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“You’re making that same lost-in-pleasure face, so fucking pretty. Tell me, will you look that pretty when I drink from your veins or when you’re on your knees for me, looking up at my cock, ready to show me how much you want me?”

“We could find out,” I offered without my usual flirting. This wasn’t a game. It wasn’t about making him roll his eyes at me or scandalizing some woman that was getting too close to him.

“We will, but we need to talk about this more first. We need to involve Liz since she seems so instrumental in this with us.” He caressed my shoulder and smiled mischievously. “And I want to know the rest of the dirty thoughts in your filthy head, so I know what you’re thinking about when you’re swallowing my cock.”

“Hopefully, I’ll think, ‘Dear God I can’t breathe. This is awesome. How fast can I make this master vampire come down my throat, and will it drown me?’”

He laughed, then turned me around, so I was facing the bathroom mirror gripping the sides of the sink.

“Tell me what you were thinking about last night when you made yourself cum in your room.” His eyes met mine in the foggy mirror and I was able to watch as he kissed my neck and my shoulders, his hands wrapping around me, and running over my chest, slowly moving lower with each pass.

Fuck, he wasn’t playing fair.

“You heard that?” My voice cracked.

“I did, now tell me.”

“I was thinking about…” Fuck, his mouth felt so good, and his hands were now on my abs moving slower.

“Tell me.” His persuasion washed over me, urging me to tell him everything.

“I was thinking about Liz riding my face while—” I gasped as he placed his fangs on my skin ready to sink them into my flesh and his hand brushed the knot holding my towel up. All he had to do was bite my neck, yank just a little and everything I was would be exposed to him. He would taste my essence and see every inch of me.

“Tell me.” The fresh wave of persuasion nearly had me pushing my ass back into him and demanding the bite.

“While she sucked your cock, getting it ready to fuck both of us.” I gasped.

“You want to get our girl ready while she gets my cock nice and hard?”

“Do you want to see?” I asked.

He stopped kissing me and gave me a confused look.

I waved my hand and manipulated the steam on the mirror. It wasn’t as detailed as the full-sized figures. I wasn’t able to concentrate enough for that while Callum was touching me.

I could make smaller outlines in the fog though. We both watched as a foggy image of Liz laid on top of my own proxy, her body pressing close while they kissed, then she moved so she was straddling his face. My misty apparition grabbed her thighs, and she arched her back, tossing her head backwards in pleasure. Then Callum’s conjured water likeness sidled onto the scene. He bent down and kissed Liz before using her hair to direct her head to his cock.

“I like this magic,” Callum moaned “Now show me in the mirror how you would touch yourself while you devoured our girl.

My image reached his hand down, grasping his cock hard and pulling slowly, savoring the experience.

“Mmm, I think I know what you like,” his voice deepened. “Can I show you?”

“God, yes,” I gasped. His fingers traced the cuts in my abs down to just under my towel. He was so close to touching me, so close to what I had been dreaming about for so long. He was going to sink his fangs into me, while he—

He jerked back like something had burned him.

“What?”

“Shh” he said, placing his hand over my mouth. I listened, trying to hear whatever it was, to figure out what had stolen the most perfect moment away from me.

Upstairs on the first floor, glass shattered, and Leif screamed.

Liz

THE MORE THINGS CHANGE

Leif was outside hanging with Malik, learning self-defense. Callum and Brock were doing whatever it was that they did together in the basement, and for the first time in a long time, I realized I had nothing to do.

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