nothing to sneer at either.”
“Ryan’s a freak of nature. He’s got too many muscles.”
“Yeah, but I love to lick them. I miss him, Bree.”
“You need to not think about him. He’s your past now, Blu. Why don’t you stare into your hubby’s eyes for a while? You might find something interesting in there.”
“Yeah, like bloodlust.” Blu palmed her throat. “It’s going to be so gross if I see him drink someone’s blood. He’s not coming near me with those fangs.”
“Fine, but will you let him prick you with something else?”
“There’s my nasty girl.”
“That’s me. Always eager to hear about everyone’s love life. Please promise me you’ll give him a chance, Blu. You’re both in the same situation. Doing something for an entire nation you don’t even know. You should be bonding over this, cleaving to one another. It’ll make you stronger, I promise.”
“Bree, you do know cleave has two opposite meanings. I’ll take the prying-apart definition.”
“I meant the clinging-to-one-another definition.”
“Yeah, I know. You, Bree, are always too positive about everything.”
“It’s the faery dust.”
“Will you slip me some of that stuff next time I see you? My supply is running low.”
“Sure! Now quit hiding in the bathroom and go get to know your hubby.”
Blu smirked. Leave it to Bree to know she was hiding out.
“It’s getting dark. I think he’s gone hunting, or whatever it is they call stalking mortals for blood. Pulling a Dracula. Yeah, that’s what I’ll call it.”
“That gives you time to shower and slip into something sexy before the count returns. Try a little flirtation on your hubby.”
“Yeah, but flirting will mean a promise to him.”
“Nothing wrong with that. Woman cannot survive for more than three days without sex. I know you agree with me on that point.”
Blu rolled her eyes. She was not going to agree, much as she did. “Goodbye, Bree. Talk to Ryan for me, and call me back.”
“Love you, Miss Blu!”
Blu snapped her cell phone shut and tucked it beneath her chin. The faery was entirely too cheery and centered for her own good. If such a thing as Zen Sidhe existed, Bree was the poster fey. The girl needed a good shake—like being forced to marry her complete opposite—to give her a dose of reality.
What was the opposite of faery? Hmm…maybe a demon.
But Blu couldn’t begrudge Bree the positive vibes. Bree was the only one who actually believed this marriage had a chance.
Sliding off the vanity, Blu tugged the bikini strings loose and stood naked before the walk-in shower tiled in polished river stones. She slid her palms down her stomach and hips. It always made her feel apprehensive when a man stared and hungered after her.
Creed couldn’t keep his eyes from her. It had made her nervous so she used her snotty comebacks to disguise it. Living at the compound, she’d learned a few sharp words sometimes proved more effective than a slap that could be construed as rough foreplay.
She smoothed her palms up to cup her breasts. A glance over her shoulder studied her body in the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the back of the door.
Let the vampire look. She was the one who would decide if a look could turn into a touch, and a touch intosomething more. It was high time she took control of her life. It was not something she’d had at the compound.
Peeling the wig from her head, she shook out her hair and flicked on the shower.
Flirting with her husband?
She did need something to keep her from getting cabin fever. And if it put her in control? All the better.
Chapter Four
T HE DONOR FELL AT Creed’s feet and collapsed, arms and chest folding over her legs. Creed swayed against the rough cement wall, catching his palm against it, as the swoon shimmered through his body.
After nine centuries, taking blood still never failed to satisfy. Nothing near a raging orgasm, but a sweet tease similar to it. And with age, the high all vampires
“Ryan’s a freak of nature. He’s got too many muscles.”
“Yeah, but I love to lick them. I miss him, Bree.”
“You need to not think about him. He’s your past now, Blu. Why don’t you stare into your hubby’s eyes for a while? You might find something interesting in there.”
“Yeah, like bloodlust.” Blu palmed her throat. “It’s going to be so gross if I see him drink someone’s blood. He’s not coming near me with those fangs.”
“Fine, but will you let him prick you with something else?”
“There’s my nasty girl.”
“That’s me. Always eager to hear about everyone’s love life. Please promise me you’ll give him a chance, Blu. You’re both in the same situation. Doing something for an entire nation you don’t even know. You should be bonding over this, cleaving to one another. It’ll make you stronger, I promise.”
“Bree, you do know cleave has two opposite meanings. I’ll take the prying-apart definition.”
“I meant the clinging-to-one-another definition.”
“Yeah, I know. You, Bree, are always too positive about everything.”
“It’s the faery dust.”
“Will you slip me some of that stuff next time I see you? My supply is running low.”
“Sure! Now quit hiding in the bathroom and go get to know your hubby.”
Blu smirked. Leave it to Bree to know she was hiding out.
“It’s getting dark. I think he’s gone hunting, or whatever it is they call stalking mortals for blood. Pulling a Dracula. Yeah, that’s what I’ll call it.”
“That gives you time to shower and slip into something sexy before the count returns. Try a little flirtation on your hubby.”
“Yeah, but flirting will mean a promise to him.”
“Nothing wrong with that. Woman cannot survive for more than three days without sex. I know you agree with me on that point.”
Blu rolled her eyes. She was not going to agree, much as she did. “Goodbye, Bree. Talk to Ryan for me, and call me back.”
“Love you, Miss Blu!”
Blu snapped her cell phone shut and tucked it beneath her chin. The faery was entirely too cheery and centered for her own good. If such a thing as Zen Sidhe existed, Bree was the poster fey. The girl needed a good shake—like being forced to marry her complete opposite—to give her a dose of reality.
What was the opposite of faery? Hmm…maybe a demon.
But Blu couldn’t begrudge Bree the positive vibes. Bree was the only one who actually believed this marriage had a chance.
Sliding off the vanity, Blu tugged the bikini strings loose and stood naked before the walk-in shower tiled in polished river stones. She slid her palms down her stomach and hips. It always made her feel apprehensive when a man stared and hungered after her.
Creed couldn’t keep his eyes from her. It had made her nervous so she used her snotty comebacks to disguise it. Living at the compound, she’d learned a few sharp words sometimes proved more effective than a slap that could be construed as rough foreplay.
She smoothed her palms up to cup her breasts. A glance over her shoulder studied her body in the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the back of the door.
Let the vampire look. She was the one who would decide if a look could turn into a touch, and a touch intosomething more. It was high time she took control of her life. It was not something she’d had at the compound.
Peeling the wig from her head, she shook out her hair and flicked on the shower.
Flirting with her husband?
She did need something to keep her from getting cabin fever. And if it put her in control? All the better.
Chapter Four
T HE DONOR FELL AT Creed’s feet and collapsed, arms and chest folding over her legs. Creed swayed against the rough cement wall, catching his palm against it, as the swoon shimmered through his body.
After nine centuries, taking blood still never failed to satisfy. Nothing near a raging orgasm, but a sweet tease similar to it. And with age, the high all vampires
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