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My body hovered on that edge, release so close that my cunt twitched in warning, squeezing around him erratically. I tilted back, trusting him to keep me from falling, so his cock stroked against the front wall of my cunt.

It caused sparks of pleasure to race through me, all my focus on that one spot deep inside me. Usually I was overwhelmed by men doing too much, my attention split between so many different places where we touched. This time, however, my world shrank down to where our bodies connected, to the feeling of his thick cock stroking against my G-spot.

I dug my nails into his shoulders, holding tight, my body thrown into chaos as I came. The ecstasy hit me hard, overwhelming me, so powerful I nearly missed the tightening of Kelvin’s hands or the groan from his lips as he came as well.

The orgasm went on so long, dragged out by the tiny movements of his cock inside me as he released. When it finally ended, when I let out a gasping cry, I fell forward against Kelvin.

Sweat covered me, my thighs burned from the exertion and Kelvin’s sweet scent clouded my head. I set my hands on his chest to push myself upright, but my body refused to cooperate, all but useless.

It took another two attempts for me to get my unruly body to work, for me to sit up. The action caused Kelvin’s softening cock to slide out of me, the feeling enough to make me whimper.

And just like that, the sight of Kelvin there, his expression, it shook loose that lovely hazy feeling that passion and orgasm could bring.

Instead, I recognized that I had a dangerous, unreliable vampire beneath me, and I’d just stupidly had sex with him. I’d told myself not to get any closer to Kelvin, to not put myself at stupid risk like that, yet here I was, doing the dumbest thing I could.

Post-nut clarity really fucking sucks.

Chapter Seventeen

Sex isn’t worth it.

The thought hit me for what had to be the hundredth time today. It had started when I’d scrambled off Kelvin after having sex and rushed to his bathroom. I’d wiped off quickly and dressed myself in one of those ugly black dresses that I had to wear, one he’d had in his bathroom as though he’d just been waiting for me to show up again.

He’d still been sitting there, in the bed, looking as tempting as he had before. He hadn’t made a single attempt to cover up while I’d dressed in a frantic rush.

I wasn’t even sure what I’d said at that point, the words a rambled, confused mess. The only thing that had slowed me down was the sight of his cock, hard once again, as if offering up a second round.

Sorry, little guy, but not today.

Eventually, I’d gotten to my own little room—all the while wondering if every person I passed by could somehow tell I’d just been with a vampire. Of course, given where I was and my place as a thrall, it wasn’t like anyone would think twice about such a thing.

By the time I’d reached there, however, I’d had to clean myself up once again. It reminded me that we hadn’t used a condom.

Not that it was a huge deal. STIs weren’t a thing for Spirits, so they couldn’t pass any nasty little bugs to humans or the other way around. Pregnancy could occur, but was exceedingly rare and typically only occurred between those of the same clan.

So rather than that, the lack of a condom had been foolish more because of the annoying clean up afterward. It felt like such a fitting part of life that men got to just make a mess and walk off, leaving the woman to deal with the aftermath.

After a shower to wipe away both the mess and the sweat, I sat on my bed, unsure what to do.

Sex with Kelvin had distracted me for a short while, but that didn’t actually fix anything. I was no closer to an answer or path than I had been before.

Six-nine-six echoed around in my head, a reminder of my only true lead. Whoever that number indicated was at least involved in William’s murder and in framing me.

I sighed and opened my personal bay, pulling my phone from it. A glance at the screen showed more calls from Galen.

Guess I better deal with that.

I hit the button to call back, then settled in to wait.

Except, he answered so fast I wondered how it could have even rung on the other side. “Where the hell have you been?”

I smiled at the anger in his voice, amazed by how much I appreciated hearing it. Somehow it made me feel as if all the recent bullshit in my life had never happened.

“You should talk nicer to me if you want me to call more.”

“You should act right if you want me to speak nicely to you.” Even as he said that, however, his tone softened as though he managed to grapple his temper back under control. A long rush of air suggested he’d sighed. “I have been worried sick.”

“Sorry.”

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