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“Okay?” Where was she going with this?

“There really aren’t a lot of jobs open right now, and I need to know if it’s something I can stomach.”

“What are you asking?” I set the bottle of blood down on the table in front of her. She got to her feet and brushed her hair to one side.

“I’m asking if you’re hungry, if you can give me an idea of what it would be like at those diners. How I would be treated and what is and isn’t allowed?”

“You want me to bite you?” I could see her veins pulsing in her neck, her heart was racing, and there was the smallest bead of sweat below her ear, rolling down to her clavicle.

It made my mouth water.

“You said it doesn’t hurt, that it’s like a drug? Or do the vampires make it feel good? I need to know what that feels like and if it’s something that I can do, and I rather do that with someone that I know isn’t going to just rip my throat out.”

I took a step closer to her, and she got on her feet, facing me.

“And what makes you think I won’t rip out your throat, little dove?”

“Because if you do, you’ll be homeless.”

“I guess that’s a fair point. But I could just take your home.” My eyes were focused on that little flickering pulse on the side of her neck as I took another step closer.

“Please,” she whispered, and it was the sweetest plea I’d ever heard. How could I refuse?

Malik

WHY DOES MY DRAGON LIKE THIS?

Irode with Brock and Leif to the theater because I wanted to make sure they would get in without a problem. There were some really prejudiced paranormals around and while Brock seemed to be able to handle himself, I knew my dragon would put anyone in their place.

As they went inside, I waved to them then headed back to the house. Something about having time to just lay on my bed and decompress. So much had happened, and I needed to figure it out. Not that I knew how anything worked since I didn’t know anyone else of my kind, but I had no idea I could change my size.

Was that normal? That couldn’t have been normal.

Though the ability to shrink to a tiny dragon made it far easier to hide than being a reptile bigger than most dogs.

I was exhausted and just wanted to return to the house, climb onto my bed, and close my eyes for a moment. My subconscious might have a better time unraveling the mysteries of the dragon universe than I would.

I walked up the front porch steps and opened the door, but just before it closed, I heard a soft moan come from the kitchen. Slowly, and quietly, I crept through the living room to the kitchen, trying not to make too much noise.

Liz was in Cal’s arms, her head hanging to the side, and his teeth buried in her throat. I expected to feel scorching rage squeeze my heart or icy jealousy fill my gut. Neither happened.

They looked good together. He was lost in the pleasure of her blood, and I could just see the side of her face. Her eyes were closed, and her lips opened in pure bliss. It was incredible to see. I wondered if she would make the same expression if my face were buried between her legs. Would her moans sound the same? Or even sweeter?

In a flash, Cal dug his hands into her hips and pulled her up to sit on the counter so he could step in between her milky thighs. The silk robe she had been wearing was left on the table, and she was wearing the most alluring nightgown, nothing but thin silk covering her body.

As Cal fed, one of the straps fell off her glowing shoulder and exposed the top of her breast. Even the thin tan line was sexy as fuck. I wondered if her shoulders tasted like the sun and her creamy breasts like the moon. I wanted to find out.

Even my dragon was enjoying the show. I could feel him moving under my skin, purring with excitement.

That shouldn’t have been what I was feeling. I should have been angry or disgusted by Cal feeding on her like she was prey. My dragon should have been furious. I knew he wanted me to claim her and make her part of my horde, the things I allowed no one else to touch.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. It wasn’t until Cal spread her thighs on the counter and slid his hand from her knee to her legs, his thumb brushing the inside of that sensitive skin, that I snapped out of it.

Watching Cal feed off of her was bad enough, but watching him pleasure her without explicit permission was a line I wasn’t willing to cross, even if my dragon wanted me to stay. The dragon didn’t want to watch; the dragon wanted to join, and I wasn’t sure how Liz would feel about that or what Cal would think either. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about sharing her with another man. That was something that I needed to figure out before I opened that door.

As quietly as I could, I snuck back to my room and closed the door behind me with a barely audible click. I knew Cal heard it; there was no way a vampire wouldn’t be able to hear it. I just hoped he was too lost in what he was doing to care.

With the lock firmly in place, I stripped my clothes and lay on my queen-size bed. I liked this bed. The best part was that I knew these sheets belonged to her at one time. They were clean, and the smell of detergent was there. But if I buried my nose in my pillow or the mattress, I could just get the slightest hint of her perfume.

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