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“I wish everyone would stop coming here,” he says with a grunt.
I roll my eyes at the grump and glance back at Whitley when she lets out a laugh. She and Aubrey talk amongst themselves about gods know what. I’m glad my mate seems to be enjoying herself.
The past couple of days have been a blur, and I want her to relax as much as possible. She’s been through enough the last few weeks.
“What are you girls on about?” I ask over the sounds of the movie.
“We are planning a girls’ night,” Aubrey says.
Aubrey beams at Whitley before shoving some popcorn into her mouth, and I don’t miss the worried look Vlad gives her. The women turn back to the movie and Vlad sits unmoving, staring at Aubrey like he wishes to devour her—and not in the pleasant way.
“You look constipated, stop it,” I tell him, swirling my glass of scotch against the arm of my chair.
Vlad’s brows pull low, worry lining his face as he stares at the back of her head. “I have no idea how long until she starts her immortality, and for the first time in my long life, Doyle, I find myself obsessed with time.”
“She’ll be fine. It’s only been a couple of months, and besides, now that you’re back, you can help with the next ball.” I nudgehim and bounce my brows suggestively, knowing talk of it will distract him.
“I would rather be castrated via paper cuts,” he snaps, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“A ball? Yessss! We should do costumes.” Aubrey’s face is bright with excitement as she peers over the armrest of the couch at us.
Eureka.
A sly grin stretches across my lips as I lean toward him to whisper, “When are you going to tell her that you know a mummy?”
“Mummies are real?” Aubrey gasps, and her eyes are like an owl’s as she turns them to us.
Red suffuses Vlad’s face and flashes in his irises. “Fuck me. It’s like you don’t know when to keep your trap shut,” Vlad grumbles under his breath.
“Wow, I think her hearing is coming in, don’t you?” I say, enjoying how his nostrils flare.
He growls sharply, his eyes practically glowing as he swipes up his own scotch from the small table between us and takes a swig from the crystal glass.
“I have really missed you,” I tell him honestly, just before he erupts.
Epilogue
WHITLEY WHITT
Howl you doin?
Me:
Meet me in the kitchen
I tapsendand nibble at my cupcake, waiting on Connor to join me.
Ever since the last of the guests made their departures, Vlad and Aubrey have begun some sort of weird mating ritual, and with super hearing, it’s hard to block out the noise.
I can sometimes even hear her shouted moans all the way in the kitchen, she’s that loud.
The bigger issue is that it’s been making me horny all day. I don’t know if Connor has some special way to tune it all out that I don’t know about, but we’re heading to the lake if I have anything to say about it.
Stat.
If this vagina could speak, it would be humming the JG Wentworth jingle, except “I need the dick, and I need it right now.”
I lick the icing from my lips. The moment the sugar hits my bloodstream, my pulse races and my nipples harden. I wish Connor would hurry up now that the sugar-charged energy has my skin tingling, and I toss my phone to the counter when I hear his footsteps tumbling down the stairs of the servants’ entrance to the kitchen. A little thrill goes up my spine in anticipation.
