Page 53 of Blood Submission

He sniffed, then narrowed his eyes at her. “What do I tell you about calling me ‘dude’?”

“Well, stop talking shit and I won’t have a reason to.” As he took a swig of the whiskey, she reached behind her and got the soap and her scrubbie. “Besides, Mojo would never forgive you if you left him.” Without another word, she helped him scrub himself clean. “Better?”

“Much,” he said. “Thank you, love.”

“Tobed?”

His eyes fell to her breasts and she smiled. He was completely obsessed with her chest, but that was all right with her. “I think bed sounds like a fine idea,” he toldher.

Shaking her head, she helped him out and got him dried off, then herself. As he stumbled out to the bedroom, she grabbed her robe off the back of the door and followed him, grateful to find the tea Emma had left her. She took a few sips, hoping it would help her get back to sleep, then took off her robe and climbed into bed beside her vampire. But when she reached to turn out the light again, his voice stoppedher.

“Leave it on. I want to see you, Grace.”

He curled up behind her. Pulling the band from her hair, he ran his fingers through the damp mass, fanning the strands over the pillow. “I love your hair. Almost as much as I love your breasts…and the soft reddish curls between your legs…and the taste of you….” His large palm ran up her leg and over the curve of her hip. “But it was this brilliant derriere that won me over the moment I first saw you.” She felt his lips, warmed from the whiskey, kiss her shoulder. “I’m thirsty, love.”

Rolling over onto her back, Grace opened her arms and welcomed her vampire to her throat. A soft hiss rent the air just before he struck, his razor sharp fangs slicing through the skin easily and with only a quick prick of pain. Then it was all pleasure as he began to drink, every pull on her vein sending sparks of lust straight to her groin until her moans of desire blended withhis.

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