Page 51 of Thicker than Blood

“There really shouldn’t be a next time.”

“But there will be.” He nibbles my earlobe. “You know it as well as I do. We’ve opened the box, sweet, curious Geordi, and it won’t be easy to put the lid back on. I warned you.”

I pull my head back enough to meet his gaze. He looks so normal right now. The fangs are gone and his eyes aren’t glowing.

“Don’t worry,” he says. “I’m not offended. I know you enjoyed our interlude. You cannot hide your feelings from me, but I’ll be patient and await your return to my embrace.”

I open my mouth to say something, then shut it again. How do I defend against the truth?

His eyelids flutter and his knot noticeably subsides. I scrunch my nose, unhappy with the sudden lack of fullness. I rub on him, trying to get it to do something again.

“It’ll be about an hour before I can perform again. The knot takes it out of me.”

I huff in frustration. That was hands down the best fuck I’ve ever had. Too bad it’s from the worst possible man. Being? Ugh.

“I should see what Enyo’s doing anyway.”

“Lovely idea.”

He pulls out of me and the loss makes me moan. His cum drips from my hole and down my legs. Elias takes his dress shirt and uses it to wipe me clean.

“A souvenir for me,” he says with a smirk.

I shake my head in response. “Maybe you’re the weird one.”

“No doubt. Would you like me to redress you?”

“I got it, Daddy.”

He arches an eyebrow. “Daddy?”

I snort. “You’ve never heard of daddy kink?”

“I’ve heard of nearly everything, yes, but I’ve never been confused with being a Daddy.”

I shrug, grabbing my shirt from the floor. “I dated a guy once that really wanted to be a Daddy. I was into the doting and stuff, but I couldn’t get myself to call him that and still feel turned on.”

Elias has a strange expression on his face that I can’t really read. “Did you love him?”

Scoffing, I shake my head. “Not at all.”

“Has anyone ever broken your heart?”

I nod, biting my lip as I search for my pants. “Once. A long time ago.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did he break your heart?”

I shrug, focusing on not toppling over while I get my jeans on. “He said there was no spark. He thought I was weird too. Awkward.” I look up to find Elias practically seething. “But he kept me on standby, always coming back after he said he was done and stringing me along. He finally dumped me for good when he met a guy at a video game conference. I gave him three years.”

“What is his name?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Geordi. Tell me his name.”

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