Page 36 of Thicker than Water
She straddles my thigh and puts a slender finger to me, teasing my entrance. I moan loudly, and thrust my hips up to her hand.
“So impatient,” she says silkily, her graceful fingers moving over me. “How badly do you want it?”
Her eyes glint mischievously. She finds my clit and rubs it between her fingers, amping up my desire so that the ache I have for her is almost painful.
“Mmm…I want you so much…”
“Where?”
“Iwant youinsideme…please…”
In a smooth motion, she inserts two fingers inside me. I moan in satisfaction, my pleasure mounting again. In rhythm with my pounding pulse and the deep bass of the club music, she moves in and out of me, tapping a button of pleasure deep inside. I move with her, our bodies in perfect synchrony.
I’m still high from my last orgasm, my body buzzing with endorphins. With a soft sigh of pleasure, I come again a final time, arcing my back high in the air, then surrendering down to the soft plush of the chaise.
Although I’m usually so alert, I can’t help falling into a pleasant daze. Two strong arms wrap me in a silky blanket and lift me up.
Surely, this is an incredibly dangerous situation. But danger is the last thing on my mind.
Bright sun streams through an enormous window opposite the bed. When I realize I’m not in my apartment, I wake completely with a start. Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I take in my surroundings.
I’m in agorgeoushotel room. The far wall is just one big window, with a lakeview. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. The mid-July sky is clear, blue and expansive, disappearing into the slightly darker blue of the lake. Inside the hotel room, there’s an off-white chaise with an enormous pillow, a desk, and a huge flat screen TV.
And the bed! It’s a king-size bed, easily twice as big as any other bed I’ve ever slept in. My bare limbs slide luxuriously between the satin sheet and fluffy comforter.
I couldlivein this bed.
I spot my clothes, folded neatly on the desk, topped with a flat red box. Curiosity overrides comfort, and I pull myself from the bed. I take the box and open it.
Inside is a pair of black lace panties. They’re beautiful and elegant. I can’t guess what they might cost, they’re so different from what I usually wear. I’m not sure if I even want to know. There’s a small card at the bottom of the box, cream-coloured with the Thornblade rose emblem embossed on its back.
Sorry about your underwear. I hope these make up for it. Order whatever you like for breakfast and stay as long as you want. Everything has been taken care of. C
Although I’m all alone in the room, my cheeks warm as I remember last night. My body still feels tingly, a wonderful post-coital glow.
I can’t believe I spent a night with a vampire! What would Callista say? What would the other witches say? I’m sure Lavinia would be delighted that I’m getting close to the Thornblade family, but I don’t think she would approve ofhow. I cannevertell anyone about this.
And thisroom…it’s completely outside of anything I’ve ever experienced. The inn in Hemlock Haven is nice, but I think three of its hotel rooms could fit just in this bedroom, and I haven’t even explored the rest of the suite yet. These lace panties probably cost more than any item of clothing I own, and I don’t even want to look at the price of the breakfast items.
But a small, guilty part of me enjoys the attention and the comfort. My job isn’t an easy one, and I haven’t been pampered much lately. Or ever, really.
Still, I can’t let myself get used to it. This was a one-time thing. Celine Côté is a dangerous, powerful vampire boss. And I’ve witnessed her many trysts. I’m sure she does this to all of her conquests. She probably has a stash of expensive underwear for exactly this purpose.
But I’m still getting the most expensive thing for breakfast, I think to myself with a grin, as I reach for the phone to call the concierge.
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Amara
When I worked in the bakery in Hemlock Haven, Ilovedpeople-watching. Tourists are so funny. People are the most pure versions of themselves on vacation. I saw every type of lover’s quarrel and family drama unfold between mugs of pumpkin spice hot chocolate and apple cinnamon pies.
I’m nosy. I can’t help it.
But the Succumb club isevenbetter. Tensions are high, emotions are volatile, and it’s all on display.
“Howcouldyou!” shrieks a customer. He wears a white T-shirt cut in a low V andverytight jeans. His black hair is slicked back from his temples and he shakes his head as he comes over to the bar. He falls dramatically onto a barstool.
He’s followed by a man wearing a well-fitted red, button-up shirt. His long locs are each tipped with gold. “Darling, Itoldyou I was drinking from Rene tonight…”
