Page 7 of Only Fangs

What did Mikael want?

Collin hesitated.

Luna sat at his feet and looked at him curiously. Collin gave her a little pat. She hadn’t been her usual self all day, which worried him. She always became a little less energetic toward the end of the lunar cycle when the moon was waning in the sky, but this month she seemed to be taking it exceptionally hard.

He hoped that was the only reason.

He’d have to take Luna to the vet soon if her condition didn’t improve.

His phone buzzed again, the screen lighting up with another alert from Mikael.

He sighed. He did not have time for the vampire’s pestering right now. Wasn’t he supposed to be asleep at this time of day?

Collin grabbed his phone and opened the messages.

Mikael: Hello, handsome. Are you awake yet?

Then, two minutes later: “Please text me when you’re up.”

Collin looked at the clock. It was past 10 am. How long did the vampire think Collin would sleep? He wrote back.

Collin: The surprising part isn’t that I’m awake. It’s that you are.

Mikael: Can’t sleep.

Collin frowned at the message. He’d never thought about vampires catching insomnia.

Collin: Something keeping you up?

He watched the typing bubbles appear and then vanish several times as Mikael typed out his reply, then apparently deleted it. Finally, his message appeared.

Mikael: Thoughts of you. ;)

Heat rushed through Collin’s body, but he didn’t believe Mikael’s flirting for a second.

Collin: Stop screwing with me.

Mikael: I wish I were screwing you. I’d screw you so hard you’d forget your own name, so hard MY name was the only thought in your head.

Collin swallowed and shifted his weight in his chair, adjusting his position so his hardening dick wasn’t trapped between the chair and his body. Fucking hell. Mikael and he joked around with each other sometimes, but the vampire had never gonethatfar.

Was this still a joke?

Collin stared at the message.

What was he supposed to say to that?

Collin’s phone vibrated again, and another message appeared.

Mikael: Sorry if I crossed a line here.

Collin bit his lower lip and typed. He wasn’t going to admit to Mikael that he’d rattled him.

Collin: You didn’t cross a line. I was speechless because you give yourself way too much credit.

Mikael’s response came quickly. “You don’t think I could make you forget your own name?”

Collin’s dick throbbed in his pants. “I don’t think you could make me do anything,” he replied.

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