Page 34 of Snowed in with the Vampire Prince

We were here, together.

I couldn’t help but fear the worst, he added, speaking the words into my mind. I’ve been steeling myself for your rejection.

“Silly vampire,” I whispered aloud. A sudden lump formed in my throat as my relief gave way to an abrupt array of white-hot emotions that I couldn’t even put a name to. It would take a long time probably, but I was going to show Pierce that he was worth being chosen, that nothing was wrong with him. I was going to prove to him that he didn’t deserve rejection.

However, according to what Pierce had told me about humans who drank vampire blood, I had a very, very long time for all of that. For right now, all I knew was that I wanted him in my bed, immediately.

“Yes, please,” Pierce said, grinning at me, the tension between us snapping. His fangs were abruptly visible, but I almost didn’t even notice. They were just a part of him, after all.

With my heart pounding, I led the way to the front door and realized that Pierce still had my keys. I stepped back and allowed him to unlock the door.

After he’d done so, I turned the knob, pushed the door open, and stepped inside. The house didn’t feel right anymore, like it was even less mine than it had been before I’d left. But that wasn’t important right now. What was important was Pierce.

Then I turned around, my eyebrows raised in question as a sudden thought occurred to me.

Wait, do you need to be invited in?

“It’s polite, but unnecessary,” Pierce informed me aloud, seeming amused by my question. He demonstrated this fact by stepping over the threshold.

The door shut behind us with a soft click.

“This is where you grew up,” Pierce whispered, and I could feel his…reverence…for the space. It was a very strange reaction for him to have, given that the living room was so horribly mundane. There was a worn-thin couch my father had loved, a too-large flat screen television set mounted to the wall, a couple of lamps, a bookcase, and a coffee table that still had a half-finished bottle of beer resting on it. There was a woven cream-colored rug, slightly rumpled, on the scuffed-up hardwood floor.

I gave a shrug—both physical and mental.

Perhaps it was silly, but I felt abruptly shy. Somehow, Pierce being here, standing in my home, so very present in my world, made everything that had happened between us seem more real and true.

“It is real,” Pierce agreed, reading my mind again.

I smiled, finding to my own surprise how much I was enjoying our shared mental space. It should have been deeply strange. And perhaps it was. But it was also… nice.

Pierce returned my smile, but the wicked gleam in his eyes—and the sudden hot edge to his thoughts—told me he was eager to get us to the bed. Or the floor. Or the kitchen counter. Or all of the above.

Grinning like a fool, I led him by the hand to my bedroom.

Pierce pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. His lips parted and his eyes darkened with desire as his gaze raked over my torso.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

No one has ever told me I’m beautiful before, I informed him honestly. I’d been called cute before, and some guys had even told me I was hot on occasion. But no one had ever looked at me with a straight face and called me beautiful. If they had, I wouldn’t have believed them. But I believed Pierce. I added, I think I like it.

I began to undo the buttons on his shirt, smirking at the fact that the deliberately slow pace I’d set for the task was driving my vampire more than a little crazy. I could already see that the telepathic bond between us was going to have plenty of very, very interesting uses.

But I took pity on him and undid his pants much more quickly. Or perhaps I was just as eager as him.

Pierce pulled me into a kiss that was warm and wet and sweet, his tongue entering my mouth and turning it deliciously dirty and demanding. My cock jerked to attention and every nerve ending was abruptly aware of his nearness.

I wanted him inside of me again.

When he pulled back, my pants dropped down around my ankles. Pierce had one-handedly undone my pants while kissing me. I had been so caught up in the kiss, in him, that I hadn’t even noticed it.

He gave me a smug smile, catching my flash of surprise. Then he gave me a gentle push down onto the bed. He pulled my pants all the way off of me. Then he kicked his own pants the rest of the way off.

My room wasn’t all the way dark. The moonlight was filtering in through the blinds, illuminating his silhouette in silver-white, dancing off the muscles in his arms and chest. His face was turned away from the light and his eyes gleamed at me in the half-darkness in a way that no human pair of eyes could have, but it didn’t frighten me in the least.

I pulled him down on top of me, marveling at the delicious weight of him pinning me to the mattress, crushing me against him. His cock was hard and pressed against my thigh.

I threw a memory at him of where I kept my lubricant and he pulled back, grinning down at me like a fool. “You’re so good at that,” he told me, punctuating the statement with a kiss.

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