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“Hopefully our nightly plans for the foreseeable future?” I tease, despite my reservations. Even now, I want to lean forward and suck on the marks or lick them as I softly pump into her sweet pussy. The idea of doing this every night fills me with elation.
She looks down at me, her eyes warm and shining with happiness, her body shaking from the aftermath. “I think I can handle that.”
I look up at her with all the complete and utter adoration I possess, refusing to settle her feet back to the ground for a little while longer. Everything I am is hers, and will be for the rest of my days.My mate.
Chapter 27
AUBREY
“No freaking way.”All the sweet thoughts I was having a few minutes ago are gone and have left the building.
I stare in the bathroom mirror, blinking, unwilling to believe what my eyes are seeing. Is that... is thatblood?
I start to collapse, but catch myself against the bathroom sink.What the hell?I try to say, but it comes out as a weird whimper.
My mouth opens to tell him exactly what I think about him keeping his teeth off me.
This is going to be terrible, and photos— Wait. Those... are those puncture wounds? I gather my wet mop of blonde hair out of the way and push myself up as close as I can to the mirror. “Oh my god,” I whisper.
Those are totally puncture wounds on my neck.
If I bite you, my love, I won’t be able to stop.
The room is spinning and there’s a slight buzzing in my ears.He bit me! Vlad bit me like a freaking vampire!
My heart and stomach drop.
I hear the closet door of his bedroom close and blow out a breath, slumping against the counter as I do.Oh, I want to vomit.This is just a dream.
I squeeze my eyes closed, then open them wide and groan.What the hell, dude?I’ve never even had a hickey and here I am with freaking bite marks.
Slamming my eyes shut again, I rub them in confusion, andwhen I finally open them ... the wounds are... fading?
I blink and stare in the mirror.They’re gone?The marks were just there. How are they gone?
My tummy flips and somersaults like crazy.I know what I saw.Turning around when I hear movement behind me, my heart seizes in my chest with him entering the bathroom.Fuck. I take a peek at the floor to see his bare feet stopped just inside the bathroom doorway. Neither one of us says a word, and it’s like one of those weird movie moments, as if I could hear a literal pin drop in the room. I lift my gaze, my eyes trailing up his blue jeans and catching on the top button that sits undone, then passing over his beautiful chest I have trailed my fingers over countless times in the past week.
When my gaze finally lands on the stony brown of his eyes, he folds his arms across his chest and leans back against the door frame. I can’t get away with him there, and he silently watches me.
His expression is hard, unyielding. A look of desperation passes over his features when I don’t move or say anything. It’s like he’s waiting for me to gain the courage to speak.And we are panicking.
Faster than I can blink, he is in front of me, his hands coming up to cup my cheeks. My heartbeat thuds with alarm even as my brain is going haywire. Suddenly my thoughts snag onto one simple truth. He is so sweet. How is he this sweet? He’s avampire.
His eyes search my face like it has all the answers, and my lip quivers.
“Your heart is racing,” he finally says, which points out that he canhearit.
“I, umm...” My brain fights to come to terms with the fact that the man I have been falling for is somehow a freaking vampire.
My brain trips, short-circuiting on how gentle he has been with me. Not once has Chad ever been worried about how I’m feeling, even after fights, and here I am, staring up into Vlad’s coffee-colored eyes that are full of worry forme.Just clear and genuine concern that makes me wish I were a little braver.
It’s been an entire week with the guy, and he only just bit me now?
His jaw ticks, the movement completely at odds with the hint of vulnerability in his gaze. Is he nervous about me finding out?
I rub the now-healed spot on my neck, and the impatient grumpy pants lowers his brows and looks at me with determination in his eyes. “Aubrey, just fucking ask. I am waiting on you toask.”
My eyes land on the bathroom sink, on the same ornate faucet that matches the tub, a lion’s maw open wide. It seems so long ago since I admired it, and yet that was just days ago. I stare unmoving, unsure of what to say—or to think. He finally comes closer and grazes my cheek like I’m something precious.
