Page 59 of Sunshine and the Vamp

Holy fuck!

A couple of seconds later he reappeared just as silently, a buttercream covered cupcake in his hand. He handed it to me. “Here you go, doll. Freshly made from the kitchen.”

Ooh, cake. I loved cake. I swiped my finger through the chocolate frosting and was just about to pop my finger in my mouth when Damyr captured my wrist and licked the frosting clean off.

“Hey!”

He smiled wolfishly at me and my insides turned to goo. “Doesn’t taste as good as you.”

“Urgh, you guys are too cute,” Acheron grumbled as he folded his arms across his lean chest.

“What else can you do?” I asked with a mouth full of cake – which was delicious by the way – and waited for Acheron’s answer with boyish wonder.

“Sorry, Benji, but we don’t have time for that.” His expression turned serious. “You’ve had another delivery.”

My stomach dropped and with it, my appetite. I put the cake down and turned to Damyr. His lip twitched in agitation, and he got quickly to his feet, all traces of softness disappearing until the harsh edges of the Mob Boss remained.

“Might want to shower first, boss,” Acheron said as Damyr made to leave the room. “It’s just a small box so I doubt it’s a dead body this time. It can wait.”

I chuckled. Damyr definitely looked dishevelled. He threw a scowl at me like it was my fault he forgot that he was still covered in blood and cum. I mean it was, but I liked it. Put together Damyr was hot. Dishevelled and post-orgasm Damyr was sex on fucking legs. “Maybe you should take that shower.”

He quirked an eyebrow, calling me out. I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant, but the thought of anyone else seeing Damyr like that turned my insides green with envy.

“I’ll shower,” he finally said, and I breathed a sigh of relief. “Benjamin. Do the same.”

Guess the feeling was mutual.

***

I met the others in Damyr’s study about thirty minutes later. Byron and Aleksey were exchanging knowing looks, and I was going to ignore them. The unknown face staring at Byron from across the other side of the room though, he caught my attention. He was eye catching in a rugged sort of way. Broad shouldered, but lean, like a swimmer. He was in a band tee and loose fitting jeans that hung low on his hips. Soft brown waves were tucked behind his ears and there was an innocent look to his smile. But his eyes… those violet orbs screamed 100% mischief. Like he knew he could commit murder and get away with it.

Vlad came to stand beside me. I was learning that he was the sort of guy that was entirely capable of breaking a man in two with his bare hands, but he was also a giant teddy bear at heart. “Are you alright?”

“Yes. I think so.” And I was. There was no doubt I still had a lot to learn and figure out, but I felt more like myself now, than I had in a long time. “Who’s the guy in the corner?”

Vlad sighed heavily. “Wilder Rowan. One of the witch clan and part of the Three Families. Very powerful and very temperamental.”

Noted. Leave the mischievous looking witch alone. “Thank you, by the way.”

“For what?” he asked, his head cocked slightly to one side.

“For staying with me. You know. With Damyr.”

His face softened and a small smile let up his face. “Benji, what you two have isn’t just special, it’srare.”

“What do you mean?”

Vlad pulled me deeper into the corner of the room, away from listening ears. “Vampire mates are the rarest in supernatural breeds. We usually form alliances or mutual connections that will benefit us in power or money, preferably both.”

“Sounds archaic.”

He snorted. “And then some, but we’ve evolved believing that kind of marriage or partnership is normal. Vampires like power and money, why wouldn’t we marry someone with those?”

“Is that why Damyr married Lucia?”

“No,” he hissed. “That woman was manipulative and wanted to climb to social ladder. When she had approached Damyr, he was lost. Heartbroken. She sunk her claws into him and made him think he loved her. I’d kill that bitch if I could.”

Wow. There was some serious vehemence in those words. “Why do you say Damyr was heartbroken?”

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