was safe—and it looked like she might be given a second
chance to redeem herself. She’d worry about how to keep her body solid around
Max later.
“Did I miss a joke?” a feminine voice said from behind Pia.
Pia whirled.
“Not a joke. But you’ll be sorry you missed it,” Emmy said. “Meet Pia.
Pia, this is Quentin’s wife, Darcy.”
Pia nodded to the woman, then her gaze trailed downward. Darcy was
reed-thin except for her very round belly. Quentin’s wife was pregnant. Pia
gasped. “Are you a breeder?”
“Not the kind you think,” Emmy said quickly. “The baby’s not
Quent’s—but that’s a long story.”
Pia looked from one woman to the next. They couldn’t be more different.
One blonde and voluptuous, with a face that sparkled bright as Christmas
lights. The other brunette, slender, and serene. But there was no mistaking the
bond between them as they traded meaningful glances. Pia felt a twinge of envy
for their friendship.
“Pia is here to take care of Max, Darcy.”
Pia nearly groaned aloud.
“What’s to take care of?” Darcy said, stiffening.
“That’s a very good question.” Emmy turned back to Pia, her eyes
narrowing. “You’re gonna have to spill, girlfriend.”
“Shit.”
*
* * * *
“So what was-sh Max like?” Emmy asked, her reddened eyes alight with
curiosity.
Pia wished her glass wasn’t empty, she could use another shot before
she answered that one. She glanced over her shoulder to where the bottle sat on
the kitchen counter—too far to walk. She sighed. “Intense.”
“I bet.” Emmy burped and then giggled. “He looks like the kind who
would walk through walls to get at a woman.”
Pia’s cheeks filled with heat. “He is relentless.” She pursed her lips
to keep from giggling, guessing it was probably time to stop drinking. She
never giggled.
Darcy’s mouth turned up at the corners. “Well, well. I always knew he
had it in him.”
Emmy leaned over the kitchen table and spread a generous daub of
liverwurst on a cracker and popped it into her mouth. “Mmmm. Love organ meat.
So’s Max…hung?” she asked, her hand covering her mouth.
Darcy tilted her head back and groaned. “She’s obsessed.”
“I’m not the only one,” Emmy snapped. “Lily carries a measuring tape.”
Pia intercepted Darcy’s swift headshake and a glare in Emmy’s
direction, and alarm bells rang. That was the second time she’d heard that
name. Wasn’t it? She shook her head— big mistake , the room swirled.
“Lily? There’s another woman in The Compound?”
“Oops,” Emmy said, eyes rounded with guilt.
“Joe’s wife,” Darcy said. “She’s ill.”
“Oh.” The secretive glance the two women shared only heightened Pia’s
curiosity. She tried to sit straighter in her chair. “Is she a vamp or human?”
“Human, like me,” Darcy said, quickly. “So is Max…hung?”
Her attempt to change the subject was too obvious to be casual, but Pia
let it drop—Max’s penis was a much more interesting subject. “He’s
impressive…especially for a human.”
“I knew it!” Emmy said, slapping her palm against the table so loudly
Darcy jumped.
Pia, on the other hand, guessed her nerves were too well insulated. Not
so much as a flinch. She lifted her glass to her mouth, then cursed when she
remembered it was empty.
“The guys are always saying they’re just un-ush-unusually large for
vampires.” Emmy smiled. “The braggarts. So tell me, have you ever had a vamp
who couldn’t wield his cock like a weapon?”
Darcy spluttered with shocked laughter. “Em!”
Pia grinned. Whatever the two were trying to hide, it wasn’t any of her
affair. Nope! She was strictly short-term. “Vamp cocks are the biggest.
Although…” she leaned over the table to whisper, “I’ve heard werewolves are
just as impressive.”
“Werewolves!” Darcy shuddered. “Monsters, every one. You should have
seen what they did to those people.”
Having heard the story of the
chance to redeem herself. She’d worry about how to keep her body solid around
Max later.
“Did I miss a joke?” a feminine voice said from behind Pia.
Pia whirled.
“Not a joke. But you’ll be sorry you missed it,” Emmy said. “Meet Pia.
Pia, this is Quentin’s wife, Darcy.”
Pia nodded to the woman, then her gaze trailed downward. Darcy was
reed-thin except for her very round belly. Quentin’s wife was pregnant. Pia
gasped. “Are you a breeder?”
“Not the kind you think,” Emmy said quickly. “The baby’s not
Quent’s—but that’s a long story.”
Pia looked from one woman to the next. They couldn’t be more different.
One blonde and voluptuous, with a face that sparkled bright as Christmas
lights. The other brunette, slender, and serene. But there was no mistaking the
bond between them as they traded meaningful glances. Pia felt a twinge of envy
for their friendship.
“Pia is here to take care of Max, Darcy.”
Pia nearly groaned aloud.
“What’s to take care of?” Darcy said, stiffening.
“That’s a very good question.” Emmy turned back to Pia, her eyes
narrowing. “You’re gonna have to spill, girlfriend.”
“Shit.”
*
* * * *
“So what was-sh Max like?” Emmy asked, her reddened eyes alight with
curiosity.
Pia wished her glass wasn’t empty, she could use another shot before
she answered that one. She glanced over her shoulder to where the bottle sat on
the kitchen counter—too far to walk. She sighed. “Intense.”
“I bet.” Emmy burped and then giggled. “He looks like the kind who
would walk through walls to get at a woman.”
Pia’s cheeks filled with heat. “He is relentless.” She pursed her lips
to keep from giggling, guessing it was probably time to stop drinking. She
never giggled.
Darcy’s mouth turned up at the corners. “Well, well. I always knew he
had it in him.”
Emmy leaned over the kitchen table and spread a generous daub of
liverwurst on a cracker and popped it into her mouth. “Mmmm. Love organ meat.
So’s Max…hung?” she asked, her hand covering her mouth.
Darcy tilted her head back and groaned. “She’s obsessed.”
“I’m not the only one,” Emmy snapped. “Lily carries a measuring tape.”
Pia intercepted Darcy’s swift headshake and a glare in Emmy’s
direction, and alarm bells rang. That was the second time she’d heard that
name. Wasn’t it? She shook her head— big mistake , the room swirled.
“Lily? There’s another woman in The Compound?”
“Oops,” Emmy said, eyes rounded with guilt.
“Joe’s wife,” Darcy said. “She’s ill.”
“Oh.” The secretive glance the two women shared only heightened Pia’s
curiosity. She tried to sit straighter in her chair. “Is she a vamp or human?”
“Human, like me,” Darcy said, quickly. “So is Max…hung?”
Her attempt to change the subject was too obvious to be casual, but Pia
let it drop—Max’s penis was a much more interesting subject. “He’s
impressive…especially for a human.”
“I knew it!” Emmy said, slapping her palm against the table so loudly
Darcy jumped.
Pia, on the other hand, guessed her nerves were too well insulated. Not
so much as a flinch. She lifted her glass to her mouth, then cursed when she
remembered it was empty.
“The guys are always saying they’re just un-ush-unusually large for
vampires.” Emmy smiled. “The braggarts. So tell me, have you ever had a vamp
who couldn’t wield his cock like a weapon?”
Darcy spluttered with shocked laughter. “Em!”
Pia grinned. Whatever the two were trying to hide, it wasn’t any of her
affair. Nope! She was strictly short-term. “Vamp cocks are the biggest.
Although…” she leaned over the table to whisper, “I’ve heard werewolves are
just as impressive.”
“Werewolves!” Darcy shuddered. “Monsters, every one. You should have
seen what they did to those people.”
Having heard the story of the
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