Wordless: new adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 1) by May Sage

what made her stand out was her mouth. Not because he’d like nothing more than to see it wrapped around his cock – although there was that, too – but because she wouldn’t open it.
    He could see the wheels turning, she had plenty to say, but she just wouldn’t. Everything coming out of it was a direct reply to whatever he’d said or asked – she gave nothing away so, of course, he wanted to know what made her tick.
    His interest would dwindle, eventually. Probably. Maybe.
    He sighed out loud. How inconvenient . In all his years, William had never developed something quite so close to an infatuation. Why now? Why her? He knew nothing of her, really.
     
    Within minutes, his decision was made. He called his brother back, hoping against all hope the King was too busy to get him to talk about hows and whys. He would know, eventually: Michael was a damn skilled psychic – one of the reasons why William and their sister didn’t live in the same state as him.
    “Change of plan. I’m coming to Washington.”
    William’s hopes were dashed when Michael asked why, rather than acquiescing and hanging up.
    “Brilliant. But I thought you had a new charity case under your roof.”
    Why hadn’t he prepared an answer to that very expected question? Michael was far too astute to believe a half-assed lie, so instead, he went for a generic:
    “It’s complicated.”
    Mike snorted on the other end of the line. Dammit, how did he do it? 
    “So, out of ten, what’s her ass like?”
    Ten. Eleven and a half.
    “Shut it, brother, I still have pictures of your disco phase. The pink trousers and the afro were particularly tasteful.”
    Michael could be many things, but certainly not a fashion expert. William had wisely stuck to suits all the way through the twentieth century.
    “I’ll take this as a confession. But very well, I could use a hand. Is Charlotte accompanying you?”
    Their sister, the only elder patrician who’d refused to rule her own city, lived with him – mainly because he wouldn’t allow otherwise. Although she was certainly able to take care of herself, she was also… vulnerable. Ok, to be entirely frank? She was insane. In the most endearing sense of the term, but batshit crazy nonetheless.
    If she had been human, she might have been diagnosed with ADHD and OCD, amongst other things, but when those very manageable traits were paired with the mind and abilities of a vampire – infinitely quicker than a human’s – the result was pure crazy.
    She forgot everything, remembered it all at once, danced alone in the middle of a crowd, walked down the street naked, cleaned the bathroom at the same time as cooking those weird-ass weed and blood cookies no one should ever eat.
    He remembered giving in and trying a bit, once, and he was pretty sure that it had resulted in him turning into Charlotte, for all intent and purposes. He’d gone running naked around Central Park and woke up in a sea of exhausted, naked bodies, male and female alike, although he’d believed he was entirely straight, until that day. Given the fact that he hadn’t exactly dislike the soreness of his own ass, he’d since changed his tune, introducing himself as bi-curious from that point onward.
    William was all for a good time, occasionally, but high didn’t even begin to cover what he’d felt like. Those cakes should be outlawed.
    “No, I don’t think so. I’ll ask her to stay with Fay.”
    “Ah! We have a name.”
    William chastised himself; he bet Michael would scan his mind for any mention of Fay until he got everything, down to her fantastic measurements.
    “When can I expect you?”
    “By dawn.”
    He gave himself that one evening to speak to Charlotte and organize around the clock protection for Fay, in or out of his house; then he was out of there.
     
     

     
     
    It turned out that her first assessment had been accurate: although she’d bitten her, and most probably touched her vagina less than twenty-four hours