CHAPTER SEVEN
VIVI
The tipof his tail is inside me.
It’s thick. Softer than I expected. And it keepstwirling.
When he shushed me and told me that he’s never done this before, I… I didn’t know how to respond.
What does that even mean?I wonder, not for the first time.
He’s never put his tail inside another woman?
I find that hard to believe, given how amazing it feels between my legs. He keeps stroking my G-spot, making my body burn for more. All while I’m shivering becauseholy fuck, there’s a tail inside me.
This… this isn’t natural.
Which is obvious. He’s not human. He’s a Strigoi.
And he has me in his lap… with a fork poised at my mouth.
The way his irises are flickering between obsidian and crimson tells me he’s losing his patience—something he just warned me tostop testing.
God, this is insane. I’m not even hungry. But I open my mouth anyway because what the fuck else am I supposed to do?
He knew I was coming.
He knows about my research.
Hewantedme here.
Those realizations all hit me within the last few minutes, my reality spinning wildly out of control.
I should be screaming. Demanding that he let me go. But instead, I’m chewing on…broccoli.
Ugh. I loathe broccoli. It’s, like, the worst vegetable in existence, and I’m pretty sure my expression shows my feelings on the topic because he frowns.
“Have I harmed you?” he asks, his tail ceasing all movement inside me.
The unexpected question almost makes me choke on the food.
This monster is confusing. He demands that I obey him, basically forces himself inside me without requesting consent, yet pauses to express concern about my well-being. How am I supposed to react to that?
“I don’t like broccoli,” I admit after forcing myself to swallow. “Actually, Idespiseit.”
Frown lines mar his brow. “I see.” He releases my chin and wraps his arm around me again to pull me more firmly against him.
Which causes his tail to go deeper.
And makes me shudder in response.
Because oh. My. God.
I’m pretty sure eight inches of him are inside me now, which is a lot longer and thicker than anything else I’ve ever experienced.
I feel so full I could explode.
I should hate him. Hatethis. But I haven’t even tried to make him stop.
