Free Passion And Fire (Passion #4) by J. A Melville Page A

suffering because of him. No, hopefully this could be resolved peacefully.
     
    Flame
     
    I’d had trouble sleeping that night after all I’d seen and all I had to digest. So that sexy beast who was arrogant, pushy, far too cocky and disgustingly attractive was a fucking vampire? Ok, I’d heard of them before. I’d heard they really did exist and even if I hadn’t, who was I to argue one way or the other? I was in no position to pass judgement, to climb up on my soapbox and lament long and loud about it. I was a telekinetic after all. If I told that to too many people they’d either look at me funny or reach for a dictionary to see just exactly what it was, I was claiming to be.
    Fuck, I moved things with my mind, he drank blood and fucked like a warrior if the way he’d worked Chloe over was any indication. I got wet just thinking about it. That could have been me. He’d wanted me first. I’d seen the size of that erection in his jeans before I’d run off and left him. I was torn over it all though. Torn over my decision to not get involved with anyone, torn over the jealousy I felt when I’d seen him fucking my roommate, and envy that it was her he ended up fucking.
    Did this mean the tables were turned now? He wasn’t human and I wasn’t entirely human. Well I was human but an enhanced one, if being able to move things with my mind could be classed as enhanced. I just saw it as a curse; it could get me into trouble, and so far, the hassles far outweighed the benefits as far as I was concerned.  
    Of course having the upper hand now with Damien did have the potential for me to take advantage of the situation; to take advantage of him. Suddenly everything had changed. Maybe I could stop denying myself sex and have it with him. I’d only moved around not getting involved with anyone because of my ability and the fact that it became unpredictable when I was in the throes of passion but given what he was, he could probably handle the odd item flying through the air and maybe hitting him. I could warn him of that or not. I grinned to myself. The poor bastard had no idea just what I could do when I put my mind to it, literally.   
    It was certainly tempting, to make use of him. As frustrating as he was, as much as his arrogance annoyed me; he was sexy as hell and after what I’d seen last night, I wanted a piece of that. Chloe had clearly enjoyed herself, even if he had done something to her to make her all kind of spaced out. She wasn’t so spaced out that she couldn’t have an orgasm, and she’d had more than one, even in her spaced out condition.
    I think that’s what half the attraction was; I wanted to find out if he could make me come like that too. Fuck it had been so long since I’d had a dick in me and that blood sucker sure had a fine one on him. I’d never fucked a man with piercings before, either. Yep, there was just one too many temptations with him.
    Of course I wasn’t interested in a relationship. I just wanted to take the man for a test drive and see if he really did know how to use his equipment. After that, he could fuck off. I didn’t do relationships and something told me Damien didn’t do deep and meaningful either, so this might work out quite nicely. Seriously if the man had a heart and felt anything at all; would he have tried to fuck me then move on to Chloe with no regard for her, after I turned him down?
    Then there was the mind thing he did. Whatever the fuck he’d done to them both, had them completely out of it. He wouldn’t want to try that shit on me; I wasn’t going to be pushed into sex by being hypnotised or whatever the hell he did to them. That was a fucking deal breaker in my opinion.
    Damn that man for plaguing my thoughts the way he did. Why did he have to be such a good looking asshole, why did he have to turn up at the club and why did he have to show up at the house? Thanks to him, I’d spent most of the night tossing and turning. As a result I was bleary