She blinks at me in the violet light. ‘Alexander’s son?’
I nod.
‘I thought he hated you?’
‘He might be more accommodating now that I’m not with Alexander. Plus the fact that his papa hasn’t been backto London to visit him could work in our favour—namely Alexander won’t go near the house if Charlie doesn’t like him very much.’
‘Is he cute?’
‘Very,’ I say with a smile, and Sadie grins.
‘What are his abilities?’
I shrug. ‘Not sure. He didn’t seem to have anything in particular, and his mental powers were sort of weak. Maybe they’ve developed since I last saw him, though.’
‘I guess we’ll find out. Hopefully, Charlie doesn’t mind us smearing soot all over his furniture.’
Chapter 33
Damian | Edinburgh, present day
I don’t normally see patients during my lunch hour, but this is a special check-up—one that requires locking the door of my exam room.
Floss is lying back in my chair. She’s naked apart from combat boots and a black lace bra that barely contains her breasts. Thanks to us making out as soon as she arrived, I’ve got a hard-on the size of Krakatoa in my trousers.
I clear my throat, straighten my white coat, and pull up a chair, attempting not to stare between her thighs (it’s a struggle). ‘Now which teeth are causing you problems, Miss Hughes?’
‘These ones, Doctor,’ she says, opening her mouth and pointing to her canines, which have extended as she’s been licking my neck. They tend to come down automatically when she’s experiencing ‘bloodlust’—a combination of intense horniness and an overwhelming urge to drink my blood (she says I’ll find out what it’s like if I decide to get turned). Part of me is very curious, but I can’t imaginehaving fangs or wanting to bite people with them. Also, a vampire dentist who sucks his patients’ blood wouldn’t have the greatest retention rate. So there’s that.
Yet Floss’s fangs are infinitely fascinating, and I’ve found myself in a number of potentially dangerous situations lately involving them. But then again, as Floss says, she’s quite able to suck my cock without biting it off. So far, that’s been true.
‘Ah, I see,’ I say, lifting back her upper lip. Her fangs are snowy white, curved, and look razor-sharp. ‘Are they painful?’
Floss hisses a laugh. ‘Only if you get too close, Doctor.’
‘Hmm,’ I say, bending to press my lips against the tops of her voluptuous breasts. I push down her bra and free her dusky-pink nipples, twirling one, then the other with my tongue. ‘Is this too close?’
‘I think you’re fine,’ Floss murmurs. I trail a hand down over her pale midriff, then lower to gently caress her pussy.
‘What about now?’
She groans softly. ‘I came here for a fang check-up, Doctor, not a gynaecological exam.’
‘Why not both?’ I quip, lightly circling her clit. ‘I can multitask.’
‘That’s very clever of you,’ she says, her voice sounding slightly strangled as I rub her clit with my index finger.
Fuck, that feels good, Dr Rhodes.
I grin. I love it when she talks to me in my mind; it feels so intimate. I only wish I could hear what she’s thinking ... Perhaps one day. For now, I’m happy enough that she can pick up on my thoughts.
As my cock has been released from my pants—when did that happen?—and Floss is stroking it, it means she has indeed read my thoughts. I sigh in pleasure as her fingers twirl around the juicy tip and slide up and down, firm, the way I like it. The coldness of her fist does nothing to temper my burning desire.Thank you, I think to her.The rest of the afternoon was going to be difficult with that monster in my trousers.
I can tame your monster.Floss pokes the tip of her tongue out at me and wiggles it. I swallow hard. As much as I want her to give me a blow job right now, the logistics are too difficult.
That’s OK. I can wait—
She cuts me off, insisting,Don’t be silly. Swap places.
