyes at the memories of Silus feeding from her that were suddenly flooding her mind. Taking a few more sips, she carefully closed the puncture at his neck and wiped her mouth. He blinked several times and she stepped away just as the song ended.
    “That was…” His eyes looked down and to the left as if he were searching for words. “That was amazing. Thank you, Larissa. I think you will do fine out there.”
    She offered him a sad smile, already disgusted with herself for taking advantage of her friend. Sometimes she hated what she was. Her needs were satisfied, but at what cost? Her principles felt betrayed. “Thank you, Vito.”
    Later that night Larissa climbed the steps of her dark, odorous apartment complex, still feeling guilty about Vito. She opened the door to her private dwelling and tossed her bag onto a chair.
    “You should really lock your door, Larissa.”
    She screeched in alarm and turned on the light. “For the love of God, Cain! You scared me half to death.”
    “How was work, sister? Still dangling your bits for the entire English world to see?”
    She gave him a satirical smile and headed into the kitchen. “No one sees my bits. I assure you they are covered the entire time.”
    “Silus would be so proud.”
    “You are in a mood. What are you doing here?”
    Her brother plopped onto her couch and plucked up a book from her side table. He fingered the pages of the romance novel, opening to a random page. His eyebrows lifted in surprise and he turned the book to read the cover. “I came to see if you wanted to go hunting with me.”
    More guilt. “Thank you, but I’ve already fed.”
    He tossed the book back onto the table. “You really do need to start locking the door.”
    She rolled her eyes and came to sit next to him. “I am vampyre, Cain. Nothing is going to hurt me.”
    “Well, you should at least scan your place for emotions before you enter. What if I had been someone else?”
    “I assure you, I can protect myself from the English.”
    “I’m not speaking of the English.”
    “Then what?” Suddenly she felt a quiver of fear. Her hand lifted protectively to her throat. “Does Silus know where I am?”
    “No.” She let out a sigh of relief but before she could fully relax, he said, “The bishop is searching for you.”
    “The bishop? Why?”
    “Apparently when Silus appealed to him about leaving the farm to retrieve his disobedient wife, the bishop thought it would be better if he himself found you.”
    “Why would that crabby old male care where I am?”
    “Because you abandoned your duty, would be my guess.”
    She let out an unladylike snort. “My duty to what? Live a millennium as nothing more than an object to entertain Silus Hostetler. No, I think