Page 52 of Prince with a Chance of Darkness

I laughed.

He grinned more. “My little light.”

My cheeks heated, and I realized I was blushing. What was with this guy? Was one of his vampire superpowers turning women who were tough as nails into mindless sheep? If so, he needed to hurry it up. He was taking too long to get to the good stuff.

“I have no other name to call you by,” he confessed, touching my cheek again. “Tooth Fairy does not roll off the tongue. Speaking of teeth, you should know, your fangs are adorable.”

My laughter bubbled up and out of me as I put my nose to his, enjoying this moment far more than I should. It felt like Iwas lying on a man I’d been close to for years. That he wasn’t a stranger or a vampire who I should be more worried about slaying than laying. “I don’t know. It has a certain ring to it.”

“You are trouble” he said with a wink.

“Takes trouble to know trouble,” I shot back.

He licked his lips. “Give me your name.”

“Mina,” I blurted. “My name is Mina. Mina Murray.”

Surprise flashed in his eyes, and I stiffened on him, wondering if he’d heard of my line of slayers. If so, was he going to freak out? If he did, I hoped he’d wait until after our clothes were off and the deed was done. “Are you all right?”

Something close to wonder slid over his handsome face. “I am sorry. I was just in awe of fate and how it can work in the most mysterious of ways.”

“Do any of those ways involve us getting naked anytime soon?” I asked.

He flashed another disarming smile. “All of them do.”

“Goodie!”

He chuckled and pushed my hair back from my face. “You should be aware I was well-acquainted with Wilhelmina Murray.”

I nearly groaned. “Listen, you’re super friggin’ hot, but if you want laid, you’re going to want to tone down the whole Dracula role-playing gig you’ve got going. I absolutely hate everything to do with the novel with a white-hot passion.”

His eyes crinkled with mirth. “Everything?”

“Oh, yeah, everything,” I said, nipping at his lips.

He caught my lips between his teeth with a speed that shocked me. He didn’t break the skin but he did hold it there momentarily, his gaze fanning the flames of my bloodlust. He released my lip and chuckled darkly. “Perhaps, I can change your view on the book.”

I snorted. “Doubt it. I have spent my entire life having people make fun of me for my name, asking me where my Prince of Darkness was and why I’d ever pick Jonathan Harker over him. And don’t get me started on the movie that had Dracula and Mina getting married and her being his reincarnated wife.”

“You are nothing like his wives,” he said evenly.

“Oh, gag, are you talking about those brides of Dracula chicks? What is it my sister called them?” I thought about all of Willa’s babbling about the novel but the hard press of Hot Guy’s erection against my groin was making me kind of stupid.

“The Weird Sisters,” he said.

I was impressed. He was a total Dracula nerd. Willa would love getting to talk to him. Though, she’d talk his ear off about the Harker character. Talk about a snoozefest of a dude. I’d never admit it to anyone but I’d take the Prince of Darkness over a letter writing lawyer any day of the week. “Yes. The Weird Sisters.”

He cupped my face. “Lumini?a mea, they are not, nor have they ever been in my bed or I theirs. And they are not my wives. I am their… How do I say this without it sounding wrong to a modern woman? They are not ones that can be left to roam about freely—without supervision.”

I tried not to laugh. The guy was seriously into this role playing. Maybe he was a method actor or something. “Are you saying you’re their babysitter?”

He thought about it a moment and nodded. “Yes. I suppose that is what I am to them.”

I licked my lips. “Uh-huh, so tell me about them.”

“Now?” he asked, thrusting his hips up some, simulating sex.

“After,” I said, going for his lips again.

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