Flight of the Phoenix by Melanie Thompson Read Free Book Online

whispered into Quinn’s ear. His arms were around her and they lay with their bodies pressed close. They were fully clothed in garments supplied by the crew. Their own clothing had been soaked with sea water. Tures had taken their clothing, handed all of it over to the crew with promises of returning the garments clean and dry very soon.
    Quinn’s low laughter was a warm breath against her ear. “She wished to examine the ship and, my darling, Sam has always been a lover of women. I think she finds Tures attractive and she needs to move on.”
    â€œI hope you’re right. That’s what Sam said. She told me I have you and she needs to begin living without me. But I’m so afraid Tures will not find her desirable and will only find her delicious.”
    Quinn kissed her ear and slowly moved his mouth to her neck while his free hand slipped under her loose blouse. “I find you delicious. I want to devour you.”
    Bryn giggled. “Not here,” she said. As she turned to face him, she grabbed his seeking hand to stop its progression toward her breasts.
    â€œWhy not? We have the charm. I almost died to retrieve it. That should tell you how much I desire thee.”
    Quinn had no need to tell her. Bryn felt the evidence of his desire pressing into her thigh. “When we consummate our love, I want it to be perfect.”
    â€œWe’re headed for Africa, my darling, I doubt if we will have such privacy as this again for some time. We are alone, we are in a very small bed together, and we are barely dressed. This seems like the perfect time to me.”
    Bryn groaned. “I’m too concerned about our future to relax.”
    Quinn lifted her shirt and stroked the breast closest to him. Bryn felt her desire for him rising and shoved it down by thinking of Sam being devoured by Tures. It took all her willpower to deny him, but she did. “I won’t give in and waste the charm on a quick tryst. I will have my night of love. I paid for it. I will not be satisfied with anything less.”
    â€œDo you mean the charm is good for more than one encounter?” Quinn’s breath tickled her ear.
    â€œYes, my darling. Once invoked, the charm is good for twelve hours, the entire night, as many, uh, encounters as you can manage.” She giggled.
    Quinn sighed. “Then by all means, let us save it.” He kissed her ear. “An entire night? I can’t even begin to comprehend such a wonderful thing.”
    * * * *
    Tures led Samantha deep into the bowels of the ship. Samantha’s eyes grew round at the marvels of the submarine. Tures said nothing but led her into the nose of the ship and the control room. She turned and smiled. “Is this what you wished to see?”
    Sam stared in humble amazement at the wonders of the sea clearly visible through huge glass panels framed with brass and enormous bolts. In the middle of the room two pedestals held glowing blue globes. Tures held her hand over one and a hologram of the engine room appeared. Sam’s eyes grew round as she watched two crew members feeding the massive steam engines tiny cubes of concentrated fuel. “What is it?” She asked Tures in a breathless voice.
    â€œMy own invention,” Tures said with an enigmatic smile. “If you wish to discover this secret, you must be a very good girl.” Tures lifted Sam’s chin with one finger and kissed her.
    Sam felt the kiss through her entire body and her sex ignited with a fire she’d only previously experienced with Bryn. The vampire’s kiss tasted like dead roses, flowers that were dead and dried. It wasn’t a bad taste only strange and Sam opened her mouth when Tures thrust her pointed tongue deep. When Tures wrapped her arms around Sam, she melted into the vampire’s embrace. Tures easily lifted Sam into her arms and carried her through a round hatch and into a private bedroom.
    A round bed sat beneath a huge porthole with