Page 37 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Four

“I’ll be fine,” I tell her as I pull open the driver’s side door on the Bimmer.

She goes around to the passenger side and is in the seat before I’m behind the wheel. “I’m sure you will.” She buckles her seat belt. “But on the off chance you’re threatened again by a fae lord, it might behoove you to have me and my supernatural widget to save you.”

I sigh and settle into the driver’s seat. “Where did you get that thing, anyway?”

Sam props her elbow on the door rest and wrinkles her nose. “Cal.”

“Well, props to the Alpha,” I say and turn the engine over. “That little widget came in handy.”

“No props to him,” Sam practically snarls. “Zero props.”

I let her have that one. She’s going to get enough push back from practically everyone when they find out she’s the Alpha’s fated mate.

When the news breaks, she’ll practically be a Midnight Harbor celebrity and everyone will be watching what she does, what she says, how she dresses and where she eats. They’ll be pressuring her to dish on the Alpha and hounding her to reveal her own private thoughts about him and their relationship.

As her best friend, I just need to let her hate him—for now.

We park in the driveway outside my house. I find the front door still locked, and when I turn the key in the deadbolt and the lock thunks open, I breathe out with a sigh.

It’s familiar, even if it’s silly, and it makes me suddenly miss everything that was before.

I kick off my shoes and trudge over to the couch and dramatically throw myself into the cushions. Sam sits at the other end, snagging the TV remote from the end table.

I yawn and let my eyes slip closed.

“Do you have to work today?” I ask sleepily.

“No.” Sam clicks on the TV and the room brightens with the glow. She scrolls through apps, landing on a streaming service.

“Will you stay with me all day?” I ask, feeling the exhaustion catch up to me.

“As long as I can,” she says.

I curl into my side and Sam grabs the throw blanket draped over the back of the sofa and tosses it over me.

“Bran will show up around dusk,” I warn her.

“My widget has a stake too.”

I laugh and try to find a comfy spot on one of Kelly’s throw pillows.

“Don’t kill him,” I tell her.

“Just give him a warning poke, got it.”

The sleep tugs me down instantly.

When I wake hours later, the sun has set and Sam is no longer sitting at the other end of the sofa.

Bran Duval is.

Episode 64

Let Me Tell You A Secret, Mouse

We watch each other in the half-darkness for several long beats. There is a stillness to Bran that is unsettling and hot as fuck. I may be able to control him with just the sound of my voice, but I think his vampire speed could beat the words on my lips.

And the thought of him clamping his hand over my mouth and having his way with me has my insides churning and my thighs aching to wrap around him.

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