Free Goddess With a Blade by Lauren Dane

dangerous, but every inch of her skin was alive and on fire for him. She wanted to be angry with herself for it but she just arched to take him deeper instead.
    She looked into her own eyes as he filled her up and retreated, thrusting into her with hard, feral digs. There was something deeply intimate about it, about seeing herself that way. Certainly raw and absolutely undeniably hot for the man whose body filled hers over and over.
    The scent of how much she wanted him hung in the air along with the essential musk of his own body, the warm, sharp scent he gave off as his body heated. Heated for her.
    “This is wrong,” he gasped out.
    “Seems like you’re doing just fine from where I’m at,” she murmured as she moved to her toes to thrust back at him.
    “Damn that’s good. Your mouth is the annoying part when it isn’t better occupied apparently. However, your body is as dangerous as that blade I’m looking at.”
    “Oh is that what you’re telling yourself, Clive? Yes, yes, like that. Are you telling yourself my magic hoo-ha is why you can’t be around me for three minutes without wanting to fuck me?” She laughed but there was no real mirth there.
    His movements became less coordinated, his breathing choppy as she continued to watch herself. Was it voyeurism or exhibitionism? Both? Neither?
    It stung, but just right, where his fingers dug into the muscles of her hips and ass while he pressed deep one last time and then came with a groan. What surprised her was the way he gently leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck before moving back and pulling out.
    “Good lord, we just had sex,” he murmured, tucking himself into his pants and then straightening his clothing.
    “You’re very observant. What are you going to do about this killer?” She finger-combed her hair before putting herself in order. She shoved all the voices in her head screaming about how stupid she’d been, again, aside.
    “You killed the killer, Rowan. Problem solved. I’ll ask around about Rossinni but you can’t point to any evidence of him working with anyone else. He came to kill you because you got close to unmasking him. It’s over. Stop looking for another Vampire to blame.”
    “Is that what you really think?” she asked, disgusted, hurt and then pissed off at herself for allowing his feelings to matter. Well, her godfather always said the best learned lessons were those involving pain. Apparently her pink parts weren’t discriminating, but her brain sure as hell knew what Clive was.
    “You’ve been officially notified, Scion. This isn’t over and you know it. I’ve been doing this long enough to know. That Vampire tonight was sent by someone else but if you’re too lazy to assert control over your people you’ll have to deal with it.”
    She went to the door and unlocked it. “Be seeing you around.”

    David greeted her when she arrived home. “ Déesse, the Motherhouse has called twice.”
    She sighed. A simple phone message wasn’t going to be enough. She knew it, but the last thing she wanted to do was deal with a video call after she’d just been tossed over a desk and fucked silly by the Scion.
    David hesitated a moment before clearing his throat. “May I look at your face again? I’m concerned about infection and scarring.”
    He’d held himself together well when she came home covered in blood and the remains of a Vampire she’d dusted. Hadn’t been the first time, but despite what the Vampires like Clive wanted to think, it was rare she actually had to kill.
    She wasn’t sure she was up to being tended just then, though. “I’m going to shower again. I’ll come down and call Susan afterward. I promise to let you deal with the gashes then.” She managed a smile to reassure him before disappearing upstairs.
    Under the spray, with the sound of water rushing through the pipes, she allowed herself to break. The adrenaline of the fight was long used up. The anger at what had happened had burned