Page 82 of Cooper’s Passion

“The cat’s out of the bag,” Cooper said with a shrug.

“I can see that,” Wesley replied dryly, pointing at him. “Coop, your fangs are still dripping with blood, and you might wanna close the incisions on Anita’s neck.”

Diaz’s gaze ping-ponged between Wesley and Cooper. Cooper quickly licked over the puncture wounds his fangs had left in Anita’s neck, licking up the blood, while resisting the temptation to drink from her again. His saliva healed the wounds immediately, leaving no visible sign of the bite.

“What the…?” Diaz stared at Anita’s neck.

Wesley put his hand on Diaz’s forearm. “Why don’t we give these kids a few moments to get dressed?”

“Thanks, Wes.”

Wesley managed to lead Diaz outside and shut the door.

Cooper took a deep breath. “That’s not exactly how I’d hoped me drinking your blood would end.”

Anita sighed. “Guess we have to face the music.”

“You sure you want your father to know that I’m a vampire?”

“I can’t see how we can hide it now.”

“I could erase his memory, if that’s what you want.”

“You can erase people’s memories?”

He nodded. “Yes. Though I only do it when it’s absolutely necessary. It’s your choice.”

Anita’s inhaled and exhaled slowly. “He needs to know. It’ll make everything in the future easier.” Then she put her hands on his nape and leaned in. “About what you said to him… that you want me to be your wife…”

He smiled back at her, and moved his hips, thrusting his still-hard cock deeper into her. “I would have proposed in a more romantic setting, but I needed to make sure your father knew that I’m not just using you for your blood.” He chuckled. “Though your blood tastes better than anything I’ve ever had before.”

“I’m happy to hear that, because from now on you’ll only drink from me.” Her eyes sparkled with affection.

“My love,” he murmured and kissed her.