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Yannis smiles, blushing a beautiful shade of pink. “I’m glad then. It was cool. I really liked how it felt, but I don’t think I’d want another vampire to feed from me. It’s too intimate.”

My heart, long dormant, sparks to life, fluttering in my chest. “That pleases me to hear. I wouldn’t like it either. I want you to be mine, Yannis. Only mine.”

He bites his bottom lip for a second. “What does that mean? Is it different for vampires?”

“I don’t want to overwhelm or frighten you.”

“You won’t. Just tell me.”

Am I ready to utter the words to this beautiful man? To tell him we may be, no we must be, fated mates? Perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself. I rushed in with Nathan and endangered him. I won’t take the chance of losing Yannis that way. I can explain it without dumping all that on him.

“Vampires can be… intense. As I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

He chuckles. “Yeah.”

“Like mortals, some vampires are polyamorous, loving many, while others are devoted only to one.” I shake my head. No, that’s not the right direction. “What I mean is that for some of us…” Fuck.

“Hale?”

“I’m sorry. I’m not being clear.” I squeeze his hand. “I think the easiest thing to say for now is that I am very interested in pursuing a relationship with you and only you. I don’t want anyone else to touch you.”

He nods. “I understand that. I don’t want that either. I feel different around you, and I want to see where this can go.”

Satisfied, I smile. This is good enough for now. “Good. You must be hungry.”

“I could eat. How about a late-night pizza?” Then he tilts his head. “Do you eat people food?”

“Rarely, but I’ll enjoy watching you eat immensely.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am.”

“Cool. I’ll order.”

As he pops up and digs his phone out of his pocket, I settle back on the couch. This is good, but I need to pace myself. We have all the time in the world to figure this out. I am a vampire after all.

Chapter 15

Yannis

Ireally hope Hale can’t tell that I’m losing my freaking mind on the inside. He’s a vampire! Did I hit the jackpot or what? My head is spinning from everything that’s happened since he stepped inside my apartment. The sex was mind blowing. The kisses alone were better than any I’ve had before, but then… All we did was rub our dicks together, and it was the best thing I’ve experienced to date.

Then he tells me he’s a vampire, like he didn’t just make my fantasies come true, and bites my neck, and that was… Well, fuck. It was amazing. My dick is still hard. Now he wants me all to himself? Is this real life? I blow out a breath to calm my racing thoughts.

When I come out of my bedroom after cleaning up a little, he’s unfortunately buttoned his slacks again. I huff a laugh at the thought running through my head right now.

“Something funny?” he asks.

“Yeah. I was thinking how weird it is that I’m in my thirties and just discovered this whole new side of sex.” I plop down on the couch beside him. “It’s always been okay for me, but not amazing, you know? Maybe it wasn’t the right partners or maybe it wasn’t the right gender. I don’t fucking know, but I do know that tonight was different.”

His eyes soften as a sweet smile plays on his lips. “That makes me feel good.”

“Seriously, Hale. I’m not blowing sunshine up your ass. I want to do more, everything, and that’s not like me. For years I wondered if my sex drive was lower than other guys’, but right now…” I swallow hard. “I’m pretty sure there’s nothing wrong with my drive.”

He leans in and kisses me, softly at first, then more intensely, our tongues tangling together as shivers run through me straight to my dick. When he breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine, I whimper. Actually fucking whimper.

“Your kiss is delicious,” he says.

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