CHAPTER 37
VIXEN
I let out a deep breath as I slouched against the sink counter. God, I needed a breather. Slasher was a walking sin. His panty melting hotness was too much to bear tonight. Since I opened the door to my hotel room, my mind had been picturing nothing but kissing him.
I didn’t know what was happening tonight in particular. Why was I getting too horny all of a sudden? Was it Pattison’s presence in the same room we were?
Yeah, that must be it.
Someone flushed. When they came out, I saw it was Isabella. We smiled at each other. “How do you like the party so far?” she asked.
“Hot.”
She chuckled and brought out a lipstick from her purse.
“Professor Pattison said he was quitting to start a family with you, and you were trying to have a baby?”
Her chest rose with a deep breath. A grim shadow darkened her eyes. “Emphasis on trying. Courtesy of thehumanI was married to before I got here, having a child might be tricky.”
Shit. I shouldn’t have gone there. Difficulty to have a baby when you really wanted one was one of the saddest things on earth. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. It’s going to happen one day. I feel it. It’s a good thing we have all the time in the world.” Her beautiful smile found her lips. “Are you planning on staying human?”
The question caught me off guard. I had to look to make sure no one was around to listen. “What?”
“You’re dating a vampire. Is he going to turn you at some point?”
My heart thrashed. “I never thought about that.”
She smacked her lips. “It’s not that scary to turn. Actually, it’s wonderful. The only thing you have to decide first is whether you want children or not. Because if you do, you need to stay human. A vampire couple can’t conceive.”
“Thank you for the insight. I never thought about that either. I mean it’s way too early for us to think about kids.”
“Of course.” She slid her lipstick back inside the purse. “You seem like a very nice person, Vixen. I really hope you get the position. I never liked Green. There’s something…off about him, and I’m one third demon.”
I chortled. “Thank you, I guess.”
When I returned to the party, I downed as many drinks as my stomach could take. Alcohol and I weren’t best friends. The ideas Isabella put in my head made me more confused than ever.
I’d sworn off men and marriage. Now, I’d changed. Slasher and the boys changed me. All the questions I’d been putting aside for years had popped up in my head all at once. It was giving me whiplash.
Would I ever start a family? Get married? Did I want to have children?
If I did, was any of it a possibility with the four Blood Demons I liked so goddamn much?
I wasn’t even sure if what we had going on was enough for anything more than sex. I’d fallen in lust with each one of them. That part my ovaries and I knew. But when it came to connection, comprehension and…love, I had no clue.
Even if at some point in time we got there, would a relationship between a human and a supernatural work?
Nonetheless, none of these questions would matter if Dasher killed me first for screwing his friends.
I needed more gin.
The rest of the night went fine considerably. Except for the soaking panties, the aching nipples against my bra, and the little weaving I did when Pattison insisted on introducing me to every member of the faculty board. I’d say the party was a social success for me.
It looked like my boss didn’t care if I liked a couple of my students’ dicks a little too much. Well, he was the fucking devil. He lived for that shit.
Slasher accompanied me to my hotel room. I’d have appreciated it if he’d just dropped me off and left, but, of course, the gallant knight had to make sure I was safe all the way up. He had no idea how hard I was struggling to stop myself from kissing him.
