Page 11 of Sleeping With the Vampire

“Or something?” I laughed. “No, it doesn’t work like that. I didn’t taste that much of your blood, it was only a drop at the most. It connects us, if anything, but I think the connection was already there.”

She turned to look at me, an intense stare.

“You knew I was going to be there, you were waiting for me at the club,” she challenged me.

“I did,” I admitted.

“You put me in harm’s way! I could have died!”

“I was there to ensure that didn’t happen! I was worried about you, I didn’t want you to get hurt. But I knew your first priority would be to find out who had killed your father.”

She sat down heavily on the bed, gave a deep sigh.

“I can’t believe my first time was with a vampire.”

She sounded so desolate.

“It was rather good, wasn’t it?” I was trying to make light of the situation. “Well, it was for me.”

“I have to go,” she suddenly said, grabbing her clothes and putting everything on hastily. “I have things to do,” she gave me a murderous look that was utterly adorable.

“This didn’t happen and it doesn’t mean anything!” she snapped at me again before storming out of the hotel room and slamming the door behind her.

Her scent filled the air and I breathed it in. On the bedsheets were a few drops of blood, proof of her ruined virginity. I understood her anger at the loss of self-control and the way her body had responded to me. But I was the stronger of the two of us, there really was no way she could have resisted me, even if she was able to resist vampires. I was surprised though that she was so strong in her resistance of me this morning. I had thought she would be more emotional and fragile, this had been my experience with other women and especially virgins.

But not Izzy.

Even the bit of blood she had shed, had not affected her.

Her blood was tough, it had elements of steel in it, rock and iron. She might have been human but the genetic inheritance from her parents had molded her into something quite formidable.

Izzy would never be any man’s shadow, she would not be meek and mild. She was a fighter and she would resist me at every turn. An unpleasant thought occurred to me, that she might fight me even more now that we had been together. I thought of the taste of her, the sweetness of her pussy as I pushed my tongue inside of her, the delight when she’d moaned and begged me for more.

Had she already forgotten that?

It piqued me, I must admit.

I could not imagine that she would be able to push me out of her mind so quickly. Yet, she seemed determined to do that.

I closed the windows and pulled the drapes.

I could feel the sun coming up and summoned up my last energy to melt into the quickening air to hasten my way home. I would give Izzy some space and time to process what hadhappened between us, and then I would make her see that she was mine and that we belonged together.

It was clear to me that she was meant for me. Even if this was not exactly clear to her, yet.

The castle was deserted when I arrived back home. My sons and their underlings had withdrawn from the light and the stone staircases and halls were dark and silent. The servants had shuttered the doors and windows.

I had a few more minutes to myself and relished the quiet.

I drained a few bottles of blood and felt my spirits revive. It had been a wonderful evening and I could not remember the last time I had felt this energized, dare I say it, this alive?

There was a soft knock on the door.

The Seer shuffled in and cleared her throat.

“Your Highness?”

“Yes?”

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