Slowly, Audrey raises her chin. “There’s really no need. I might be small but I’m not weak.”
“I wasn’t implying you were,” I say gently as I hand Anita to her.
Audrey might only reach the middle of my chest, but there are certainly no signs of weakness in this formidably fierce creature.
“Good. You know, if you really wanted to help, you could consider asking nicely,” Audrey purrs, her gaze darkening as it locks on my mouth.
“MayI assist you?” I ask, lifting my upper lip in a semblance of a smile, giving her a glimpse of the fangs she seems to be curious about.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Audrey says, stepping closer and pulling on one of my shirt laces. “I’ll let youassistme. But first, I have to head into town. I have a couple of appointments.”
I pretend not to know exactly what they are, and say, “I’ll meet you at Bodin and Tilly’s house after sunset.”
“See you then, stud,” Audrey calls as she saunters out of the castle.
When she’s out of human earshot, I whisper back, “See you then, darling.”
Chapter 6
Audrey
I’m going to need at least two orgasms before I’ll be able to sleep tonight. Okay, maybe three. Who knew Arran could flirt?
Although it’s a surprising discovery, it’s averywelcome one.
Throughout the day I found myself replaying snippets from our conversation. The bossy way Arran insisted on helping me carry my stuff over—a tone I weirdly didn’t mind from him, in fact I think I rather liked it—the insinuation when he said he could scent almostanything, but also how his fangs glinted when he grinned, the way his eyes felt on my body, and the way he didn’t shy away from my touch when I pulled on his shirt lace, it all went straight to my pussy.
I might have to invest in some scent-wicking panties while I’m here, because I’m pretty sure I must’ve stank up the town with the direction my horny thoughts went in. And if any of the personal anecdotes from Tilly were to be believed, then it’s best to shield the town from my filthy brain and traitorous pussy broadcasting its thoughts, as much as is possible anyway.
Considering all the scenarios my imagination has come up with today, this little stay in Arran’s castle could potentially be a lot of fun. But where I’m going to have to be careful with the vampire is the way he treated Anita and how he cuddled her. That move did something dangerous to my stomach, made it all swoopy and stuff.
First things first, though—carrying over the few belongings I brought to the island.
From my position on Tilly’s jizz couch, I eye my inconspicuous box of toys, my favorites hidden under Anita’s blanket and other doggy supplies.
I wonder if I should ask Arran to carry that box. Even though everything is washed, I’m curious if he’d be able to scent what’s actually inside. Would that be too cruel, or could it perhaps serve as a litmus test?
Grinning, I pick up the box and set it next to the front door and drag my suitcase closer too.
“What’s that smile for?” Tilly asks from the kitchen.
“Can’t a girl smile for no reason?” I ask innocently.
Tilly scoffs. “A girl? Sure. You? I’m sensing an ulterior motive.”
I consider telling Tilly my plan, but decide against it. For now. I want to feel Arran out for myself first without any kinds of expectations from anyone else.
Batting my eyelashes, I say, “Just feeling thankful for all the assistance I’m receiving.”
“Sure.” Tilly drags out the word, her suspicion hovering over every letter. “Bodin will be home soon, then he can help you carry everything over.”
“No worries. Arran said he will.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yup.”
Tilly narrows her eyes while she waits for me to elaborate, but when she senses I’m not budging, she says, “Dinner’s almost ready.”
