Page 11 of Your Coffin or Mine
What the hell is Etsy?
Her eyes go wide, and she nods as if she’s impressed by this. “Wow. I had no idea they made mirrors like that. What do you need the props for?”
“It’s nothing, just an idea for an opening day sort of thing for the castle,” Doyle says, smiling at her, and I get the sudden urge to wipe it from his face with my fist. “I wanted to come ask if you’d like a tour of the castle today. The Wi-Fi should be up and running today as well, but the technician did warn that due to the castle’s remote location, we may see outages.”
A smile spreads across her full lips and she claps her hands excitedly, then moves to hug him.
My jaw tightens and my teeth lengthen further as I become mesmerized by the breasts in my line of sight. I inhale, and the scent of wildflowers floods my nostrils.
“I will show her the castle,” I say, before I can second-guess myself.
Alarm spreads across her features. “Oh, don’t worry about it,” she says with a wave of her hand.
“Nonsense. Doyle is busy, and I will show you the castle,” I insist, my gaze never leaving her heaving bosoms. I could stare at them for hours. Days.
She points to her face with her gaze dull. “My eyes are up here, you know.”
“I’m well aware of where they are.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, breaking whatever magical spell she has over me, and I glance up at her face, instantly intrigued by the fire in her eyes.
Her skin flushes an enticing pink, full of rage and spite. “I think I’ll eat in my room. Let me know when the Wi-Fi is up, Doyle.”
“Stay out of the east wing,” I warn.I don’t need her or her magnificent breasts poking around in places they shouldn’t.
I arch a brow when she rolls her eyes at me, then grabs her plate and saunters away, her nose tipped up in the air. My eyes settle on the globe of her ass, barely contained by little, frilly white shorts, and I groan.
“Why is she dressed like that?” I snarl under my breath.
Doyle shakes his head. “You cannot go around telling women to put their tits away, and she did say she lost her luggage.”
“Right, humans lost it. Find her some clothing then.”
“Are you sure?” He wags his brows at me. “I was enjoying the view.”
Irrational jealousy flares in my chest and the mask I show the world drops away. “You will not touch her.” I bite the words out, wondering why I am reacting this way.
Doyle tips his chin and arches a brow this time. “You were supposed to stick to the plan. Now you’re offering to play tour guide after cooking for her?”
“Plans change. I can’t stay cooped up in the east wing forever.”She’s intriguing. From her wide blue eyes to herbunny-slippered feet, she is fascinating. She said “my eyes are up here” like a furious goddess.
“Vlad Dracula, the Impaler, brought low by the first pair of tits he’s seen in ages. If only I had known all it would take was a set of breasts to get you up and walking,” he snarks.
I back away and grin. “They really are an exceptional pair of tits, and you are now done looking at them forever.”
“Like I have time for females, anyway, butnobiting guests.”
I smile, thinking about how quickly she had covered herself, how that alluring scent rose off her skin when she was flustered. It makes me wonder what she will smell like when she becomes aroused.
“No promises.”
A strange emotion flits through my chest that I am almost positive is excitement. Because of her? I push away the thought. She’s most likely this interesting because she is the first human I have encountered.
“Frank is going to lose his shit,” Doyle mutters.
“Frankenstein should mind his own business and stay out of my affairs.” I lean my hip against the dining table and fold my arms, brooding to myself.
“He worries is all, the poor prick. We all understand that no one can find out what we are, Vlad, but if you can acclimate, it should be fine. With your control, I can’t see why it would be an issue.”
