Page 91 of The Silver Fox Vampire

He growled out expletives, louder, harsher, and she sensed him nearing his climax. He was so human in this moment… so desperate, so vulnerable and out of control as his fingers twisted in her hair and his hips canted wildly.

Totally at her mercy.

Clare worked him faster with her tongue and fingers, knowing his release was close, and then with a harsh shout, his seed spilled into her mouth, the sweet musky liquid running down her throat as he ground out her name.

And if there was a lot to swallow, so be it. This guy had a century of build-up.

In the aftermath, her breathing mingled with his. Feeling the deep relaxation in his body, she placed her arms around his hipsand gazed up at him. Oliver’s beautiful mouth opened, as if he was trying to form words but couldn’t. He rubbed his beard, ruffled his hand through his hair. Laughed in wonderment.

“I think you needed that.” She grinned wickedly. “Sir.”

“Minx,” he muttered as she roped her arms tighter. Running her lips over his belly, under his ruched-up t-shirt, she marvelled at the narrow band of dark hair just below his belly button, the corded v that ran from his waist down toward the apex of his thighs. Glancing up again, she saw that his lips and even his pale gaunt cheeks had filled with color.

He looked youthful, and washed clean. Clare let her gaze feast on him.

“Thank you,” he husked, finally. “That was… not the plan, but…”

She laid her cheek against his abdomen, and he stroked her hair. They stayed like that for long moments, embracing.

“I love your hair, it’s so wild and untamable,” he murmured, bending lower and planting a kiss on her crown. “So very like you. You tug it all in tight, but when you let it go… Oh boy.”

“Wild and untamable is not how I see myself.”

“Then you do not know yourself. You are stubborn and determined, and wise beyond your years.”

“I could say the same of you, sir.”

“Then that would make me very, very wise. Which I am not.” He laughed, then sighed softly. “Do you know that every single time you called me sir these past years, I have I longed to seal your mouth with a kiss?”

She gave him a wicked smile. “Then I will keep calling you sir.”

He chuckled, playing with a tendril of her hair. “Ah, that we could spend time together outside of this damn case.”

“After it’s solved, we will no longer be colleagues. We’ll be free to do whatever we please,” she said.

When he paused her heart contracted once again, worried that he would reject her.

He sighed softly. “Clare, you cannot begin to know how much I want that. But sooner or later I would go too far. I would turn you. Maybe not this year, or even in ten years, but eventually, I would, so that I could keep you forever by my side.”

“Would that be so bad?”

“When you watch everyone you love fade and die—not just your parents, which is the natural law of things, but your brother too, and then your baby niece becomes an old woman before your very eyes and dies… even your own child—ourchild—may not be born with the eternity gene. And then you would have to watch them die, or turn them to keep them with you. Eternal life is not the natural way for humans. In time you would come to resent me and I—I would never forgive myself.”

She hushed him. “Please Oliver—don’t find excuses for why this won’t work between us. Please… don’t say anything more. There is a job to be done. Just kiss me and go.”

He gazed into her eyes for long moments, then wordlessly pulled her up to standing and placed his lips on hers. He wrapped his arms around her and they kissed, long and tender. When he pulled away, his eyes were still shadowed with sorrow.

“Promise me you will return to me this time,” she whispered.

His gaze flared burgundy, and she could no longer doubt the depth of his feelings for her.

“I promise.”

CHAPTER 27

Oliver had never felt so present, soalive.

The powerful orgasm he’d experienced with Clare had totally blown his mind. And yet, he was also calm, focused, full of boundless energy.