“I’m not getting undressed in front of you,” she says.
I find myself swallowing hard as my body does various strange things without my bidding. I find I would very much like to see her unclothed, given how my spicket reacted to her touch on my sensitive antennae.
I hadn’t realisedhowsensitive.
In fact, the mere thought of her being unclothed is causing the unruly appendage to stir once again.
My spicket is misbehaving again. As much as I enjoyed it exploding when I fed, I need to master the unruly part of my body. I don’t know if Kaitlyn is even aware of what she does to the inside of my trousers, nor if she wishes to know more of my spicket.
Although I very much hope she does. But the way she glares at me, I think it would be best if I left her to deal with the clothing on her own.
“Then I will give you my leave.” I bow to her as I open the door and exit.
Once outside, I stand still, my chest heaving and my body doing all manner of strange things which it hasn’t done before. Twitches and breathlessness. It aches with the need for her proximity and touch.
None of this is good. Although having some blood in my belly is good. Especially given how sweet it was.
Blood offered is always better than blood taken. And fresh blood from a live donor is always the best blood.
I have fed, and the Yeavering seems a better place.
“Max.” I spot the innkeeper, and he turns in alarm at the sound of my voice.
“Mister Linton?”
“Yes, Max.”
I stare at him, and he stares back at me.
“My Kaitlyn is doing things with the fabric.” I say, with only a modicum of pride.
“It is good you have found a mate, Mister Linton.”
“Kaitlyn is my mate?”
“Isn’t she? You haven’t taken to picking up random females now, have you?” he says genially.
The dagger is in my hand before I can stop myself, and I have him pressed against the wall with the blade at his throat.
“She is mine,” I growl. “And I need clean trousers.”
KAITLYN
Ituck the earlier events to the back of my mind as I pull on the dress. It’s made of the softest silk with a beautiful bloom to the fabric, and it’s as light as a feather. But as I slide my hands into the sleeves, it tightens around me like it is made of magic, sucking in all the right parts and making my bust feel like it’s encased in iron.
Not such a bad thing for a lady with boobs which always required a specialist bra shop. I could probably even run in it.
And it has pockets! As I delve my hand in, I discover a pair of knickers stuffed inside. Joanna has thought of everything. I silently thank her.
I feel vaguely human again, fully dressed and not wondering what my mothman monster is going to do. But at the same time, I am wondering where he is…and what he’s doing.
There’s a knock at the door, and I open it, expecting to find Linton but instead finding Joanna.
“Oh, my!” she says. “You look beautiful!” She backs me into the room and twirls me around. “Better than I ever expected.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“Mister Linton will be pleased.”
