Yes,I know. Eilidh is absolutely right that it’s ludicrous herageis what’s tripping me.
“If it’s any consolation, Lucius didn’t believe my age at first, either,” she adds.
“How’d you prove it to him?”
“I showed him my birth certificate and let him research. Plus, I gave him plenty of references.”
“You…did?”
“Yeah. I was never fired or left on bad terms. There were plenty of vampires who could vouch for me. Shifters, too.”
“Then why did you move on?”
“Uh, my little intermittent stalker?”
“Oh, right.”
A comfortable silence descends over us for several minutes while we eat before she next speaks. “Not freaked out?”
The last thing I want to do is lie to her or scare her off. She could turn out to be a secret kind of shifter sent to kill me, and, fates help me, I’d still want her.
“I want to help you unravel this mystery,” I finally say. “And no, I’m not freaked out.”
I sense she’s trying to build up to an ask—a pretty big one—so I let the silence between us play out again. Her cheeks flush a little, a delightful shade of pink that enchants me.
“You’re not scared of me?” This is the voice of a vulnerable woman, not the feisty fighter I watched with my own two eyes as she took down a vampire.
Slowly shaking my head, I sit back. “Not in the slightest.”
“I don’t know if that should scareme,” she mutters before nervously taking a drink of water. After a deep, shaky breath, she bites her lower lip and my cock throbs in response. “After the meeting…maybe we could do more than just cuddle? But no feeding,” she quickly adds. “If you can’t promise that, I understand. No harm, no foul.”
Forcing myself to remain still, I take a breath. “If you mean having sex without feeding, yes. I’m perfectly capable of that. Besides, I’ve already fed today.”
“Yeah, this lasagna’s gr—oh.” She blinks. “You mean…youfed.”
“I have a mini fridge in the bedroom full of blood.” I point. “You may go look, if you wish.”
Her relieved breath tells me yes, the sudden spike in her pulse meant jealousy.
That pleases me more than I care to admit.
“No, I believe you.”
“Is there anything else you’d wish to do tonight?” I’m already struggling to shove back a wave of dirty, sexy things I long to do to and with her. I need my focus tonight, and fantasizing about tying her up and ravishing her pussy with my mouth isn’t helping me.
Yes, I can smell her arousal, and it’s making it difficult to think. What Iwantto do is drop to my knees before her, shove her thighs apart, and bury my face between them, so I can spend the whole evening tasting and pleasuring her.
I want her addicted to me the way I already am to her.
That she doesn’t realize the depths of my obsession with her makesmevery vulnerable, and she doesn’t even know it.
The pink tip of her tongue flicks out and she licks her lips. “Spanking and orgasms sounds…fun.”
“Yes, it does.” In a way, I’m glad I can’t compel her. It means she’s asking this because shewantsit.Reallywants it.
Wants it in a way that forces her to push past her fear.
“So…not that I don’t want to do that here. Just not…yet?” I let her finish. “There’s the suite at Club Toxic, where we talked. We could lock ourselves in. And it’s safe, if we play too late for you to come back. It’s okay for you to stay over there.”
