Page 2 of To Crave Truly

I mean, he was ridiculously good looking, with the long silver hair, beguiling red eyes, and sexy grin, but the guy pretty much kidnapped me and turned me into a vampire. I was going to have serious doubts about my sanity if I’d done that with him.

His sexy grin widened. “No, little one. We did not.”

Phew. Not crazy then. That would have been awkward. Especially if I couldn’t remember any of it. Which would have been a shame because he looked delicious and—

Dammit. Focus, woman!

“Besides, necrophilia isn’t my thing,” he said as he slipped into a blood red silk robe.

“Huh?”

He handed me a similar robe which I immediately put on, grateful I was no longer standing there with a practical stranger in nothing but my birthday suit.

“You’ve been unconscious for two days.”

My jaw dropped. “Two days?”

“Mm-hmm,” he muttered softly. “It seems to have taken you longer to transition into the vampire state than normal. I stayed with you to make sure nothing untoward happened to you.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “And we had to be naked for that because…?”

“It aids the transition. I am your sire, and as such, being close to me as you change makes the process easier.”

“And that’s all?”

“Yes.” His voice dropped and there was that possessive glint in his eyes again. I’d have to ask Jasper if that was actually a thing or if Mordecai was taking advantage of me.

Oh, God.

“Where’s Jasper?”

Mordecai scowled at the mention of my vampire’s name. “He’s fine. He’s occupied running some errands for me.”

I took a step closer to the vampire. “I want to see him. Now.”

His face hardened and his hand shot out to grip my throat. “Do not make demands of me, little one.” His nails lengthened into wicked talons and a mouth full of deadly sharp teeth snarled in my face. “I am in charge here. Not you. Do you understand?”

His grip tightened.

“Yes,” I forced out from between my teeth and his grip immediately relaxed.

“Good,” he hummed, all traces of his outburst vanishing. “Don’t forget it.”

“Or what?” I goaded. Stupid mouth.

He dipped his head and ran his tongue up the length of my neck. “I’ll rip this pretty little throat to pieces.” He pressed a soft kiss against my cheek before releasing me. “Now, get dressed. We have work to do.”

“Mordecai—”

He pressed a finger against my lips. “Please refrain from using my name in public. Call me Master.” I snorted. “Or Sire, if you prefer.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. Don’t make me imprint the command on your mind, Lori.”

I shuddered. There was no way I was going to let him have any sort of control over me. I guess I’d have to play along until I could find a way out of here. Because I was definitely getting out of here. Wherever here was.

“Fine. If that’s what you want, Master.”

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