Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Fuck yeah,” Bonbon had moaned. “You touch those ears, you dirty girl. Harder. Like you mean it.”
Gorg just purred like a kitten, as usual.
“You guys…are…weird…” MF had dosed off, the energy draining from her body.
Now it was late morning, and she felt something on her cheek.
MF slapped it away and opened her eyes. “Wha-what!”
“It is just me, Maxton.” He sat on the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing?”
“Watching you sleep. I think your friends took advantage of you last night, so I decided to let you rest.”
Gorg and Bon were both snoring away on the couch.
“Yeah, they do that occasionally. I strongly recommend never sleeping next to them.”
“Agreed. I woke up with quite the headache.” His eyes floated to her neck.
He was hungry? Actually, she was, too. She’d been so tired last night that she forgot about her dinner.
“Maxton, I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning. I can’t donate blood right now. I’m really sorry. Think you can wait?”
He took her hand and kissed her wrist.
Was he going to bite her against her will? She was about to jerk her arm away when he began trailing soft kisses up her arm.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her breathing accelerating.
“I woke up next to you with a different sort of hunger.”
Wait. Is he… “Are you coming on to me?”
“If you mean trying to persuade you to let me bed you, then yes.”
Her heart began beating faster. “But I thought you didn’t like me that way.”
“You thought wrong.”
Yeah, maybe she had. On one hand, she had hoped their two moments yesterday meant something to him, but she didn’t want to behave like a naïve human. She knew perfectly well that vampires used seduction to get their meals.
He added, “I find you thoroughly interesting, Mountain Flower.” He brushed a lock of hair from her face. “And very beautiful. I would like to explore what might happen if I took off your clothes,” he leaned over and kissed her collarbone, “and then removed my clothes,” another kiss up her neck, sending shivers down her spine, “and then inserted my rather generous penis in your—”
“Okay. I get the picture.”
“Have I insulted you? You are not a virgin, correct?”
“No. I’m an ex-vampire and happen to still have the libido of one.” She bowed her head, trying to capture his gaze. “But how do I know you’re not just saying all this because you want to drink from me?”
“Oh,” he grinned, “I want to drink from you. The question is, do you want to drink from me?”
Her mouth dropped. “Are you offering to—”
“To turn you.”
“What-what changed your mind?” she asked.
He sat up straight, captivating her with his intense, lustful stare. “You have been transparent with me, so I shall do the same for you. I do not know what changed my mind. I woke up, saw you there, and felt empathy for the first time in a very long while. Perhaps it is because you stopped me from making a grave mistake last night. Maybe it is because you have shown a fearless warmth and compassion for a man who does not deserve it. All I know is that I felt the urge to do something for you in return. While also putting my generous penis in your vag—”
“Sex. We can just say sex.” MF exhaled slowly. So this was it. Her last day as a human. And she was going to be turned by a man she strongly believed was her mate.
A) Her instant attraction.
B) He gave her a big fat “O-my” without killing her when taking blood.
C) He figured out what her name really meant.
D) She stopped his rampage with a kiss.
E) He woke up this morning wanting to give her the D! And the B!
These were all signs.
“Then I will say it, MF. I would like to have sex and offer you my blood.”
She wanted to cry. Pure tears of joy. “Can I eat first?”
He tilted his head. “Eat?”
“Yeah. I never got the chance to say goodbye to all my favorite foods the first time around. I’d like to do this right. In fact, you can help me.”
“Help?”
“I have a lot of favorite foods.”
“How many?” he asked.
“That’s right. You’ve never been to a grocery store. Get ready for one of my favorite pastimes, besides sex: snacking.”
He laughed. “I am thoroughly intrigued by your depraved whims, Mountain Flower. Show me this dark store of repulsive grosseries. If it’s as terrifying as the moving vomit-sleigh you showed me last evening, I am in for quite the ride.”
“Where the hell is MF when I need her?” Damien paced his bedroom while Sky bawled her eyes out inconsolably, facedown on his bed. She’d been like this for hours. He’d attempted to hold her, talk calmly, ply her with powerful apple-tinis, and he’d even gone out and bought two dozen doughnuts. Which he’d ended up stress eating. Nothing soothed the woman, who refused to say a word.