Page 12 of Fang Girl

That was all I needed to hear. I just couldn’t say no to this woman.

I kissed her and our bodies molded together. Reaching between us, I found her words true. She was wet and ready for me, and it was enough to send passion roaring through me again.

“Are you sure?” I asked, stroking her hair back from her face.

“Yes,” she said.

Then I pushed up on one arm and slid into her, enjoying the feel of her warmth wrapped around me. The intimacy that followed felt deeper, charged with new understanding. Our bodies moved together in ancient rhythm, and I watched wonderand desire play across her face. This wasn't just sex anymore—it was acceptance, trust, the first taste of something eternal.

“Harder, faster,” she pleaded.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. We met and parted over and over again, until the ecstasy of orgasm rolled over us. She came under me, and the feel of her squeezing me, pushed me over the edge and I came with her.

Afterwards, she laid in my arms and I just gazed at her in wonder.

“We didn’t use a condom,” she said softly. “Does it matter?”

“I’m clean,” I assured her. “Our manager insists on regular testing.”

“I’m not on birth control,” she said, her cheeks flushing and a question in her eyes.

“Not possible for my kind,” I said, suddenly feeling my heart sink. “Is that a problem?”

She smiled. “One date and you’re already thinking long term?”

“I care about you, Ari,” I said. “If you can accept…” I gestured to my fangs. “Then I want you for as long as you’ll have me.”

“I grew up in foster care,” she said. “If babies are in our future, there are plenty who need a loving home.”

“Does that mean you care about me too?” I asked. My emotions were super heightened as Basil said they would be, and I didn’t want to scare her by bringing up the L word too early.

She grinned. “Yes, Victor, I do.”

We made love twice more before the sun was due to rise. Then I had one of my guys drive her home, and I retreated to my hotel room. Even if she knew what I was, I wasn’t sure she was ready to see me die for the day.

***

The next night, I invited her to the band’s Halloween party and told her she could bring a friend.

I waited in the hotel lobby, adjusting my cravat for the tenth time. The Halloween party's bass thrummed through the ornate ceiling of the Century Hotel. Basil's warning echoed in my mind: "A human girlfriend knowing about you is one thing. Exposing her to everything at once is another."

When Ari walked through the revolving door, my breath caught. She wore a flowing white dress with gossamer wings—an angel stepping into a den of vampires. The irony wasn't lost on me, but something about it felt right. Light and dark, death and life, meeting in the middle.

"Hey," she said softly, pressing a kiss to my cheek. Her eyes sparkled with secret knowledge.

"You look incredible," I said, taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

"Thanks. You look very... authentic," she teased, taking in my Victorian-style suit.

"Oh my god, the costume is perfect!" her friend gushed. "Very old-school vampire."

Ari and I exchanged a glance, suppressing our smiles.

“You remember Kylie,” Ari said, gesturing to her friend.

“Nice to see you again,” I said.

"The party's upstairs," I said, leading them toward the elevator. Kylie bounced along beside us, chattering about the decorations in the lobby. The hotel had gone all out in the Halloween theme.

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