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  I reached for him again to lock my lips with his, but after a few seconds he pulled back and said, “Look at me.”

  My gaze lifted to his. “If you don’t want—”

  “I do,” he assured me. “You have no idea how fucking much, but …”

  “What is it?”

  “I need a minute. I’m sorry, but the long flight—”

  “Oh!” I said, realizing that he had to use the bathroom. “First door on your left.”

  He kissed me again. “Be naked when I get out.”

  I smiled and then he turned to head to the bathroom. Taking the lull, I went to my bedroom and lit a vanilla candle before stripping myself of my clothes. I should have known that wall sex only happened in romance novels, and the fantasy that I had about Draven coming to visit me and us stripping all of our clothes off as soon as we walked in my door, was just that—a fantasy.

  A few minutes later, Draven came out of the bathroom, and I expected him to come straight to my room that was the only open door, but instead, I heard him go to the kitchen. Not thinking much about it, I crawled under my covers, pulled them up to cover myself and leaned against the headboard as I waited for him. Then he was in my doorway, holding a blue ice tray and wearing nothing except his boxers and a smile.

  My book boyfriend fantasy was becoming real as I ogled his rock-hard body. Really, how was this my life? I was the one jealous of Valencia always getting the hot guys, and now I had my own, standing at attention and looking at me as though he was going to devour me. Eight pack abs. The V that led to a cock that looked impressive through the outline of his boxers. And a lick of hair on this chest. My mouth watered wanting to taste him.

  All of him.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Everything with Calla was different, and I had a feeling sex with her would be too because of the way I felt about her, and the fact I couldn’t compel her to forget that I was a vampire. Normally when I was with a woman, I’d compel her to trust what I was about to do and then I’d sink my teeth into her throbbing vein on her neck, drink some of her blood, get hard, and fuck her.

  But I had a plan.

  Before we got carried away, I made up the excuse that I needed to use the bathroom. The truth was that I had a blood bag that I’d put in my luggage after going through security. Over the last five years of going back and forth to help Martin, I’d mastered getting through TSA at the airport with blood on me. The trick was to have a pre-checked status and then tape the blood bag to me. Since I was pre-checked, I didn’t have to go through the whole body scanner machine and could use the old ones that only detected metal. And, of course, if anyone questioned me, I would just compel them to let me go. I only needed one or two bags on me each time because Martin kept a fridge stocked for me in his basement where I slept.

  I sucked it down quickly and then, as I stroked my hardening cock, I realized I wouldn’t be able to cover up the fact that not only were my hands and lips cold but so was my dick. Well, it was room temperature, but that was much colder than a human body.

  Not knowing if Calla would be into using ice in the bedroom, I went with it anyway. I figured that I could numb her enough so that when I used the lube I’d brought, the warming sensation of it would grab her attention and she’d focus on it. Sure, I could try to use just the warming lube, but I didn’t want to take the chance. Not for our first time at least when I didn’t know what her reaction would be. I wanted her too much.

  I wanted to feel her body form to mine as I drove into her.

  I wanted to hear her pounding heart and her labored breathing as I brought her pleasure.

  I wanted to watch her perfect body spasm as she came apart under me.

  I fucking wanted her.

  I licked my lips and walked toward the bed. “Why are you under the covers?”

  “I’m … I don’t know.” She looked away, the flickering of the candles she lit danced off her face in the dark room. She probably didn’t realize that she wasn’t making eye contact with me any longer. I knew a lot women had body issues. Especially when Calla had told me in so many ways that she thought she was fat. I just didn’t know how to prove to her that I thought she was impeccable inside and out.

  Without warning, I pulled the covers off of her and crawled up her body and hoovered her. “Look at me,” I ordered as I gazed down at her.

  Her emerald eyes darted up at my command.

  “I’m not going to be gentle,” I repeated my statement from a few minutes ago. It was a warning, but also the reality of what was about to come because when I fucked, I fucked hard. There was no other way I knew how. The truth was, I’d never made love before. Not even with Mary because we were always sneaking around when we had sex.

  “I won’t break.” Calla smiled, and my lips curved in response.

  “I know you won’t, sweets. But once I’m inside of you, and the blood is pumping through my veins, there’s no stopping me.” What she didn’t know was that the blood was already coursing through me. It just wasn’t my own.

  “I’ve been thinking about this since you told me you wanted to bend me over the barstool at Maxwell’s. You did say that right?”

  I growled at the image. “I did. You want me to bend you over a chair and fuck you, sweetheart?”

  Calla stared into my eyes for a few beats until she finally whispered, “Yes.”

  I pulled her up off the bed and over my shoulder. She squealed as I grabbed the ice and strode into her living room, looking for a chair. There weren’t any that would be the correct height for her five foot, five-inch frame, so instead, I moved a dining room table chair aside and set her feet down on the floor before urging her to lean forward on the wood surface.

  The sight of her bare ass staring at me as though it was an invitation, was making the blood race through me faster and straight to my dick. I was already hard, but now I was aching to be buried inside of her.

  “Have you ever used ice during sex before, Calla?”

  She shook her head.

  “I’ve been told it’s an amazing sensation.”

  “Okay. I don’t mind trying it.”

  I stripped off my boxers and then grabbed one of the slightly melted ice cubes from the tray. “Spread your legs wider.”

  Calla did as I’d instructed and instantly the smell of her arousal filled my nostrils. I couldn’t wait any longer. The sooner she got primed, the faster I’d be able to drive into her and officially make her mine.

  The first swipe of the ice jolted her, and she let out a moan. “Fuck that’s cold.”

  “Do you like that?”

  “I’m not sure yet.”

  At least she wasn’t telling me to stop. I had a backup plan, but for now, the ice was working. I used the cold cube to circle on her clit and through the lips of her pussy. It started to melt, slowly dripping onto the carpet.

  “I … I …” she stuttered, moving a little as though she was trying to adjust to the feeling inside of her. “It’s too much.”

  I took the cube away from her heat. “Too much good or too much bad?”

  “Just—just give me a second. It’s like a weird throbbing sensation.”

  I stuck the partially melted ice cube in my mouth, and as it melted, I tasted her. Delicious as the O’Bannion Burn whiskey that reminded me of her. There was no other brand for me now that Calla O’Bannion had entered my life.

  Grabbing another cube, I did the same swipe up and down as before and then inserted it into her pussy before withdrawing it and then putting it back in. She moaned again.

  “Does it feel good now?”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “It’s starting to tingle some.”

  Realizing that I’d forgotten a condom in the bathroom in my bag, I thrust the cube into her pussy a few more times before I darted off to grab my bag quickly before she realized I’d left. Even though
there was no possible way she could get pregnant or catch anything from me, I had to use a useless condom with Calla because there would be fewer questions.

  I opened it, grabbed the foil packet, the warming lube I’d brought, and then sheathed myself. “You ready to warm up?” God, I hoped this plan worked.

  “I’m just … ready.”

  I smiled. “Ready for me to fuck you, sweetheart?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  I rubbed a drop of the lube in my hand before stroking my length. I could feel the warmth against my skin, and I hoped that it would work. That the lube would be warm enough and the ice cubes from before would be cold enough that she thought they were the reason something room temperature was about to enter her warm heat.

  In one smooth thrust, I slid into her. She sucked in a breath as my cock drove into her, causing her to slide forward against the hard table. After a few drives, she moaned, and I knew that my plan was working.

  “Is it getting warmer?”

  “Yes,” she panted.

  “Hold on to the table,” I ordered.

  Calla reached up and grabbed the edge of the table above her. With each thrust, I was getting rougher and rougher. I couldn’t help it. The primal need in me to orgasm had me in a frenzy.

  I gripped her hips, forcing her to impale deeper onto my cock. My balls slapped against her pussy, over and over and over while I listened to Calla’s breathing quicken. I knew she was getting closer. With each pump of her heart that pierced my sensitive ears, I rammed into her, her pussy like velvet as she glided along my length.

  “Fuck, Calla,” I groaned, and before I could think of what I was doing, I reached forward, grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her head back, bringing her neck closer to my waiting mouth. I bent, and the moment my fangs descended and pricked her skin, she hissed like a needle had stuck her. I didn’t care. Humans sometimes bit during sex, and I was going to go with it. Though, as I tasted her sweet blood against my tongue, I knew that if I didn’t stop myself, I’d drink her dry. With as much willpower as I could muster, I licked the side of her neck, making sure I got every drop of blood, and then leaned back up, released her long, chestnut hair, and continued to drive into her.

  Hard.

  The table creaked while the slapping of skin and her pants filled the air and fueled me to pump and grip her hips harder. We were in sync with each other, and I was on the verge of orgasm.

  Calla moaned, “I’m gonna come.” Music to my ears.

  “Yes,” I groaned, still thrusting into her, the table moving closer and closer to the window that led to the walkway in front of her door. Her pussy squeezed my dick, and she let out a shattering cry of pleasure. I picked her up off the ground, angled her perpendicular to the floor, and pounded into her. I orgasmed, my ass clenching as the sensation rippled through me and a deep growl vibrated my throat.

  She was breathless as I pulled out of her and set her feet back on the floor. With the blood still flowing through my veins, I took her mouth and kissed her so she wouldn’t see that I was still hard. I knew she couldn’t tell that the condom was empty, but I didn’t want her to think I’d faked anything.

  “Are you okay?” I asked and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

  She nodded. “The ice was new.”

  “Did you like it?” I questioned.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “Did you also bite me?” Calla grabbed her neck where I had, in fact, bit her.

  “Yeah, sorry about that. Got caught up in the moment.”

  “Am I bleeding?” She tilted her neck, exposing the pulsing vein that I wanted to feast on.

  “No.”

  I kissed her again, and then left to discard the empty condom.

  After we showered and cleaned up, we cuddled on her couch and watched an episode of Grey’s Anatomy. It was an older one she’d said, one where there was a McDreamy and a McSteamy. I didn’t understand it, but I got the impression that Calla thought she was living in her own episode by dating McNaughty.

  We also had round two after I’d finished off another blood bag, but this time I let her be on top. I still wanted to ram up into her, but I let her pick the pace, and after she came and I had an orgasm, I tucked her into bed. After Calla had fallen asleep in my arms, I crawled out of bed and got dressed.

  “Hey.” I brushed a piece of her hair away from her face and bent at the knee so I was eye level with her. “Wake up for a second, sweetheart.”

  Her green eyes darted open, and her heart started to beat a little faster. “What is it? Is everything okay?”

  I smiled to try to put her at ease. “Everything’s fine, but I have to go.”

  “You do?” I knew she’d assumed I was staying the night, and I felt bad that I wasn’t, but I couldn’t risk the chance that sunlight would get to me somehow.

  “I wish I could stay, but Martin called, and he needs my help sooner,” I lied.

  “What time is it?”

  “Almost six.”

  “Will I see you later tonight?”

  “I’m not sure, but I’ll try.”

  Calla sighed. “Right. You were coming to see your friend—”

  “Hey,” I said again and rubbed the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip. “I promise to see you before I go back to Burn Falls. You need to meet Martin, remember?”

  “Right. My traveling bodyguard.” She chuckled slightly.

  I smiled warmly at her. “Yes, and I’d feel better since it will take you a few days to drive there given it’s almost twenty-three hundred miles.”

  “Maybe I’ll ask Valencia. We can make a road trip out of it, and then I’ll put her on a plane when I drive through Anchorage.”

  “You think Valencia can protect you?”

  She thought for a moment as though two girls on the open road was actually safe. Maybe in the normal world it was, but not in the world I lived. A world where a vampire had tried to kill her father and could be looking for her.

  “You’re right.”

  “How about this? You meet Martin. If you don’t like him, I’ll pay for a moving company to drive your stuff to Burn Falls and fly you to Anchorage.”

  Calla’s face brightened in the moonlit room. “You’d do that?”

  “I’d do anything to protect you.”

  “You know I’ve lived on my own since college, right?”

  I nodded. “Yes, but that was before a monster tried to kill your father, remember?”

  “I wish they’d catch the guy so I could get some peace.”

  “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.”

  “Uncle Draven!” I woke to the piercing scream of my name, and loud footsteps running down the wood stairs to where I was in the basement. “You’re here!”

  I turned over in the twin bed that I barely fit in and saw Martin’s youngest daughter, Millie, running toward me. After I moved to Burn Falls, he’d had this wild child, making him a father of three girls, and each month I would visit, the youngest would always wake me.

  Before I could greet her, I heard Martin start to descend the stairs. “Millie, leave him alone. Must I remind you again that he sleeps during the day?”

  “But I want to see him before Mommy takes me to ballet.”

  I sat up and leaned against the concrete wall, motioning to the four-year-old. “It’s fine. Come here, Mills.”

  The little girl threw her entire body at me, and I caught her before placing her in my lap. She looked up at me with her piercing blue eyes that matched her mother’s. “Will you play Barbies with me before I have to go to dance?”

  Martin’s gaze met mine, and he smirked.

  “Yeah. Go get them.”

  Millie scurried off my lap and up the stairs as fast as her little legs could carry her.

  “What
time did you come in?” Martin asked.

  “A little after six.”

  “Cutting it close, don’t you think?”

  I shrugged. “New territory for me.”

  “I can’t believe you have a girlfriend.” The night after New Year’s Eve, I’d called him and told him all that had happened in the last week. He said he’d put some feelers out with some troopers he knew from a fishing trip and see if there were any leads that hadn’t been shared with her family. I assured him there wouldn’t be any leads—ever—but he wanted to find out what or anything he could.

  “I can’t believe you sound like Athan,” I countered.

  Martin crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against a post that was holding the floor up. “Can you blame us?”

  “No,” I sighed.

  “Am I meeting her tonight?”

  “Does Marcy want to cook?” I asked. I figured he didn’t want to have to go out to dinner with his three wild children. The oldest was almost fifteen but thought she was twenty-one, the middle was ten, and then Millie was born four years ago—unplanned. Fuck, I didn’t want to go out to dinner with them.

  “Marcy cooks every night.”

  “I’ve never had a guest come over while I’ve been here.”

  “Because you’ve never had dinner here before.”

  “Not sure blood soup would go over well,” I joked. “But I’ll ask Calla if she wants to come for dinner. What time is it anyway?”

  “A little after ten.”

  I groaned as I heard little footsteps running across the floor above us. “Let me get a few more hours of sleep and then I want to hear all about the case.”

  “Was planning on it.”

  The tiny footsteps got closer as Millie ran down the stairs. “Uncle Draven, you have to be Ken.”

  “That’s my cue to leave before she wants to paint my nails again.” Martin chuckled and started to walk up the stairs. “Have fun you two. Mommy will come get you in thirty minutes, kiddo.”

  Millie paid her father no mind. Instead, she said, “Hi, Ken. I’m Barbie. Do you want to go to the beach?”