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“I don’t know. I can’t tell. But I will say there will be more of this later until we reach our destination.”
“And what’s the destination?”
“Peace. Then, home.”
She sighed and stopped probing, seeming to understand she would get nothing beyond cryptic assurances. Amusement slid inside him as she rechecked her surroundings, ever the paranoid party, before she plopped back down with a frown.
“He needs blood.”
The declaration had him raising a brow. “He has blood jerky for the night. He will be fine with that.”
Her lips thinned.
“What do you have against him?” he asked.
“His kin killed my kin long ago,” was the prompt reply, followed by an even longer pause. “And vice versa.”
“But he didn’t kill your kin, did he? And he didn’t kill you.”
“Well, yes, but…” Her mouth closed, taken aback. “He’s one of them.”
“My clan leader is married to a vampire. So are my sister and my cousin.”
That had Riva’s eyes widening. “How did you take it?”
“Trust me when I say that I hated it from the bottom of my heart, especially when it was my sister’s turn. But I witnessed firsthand how prejudice has stained their reputation versus what many of them can be.”
“What?”
“Honorable. Moral. Willing to save lives because it’s the right thing to do, not because it’s their obligation.”
Riva glanced at the lone tent once more, conflicted. The rest of the hours passed by in silence until Diego skulked out of his tent and glided towards them.
“I will take over.”
Charlie nodded, then glanced at Riva. “Should I wake someone else up?”
He wasn’t fazed when she shook her head. “No. I can take this. Let them continue sleeping.”
It made sense considering the two other women had taken more of the brunt, so he didn’t argue and made his way to his tent. Inside, the sight of the slumbering Daria brought forth what he had been trying to get out of his mind during his watch. It created an incessant noise inside him, irritating him as he carefully lay down beside her.
She was fine. She was alive. Why was he so shaken?
A sigh fell from her lips, then a murmur before she turned and bumped against him. Daria yawned but didn’t wake up, signaling just how much the use of energy had drained her. Before he could give her space, hands reached out and gripped his shirt. Then she curled into him, head nuzzling his chest before she settled back into her soft, gentle breathing.
He stayed where he was, basking in that proof of life. The comfort of it wrapped around him better than any blanket could, and Charlie found himself drifting into sleep before he knew it.
Charlie.
A voice called his name, but he couldn’t tell who it was. Everything flashed and faded, confusing and messed up, until cloudy eyes appeared. Clarity followed, drawing him to that light like a moth to a flame. Hands reached out and touched heat, then spread heat until it was all over him. Bodies intertwined before his rolled on top, thrusting with a force that elicited a moan from the other party. Pleasure erupted, and he thrust harder to produce more of those moans.
Charlie.
She called his name, clutched tighter. She tightened against him and his hips drove into a wild frenzy, unstoppable in finding what he needed. Then fingers fluttered everywhere and massaged all his sensitive parts, too many to count—but it was the vision of a face that anchored him as he emptied himself inside her.
Charlie.
Charlie’s eyes snapped open. The dream faded, but the feeling didn’t, clinging to him like second skin until it felt like he was burning. His body was hard. He was hard everywhere, from his rigid shoulders to his erection, pressing against something warm, something that encased it so snugly…
