rosy blush topped her
cheeks. Damn! That created a reaction as his canines grew even
more. Sharper. Longer. Thicker. He felt the same response in his
groin. Unbelievably. He should probably warn her.
“The rich folk like their luxuries. And can
afford them. Like this bed.”
“You carved this bed?”
The awe staining her voice felt good.
Everything about his mate had the same effect. Grimm couldn’t
believe his luck. He nodded.
“Wow.”
“There’s more. If you ever visit the Bradley
Ranch, you’ll see.”
“They bought your work?”
“Yeah.”
“I hope you charged them a hefty price.
Really hefty.”
“Yeah.” It had felt astronomical at the time.
But not nearly enough. Who’d have known the prices antiques would
fetch nowadays?
“Good. I’d hate to think they got away with
everything. Those Bradleys. They probably don’t even allow you into
the big house.”
“Didn’t have much choice at first. My mother
was a headstrong woman. Not many took her on and won.”
“I’d love to meet her.”
“Can’t.”
“Why not? Are they still holding your
parentage against you?”
“She’s uh... passed on.”
“I’m sorry. Geez. I should just stay quiet. I
have a really bad grasp of after-sex conversation, don’t I?”
“This wasn’t sex,” he replied.
He heard and felt her gasp. And then the
longest span of time before she released the breath, sending sweet
air all over him.
“What... did you just say?”
“You heard me.”
“So... what does that mean? Exactly? And use
more than four words. Okay?”
“I-I-I’ve never felt like this. “
Damn it. He stuttered again. He had to look
away and gulp on the embarrassment.
He gulped?
Incredible.
He was dead. Inanimate. He existed only to feed. Fed only to exist.
And yet ever since she’d entered his sphere, the world was passing
out wonders. It was almost like he lived again. Got reanimated.
Somehow. Through a power only true love could wield. He’d been told
it was possible. If one was patient. And supremely lucky. He hadn’t
believed it. He still might not. It was too fresh. Too new. Too
perfect. Grimm blinked rapidly on what couldn’t possibly be
emotion.
“And?” she prompted.
“What?”
“Men! They can’t pay attention to the
slightest thing. Ask them about feelings and emotions and they turn
into turnips.”
Grimm growled and grabbed for her, lacing an
arm beneath her to pull her atop him. Gloried in her quickened
heartbeat as it seemed to drag his dead heart into rhythm with it.
Gathered a handful of ass and just held her atop him. Vibrating.
Regenerating.
“Oh love. If you think that was just sex, I’m
going to have to do something to change your mind.”
He felt her arms lock about his shoulders.
Heard her slight moan. He couldn’t wait any longer. He opened his
mouth and stabbed into her throat.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rosa’s Bed & Breakfast was an old
building. Fashioned mainly from adobe bricks and framed with wood.
Everything about it looked archaic and open; from the mazelike
floor plan to the easy access of the front rooms. Those rooms had
proven how easily a man with a gun could breach them. And he hadn’t
even tried the overly large windows beneath a wide porch, shuttered
when needed.
All of it was perfect camouflage for the
survivalist retreat accessed through the kitchens somewhere.
Nothing about the hacienda betrayed the building’s real function,
nor was it obvious from the bedrooms at the back. Those were built
for defense, manufactured of reinforced concrete covered with adobe
façade. There were false shutters mounted along the walls
portraying windows, while the real window openings were slits along
the top frame. Narrow horizontal slits, two inches by fifteen, they
let in air, very little light, and zero perpetrators. They were
also perfect for picking off bad guys with a rifle.
The place was excellent ground zero should a
survivalist situation actually occur. It could be precipitated by
an EMP –
cheeks. Damn! That created a reaction as his canines grew even
more. Sharper. Longer. Thicker. He felt the same response in his
groin. Unbelievably. He should probably warn her.
“The rich folk like their luxuries. And can
afford them. Like this bed.”
“You carved this bed?”
The awe staining her voice felt good.
Everything about his mate had the same effect. Grimm couldn’t
believe his luck. He nodded.
“Wow.”
“There’s more. If you ever visit the Bradley
Ranch, you’ll see.”
“They bought your work?”
“Yeah.”
“I hope you charged them a hefty price.
Really hefty.”
“Yeah.” It had felt astronomical at the time.
But not nearly enough. Who’d have known the prices antiques would
fetch nowadays?
“Good. I’d hate to think they got away with
everything. Those Bradleys. They probably don’t even allow you into
the big house.”
“Didn’t have much choice at first. My mother
was a headstrong woman. Not many took her on and won.”
“I’d love to meet her.”
“Can’t.”
“Why not? Are they still holding your
parentage against you?”
“She’s uh... passed on.”
“I’m sorry. Geez. I should just stay quiet. I
have a really bad grasp of after-sex conversation, don’t I?”
“This wasn’t sex,” he replied.
He heard and felt her gasp. And then the
longest span of time before she released the breath, sending sweet
air all over him.
“What... did you just say?”
“You heard me.”
“So... what does that mean? Exactly? And use
more than four words. Okay?”
“I-I-I’ve never felt like this. “
Damn it. He stuttered again. He had to look
away and gulp on the embarrassment.
He gulped?
Incredible.
He was dead. Inanimate. He existed only to feed. Fed only to exist.
And yet ever since she’d entered his sphere, the world was passing
out wonders. It was almost like he lived again. Got reanimated.
Somehow. Through a power only true love could wield. He’d been told
it was possible. If one was patient. And supremely lucky. He hadn’t
believed it. He still might not. It was too fresh. Too new. Too
perfect. Grimm blinked rapidly on what couldn’t possibly be
emotion.
“And?” she prompted.
“What?”
“Men! They can’t pay attention to the
slightest thing. Ask them about feelings and emotions and they turn
into turnips.”
Grimm growled and grabbed for her, lacing an
arm beneath her to pull her atop him. Gloried in her quickened
heartbeat as it seemed to drag his dead heart into rhythm with it.
Gathered a handful of ass and just held her atop him. Vibrating.
Regenerating.
“Oh love. If you think that was just sex, I’m
going to have to do something to change your mind.”
He felt her arms lock about his shoulders.
Heard her slight moan. He couldn’t wait any longer. He opened his
mouth and stabbed into her throat.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rosa’s Bed & Breakfast was an old
building. Fashioned mainly from adobe bricks and framed with wood.
Everything about it looked archaic and open; from the mazelike
floor plan to the easy access of the front rooms. Those rooms had
proven how easily a man with a gun could breach them. And he hadn’t
even tried the overly large windows beneath a wide porch, shuttered
when needed.
All of it was perfect camouflage for the
survivalist retreat accessed through the kitchens somewhere.
Nothing about the hacienda betrayed the building’s real function,
nor was it obvious from the bedrooms at the back. Those were built
for defense, manufactured of reinforced concrete covered with adobe
façade. There were false shutters mounted along the walls
portraying windows, while the real window openings were slits along
the top frame. Narrow horizontal slits, two inches by fifteen, they
let in air, very little light, and zero perpetrators. They were
also perfect for picking off bad guys with a rifle.
The place was excellent ground zero should a
survivalist situation actually occur. It could be precipitated by
an EMP –
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