Page 80 of Your Coffin or Mine
I sigh, remembering I come from an era where murder was considered normal.
Her flushed face lights up again, and she giggles. I will watch a thousand movies if it means I get to see her like this.
“Do you even realize how beautiful you are?” I ask her.
She stops and settles back into the couch. “You’re probably more beautiful than I am, you know. You have that whole European thing going for you.” She leans over and touches my face. “I mean, just look at your cheekbones. I may have a hard time keeping the ladies off you tomorrow night.”
I dip my head forward. Wanting to get away from the conversation of my face before my own cheeks flush, and I lose some of the precious blood I sucked down earlier, I ask, “Did you find any costumes you like?”
She takes a sip of wine and shakes her head. “None for me, no. I will probably just wear one of the dresses you bought.”
A smirk curves my lips, knowing she will be wearing a dress I ordered the same day as the ones in her closet. It should arrive tomorrow.
Pulling her across the cushion to me, I enjoy the way she melts into my side as I breathe the scent of her hair into my empty lungs. Her gaze flicks around the room, landing on the large table that was full of food, which now looks like a village attacked it. I’m quite proud of ourselves.
“This was the best day,” she sighs out, her cheeks rosy and her blood an inviting hum in her veins, rushed by the small bit of alcohol in her system. She glances out the window, her expression content as she watches the falling snow.
“It was, wasn’t it?” I agree, leaning back into the couch with my arm over her shoulder. She gets to her feet. “Where are you going?”
She arches a brow at me. In one swift move, her bare breasts bounce into view, her shirt thrown to the floor.
Fuck. I’m shocked into silence by the prettiest breasts in creation and one thought becomes a mantra in my skull.I wantto pound my cock so hard into her pussy that it knows my name.
My cock jerks, and with one unthinking wish the next moment, I lunge. The button flies from her pants, pinging loudly against the wall as I mentally remove it by accident.
She gasps, staring down at her pants in horror. “What the hell?”
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut. Do I admit I didn’t intentionally attempt to remove her clothing with force?
Before I can decide how to explain away her wardrobe malfunction, a crash sounds downstairs. I tense, holding back the urge to shift at the suddenness. The last thing she needs to see right now are my claws and fangs.What the fuck is he doing?
She jumps and looks toward the door. “What was that?”
“I will be right back,” I tell her with my hand up.
I have neither the time nor the patience to deal with this. From the sounds of the shouting below, Doyle is arguing with the chef, and now Aubrey is looking down at herself as if she’s grown two sizes larger in the span of minutes. They’re being so loud I bet the village can hear them.
I growl in annoyance. She should be staring at my cock while it drives into her sweet cunt right about now.
“I’m going to fucking kill him.”
“Kill who?” Aubrey asks, staring up at me, a look of confusion on her face.
“What?” How the hell did she hear my thoughts? Or did I say that aloud?
Her brows furrow as if I’ve lost my marbles, but I already lost them centuries ago. “You said, ‘I’m going to fucking kill him.’”
“Doyle. I’m going to kill him for interrupting us.” I shove to my feet. “Go to my room, shower, and get comfortable. I’ll return.”
“But I?—”
I break her protests off with a kiss. “I’ll go deal with them. You relax. I’ll bring back some wine, shall I?”
“Yeah, okay,” she says, smiling.
I rush toward the exit, pretending I didn’t just hear her ask if there is a scale in the castle.I will murder him.
Then again, perhaps it was the best timing. One simple thought of removing her clothing and a button flies off? This will need to be addressed soon.
