Page 28 of Protecting His Vampire Mate

Tobias was pressed up close against me and I could feel the heat and hardness of him against my ass, even through the jeans I’d fallen asleep in. It caused my own cock to throb, and I belatedly realized that I was hard too.

So hard, in fact, that it ached.

Half asleep and still a little groggy, I rubbed my ass against him, biting my lip with my sudden desire. A small needy noise built up in the back of my throat, begging to be released.

If Tobias was less of a boy scout, or if I was just a little more of a monster, one of us would pull down my jeans enough so that he could ease his hot hardness deep inside me. It would feel so good to have him buried to the hilt, taking his pleasure—

“Good morning,” Tobias breathed, which was the only thing that actually stopped me from moving to yank my pants down.

That snapped me wide awake.

Holy hell.

My eyes flew open and I froze, feeling like ice water had been dumped over me.

“How long have you been awake?” I demanded, horrified.

I rolled over to face him, which wasn’t any better, because the movement pressed me right up against him. Only a few thin layers of highly tearable clothing separated us from each other. A bit of vampire strength or one well-cast spell and we could be pressing up against each other, completely naked.

“Um, hi,” Tobias grinned down at me. His eyes danced with amusement. “This is a new way to wake up. Not that I’m complaining.”

I gave him a shove—using human levels of strength only—and pushed him away. “Get off me.”

“Hey, you were the one who just jumped me, mister,” Tobias informed me, his grin never wavering. “I was over here being peaceful. And I’ve been awake for almost an hour, by the way.”

I glared at him, but I felt relieved to have something to bat at him with. “You’ve just been, what? Watching me sleep? That’s creepy.”

“You looked so calm and happy. I didn’t want to ruin it.”

“Weirdo.”

“If you say so.” He paused, a sly sort of smile darting across his lips. “Hey, just out of curiosity… did you have any more nightmares?”

From the smug way he said it, it was clear that we both knew what my answer would be.

I glared back at him, but it was extremely half-hearted. Because, for the first time since I had woken up from the compulsion, I had, in fact, slept without any disturbances at all.

“Let’s just focus on hunting ghosts,” I said sulkily, which caused his smile to widen. “After I’ve had some coffee. And a shower. Alone.”

My stomach growled and I grimaced, hoping he hadn’t heard it. I rolled out of bed and beelined to the bathroom, trying to hide my hardness as much as possible.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Tobias called after me after I had slammed the bathroom door shut between us. My vampiric hearing caught his words just fine. He added, “Say the words and I’d be more than happy to help you with that, too.”

I glowered at the shower wall, fighting the urge to go back into the motel room and make him put his mouth where his money was. Instead, I did my best to pretend I hadn’t heard him. After all, it wouldn’t do anything good to give either one of us any more bad ideas than we already had.

*

“Look, are you going to help me or not?”

“Of course I am,” Tobias replied.

It was an hour later, and we’d left the motel to go grab breakfast at the diner down the street and discuss our new arrangement. Thankfully, the weather forecast for the day was overcast skies with the chance of rain, which meant I’d actually be functional during daylight hours.

Tobias flashed me a grin that seemed suspiciously genuine. “I told you before, anything you need. Anything at all. Just say the words.” He paused long enough to waggle his eyebrows at me suggestively—it had been an awful idea to wake up together, because it seemed like both of us were, in fact, getting some impressively bad ideas—then he added, “Anyway. So, we need to figure out what type of ghost this is.”

“We can go back after breakfast. We’ll just redraw the manifesting sigils—”

“It tried to kill you.”

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