Struggling to fight off the rosy glow that is threatening to rise up and take over my whole body, I roll over with great effort.
But when I try standing up, everything goes black.I feel his strong arms catching me as I sink down, down, down…
It’s bright and sunny when I wake up.
The tendrils of my delightful nightmare stick to me like the sweetest honey as the love story told to me last night slowly creeps back in.
Tempest and Ifan.
And their deadly incubus offspring; my cousin, Wulf.
And Shadow Sylva laying me down on the bed, spreading my thighs wide, and…
Gasping, I sit up.
Did I really sleep with a vampire last night?Well, I definitely had sex with him!My body has the slightly used feeling of being well and truly fucked.
I’m fucked in lots of other ways, too.
A coven of vampires lives on Landslide masquerading as a motorcycle club, and I think I might be falling in love with the club’s president.
No way.
Falling back down on the pillows, I promise myself not to get up until I have managed to make sense out of all of this.
The vampires must have lived here for a long time.They came in riding on horses, for God’s sake.They feed on women living around these parts.And when they feed, the women experience nocturnal orgasms.The vampires like to give women nighttime visits and watch them come in their sleep almost as much as they enjoy feeding on them!
But the women get sick from all the blood loss, so Tempest got her dad to build the inn so the vampires could have access to more variety in their diet.My God!Was my aunt as monstrous as the coven?
It makes total sense for Tempest to have fallen in love with a vampire.It was her destiny.
How did she fall pregnant?It makes no sense.Aren’t the reproductive organs of vampires inert?
Throwing back the bed covers, I stare at the crumpled sheet underneath me.Running my hands over the sweat-stained cotton, I feel it.A damp spot.It’s easy to see because it’s tinted lightly with blood.Is that my blood, or is that part of Shadow’s intoxicating essence?
Daring myself, I lower my head to sniff at the wet patch.
Fuck that man!He’s got me acting like more of an animal than he is!Hang on, Luna.Pump your brakes.
Shadow is not a man.Hewasa man.Big difference.
From what I can tell, he’s firing on all six cylinders despite being only half-human.The sheet is stained with cum mixed with my pussy juice.
Swinging my feet off the bed, I test to see if I’m still dizzy before trying to stand up.Only then do I see the scrap of notepaper under one of the pillows.Tentatively, I pick it up.
Please don’t let it be from Wulf.I will die happy if I never have to hear the name of my cousin again.How sick and desperate does he have to be to visit me in such a way?I know Wulf’s nocturnal visit was just a dream, but it was a violation of my privacy all the same.
The note is from Shadow.He has scrawled my name with some strange symbols next to it:
LUNA
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His handwriting is worse than a kindergartener’s; the pen strokes are crude and pressed into the paper so hard that some of the surface has torn from the force.I have no doubt that when I go to the work room next door, I will find my notebook with the grooves of these words deeply embedded into the top five pages.
Without a second thought, I fold the note four times and tuck it into my bra as I get dressed.I feel all warm and good about the day.Sure, my face is shockingly pale when I go clean my teeth in the bathroom, but I’m still young and healthy enough to be able to handle this.
At least I hope I am.
