The Turning (41 page)
“Yes, well, thank you for making my uncomfortable moment so much worse, ladies. Very kind of you,” Andre grumbled but his eyes were shining so we knew it was really okay. Then he went one more and bowed to us. It was hard not to bust out laughing at that. “Can you spare a minute? I want to talk with you.”
I followed him, curious and praying it wasn’t anything bad. He led me over to the stairwell and when the door closed behind us—he was on me. His mouth was needy and demanding, and I melted against him, feeling light-headed.
God
he was really good at that. I gave him a few minutes of kissing and groping before I pulled back from him.
“I’ve wanted to do that since I met you,” he muttered against my lips, brushing his softly over them once more. “I’ve not kissed a woman in almost a century. I’ve not even wanted to risk it until I met you.” I wanted to ask what
it
was but he rushed on, seeming to realize he admitted so much. “I also want you to drink from me, it will help you today to have some elder’s blood in you. Take a few pints and I can drink some blood right away at your place.”
I was so entranced by him, the way he smelled, the kiss he just laid on me, I wasn’t even thinking as I sunk my fangs into him. My hands ran all over his body, under his shirt, over his abs and back. I could tell he was just as excited as he was getting hard, his fangs running right along the dip in my scrubs top. I know I took more than I should, but it just tasted so
good
, it was like liquid fire in my veins.
I stopped myself finally and let the power just fill me. “Sorry, Andre. I didn’t mean to take so much, it’s just—
wow
. Are you going to be okay?”
“Yeah, I’m all good. You really liked it that much? I’ll be your blood slave anytime, if you’ll be my sex slave,” he teased, but there was hesitation in his eyes. Maybe he really hadn’t been with a woman in that long? It was hard for me to tell if someone was lying when I was all wound up. He started to wrap his arms back around me but I stopped him.
“Okay, okay, Andre, I’m at work, and no sex slave. I’ll talk to you at home, thanks for the
donation
.” I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and got out of there, heading back to the lounge. Once again leaving him in the same condition I had that morning.
Maybe I could really have fun being a vampire? It seemed to have upped my sex appeal. Hell, I was starting to feel
sexy
instead of a dork for once in my life.
I could get used to this.
The Transition
Erin is a Midwest girl at heart, born a Chicagoan with the mouth to prove it, a loyal Cubs fan, but still a die-hard Green Bay Packers gal who cheers for her alma mater, the Illini from Omaha, Nebraska, where she lives. She has always been interested in the darker aspects of life and mythologies—especially vampires, shifters, the occult, and anything paranormal.
To date, she has published over 100 paranormal books in different genres with dedicated readers who await each release to her numerous series under any of the three Flynn names she writes under.
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