She warned me we always had to run. Keep to ourselves. I’d never seen it myself until after she died.
I get the feeling whatever it is also killed Dad.
Like I couldseriouslygo to the cops and tell them. Tell themwhat, exactly? That something—I don’t know what—comes after me…sometimes? But I can’t really describe it or tell them when or where?
Yeah, no.
It’s easier to live my life on the fringes.
One day, my luck will run out. When it does…I guess I’ll deal with it then.
I finish my shower while trying to not think about the sexy vampire whose light blue eyes I can’t get out of my mind. Or about his hands and those long, elegant fingers, which would probably feel fandamntastic spanking me and doing…other things to me.
Sigh.
I throw on an oversized T-shirt, grab my sleep mask, and pull down my Murphy bed. The small efficiency apartment is perfect for me and came with the bed. All I had to do was buy a new mattress for it. As far as furniture, I have a comfy chair, a matching hassock, a nightstand, and an old, wooden coffee table. It’s all I need, not that there’s room for much else. If I want to lounge, I pull down the bed.
I put my phone inDo Not Disturbmode and plug it into the charger. Then I climb between my sheets, grab Cat and Dog, and pull down my sleep mask.
Eilidh Connover, you are most definitelynotgoing to think about hunky, fangy Dexter Van Sussex.
Nope, not at all.
Much.
9
Eilidh
I sleepuntil one in the afternoon, and the first thought on my mind when I awaken is Dexter.
Mostly because I spent the morning dreaming about the sinful things he could probably do to my body.
Goddammit.
Why do vampires have to be so frickingsexy? Especially him? I’ve never seriously lusted after one of them before. Not that most of them aren’t practically angelic in their beauty, becausedamn.
Yeah, fine, I’ll admit the biggest reason I don’t like working downstairs is because of all the hunky vampire dick being freely passed around, and knowing I’m not partaking of it since that will end my freedom in more than one way.
Although Dexter Van Sussex might prove dangerous to my resolve in that area. Especially after the dreams I had of him taking charge of me.
I close my eyes and my fingers creep between my legs as I think about him. He’s a handsome guy, and he’s definitely into me.
Or, I should say, definitely wants to beinsideme.
As I finger myself, it’s too damn easy to get lost in a fantasy of Dexter tying me to a St. Andrew’s cross and flogging me or laying cane stripes across my ass and thighs before sliding what I assume is a nice-sized cock inside me.
With my clit aching over that image, it’s not long before I come to the thought of Dexter being the first vamp I ever let open my tap, so to speak.
I need to get laid.
It’s been way too long since me and the cheetah shifter did our thing. Maybe I should take a stroll through the wolves’ Fight Club and pick me up another friend for a night. Sure, some vamps hang out there, but there are shifters aplenty. I don’t usually like strings-free sex because on the back end of things, I feel sort of empty and lonely.
But I’ve got an itch to scratch now that needs more than a few C-cell batteries’ worth of buzzing.
Stupid vampires and their sex appeal, anyway.
I’m tempted to cancel dinner, but that would be shitty. I don’t like to be shitty to people who don’t deserve it. Yes, I consider the vampires “people.”
