What little alpha male-Dom-vamp-whatever posturing Dex might have still been feeling evaporates, because I see the way he relaxes and genuinely hugs Chaldis back. “It is I who am in your debt for keeping my girl safe.”
They end their embrace and both of them look at me. “I’m not sure how much assistance she needs in that department, Dexter. She’s amazing. Truly. It’s been wonderful having her here helping me. I can see why Neimus spoke so very highly of her.”
Dexter looks shocked as he returns to my side. “You know Neimus?”
“Um, yeeeah? He was my first vampire boss. The one who taught me the pencil trick. He hooked me up with Chaldis. Why?”
Dexter looks shook. “I just…” He takes a deep breath, his gaze unfocusing for a moment. “I told you about my grandson.” I’m guessing he means the one he turned, so I nod. “They were friends. Neimus is the one who told me of his death.”
“Oh.”
Dexter runs a hand through his hair. “Once life settles down, love, please remind me that I wish to reconnect with him.”
“Yeah, will do.”
Dawn quickly catches up with the vampires. Chaldis locks himself in his bedroom, and Dexter and I retreat to mine after Mark and John bring him his things.
“I must admit, love, you found a perfect hideaway. Except for the hellishly unreasonable hours.” We strip, and I let him pull me into his arms, where he kisses me. “You’re still getting another thorough spanking.”
He sits, and I let out a yelp as he effortlessly flips me off my feet and face down over his lap again, pins me down by the back of my neck this time and starts to spank me with his other hand.
To his credit, I know he’s not spanking me a fraction as hard as he could be, but it still fucking hurts.
Which I realize is the point.
Not that I mind. Not really.
Because, as he did before, he’s mixing the spanking with sexy fingering, playing with my clit and nearly driving me crazy with need. “Will you ever run away from me again, girl?”
“No, Sir!”
“Who do you belong to?”
“You, Sir!”
“That’s right.” He spanks not just my ass but the backs of my thighs, too. “And first thing I’m going to do is fix this for you. Because the second thing we’re going to do is spend the rest of our lives together.”
He sits me up facing him, straddling him and impaling me on his dick, so he can fuck and kiss me.
He feels soooo perfect, every stroke perfectly dragging against my clit and driving me closer to the edge. Like we were made for each other.
Why’d I run again?
Oh, right. Scary demon dog ghost.
His hands settle on my hip even as a gorgeous, peaceful smile fills his face. “Ready to let me take care of you, baby?”
I guess in the grand scheme of things, the fact that he’s a vampire should be the last thing I care about. He’s a good man, sweet, hunky—rich.
Reallyrich.
He spent the last seven weeks searching for me when he barely knew me and could’ve easily given up. And haven’t I cried gallons of tears and called myself every name in the book for walking away from him?
Guilty.
A sudden and intense wave of visceral, possessive need sweeps through me. No, I don’t ever want to leave him again. I don’t want him leaving me, either. I pull my hair to the side and tip my head, exposing my neck. “Do it,” I whisper, wanting it.
Needingit.
