Page 28 of Night of the Vampire
When I looked up, Lizzy was watching us silently from her place in front of the stove, a stirring spoon suspended from one hand. Her eyes caught mine.
"What?" I asked her.
She shook her head. "Nothing. He just doesn't usually take to men very well."
"Maybe he's just grateful I got him out of the fire, and saved his favorite human while I was at it."
"Maybe."
My reward for that answer was another smile.
"I know I said this last night, but thank you again. You really did save us. And now you're letting us stay here in your beautiful house and everything." She waved the spoon down the front of her body, again pointing out the borrowed clothes she was wearing, and drawing my eyes to her luscious figure. Lizzy had a body that was made to be loved, and loved well. Combine the sight of her with the sweet scent of her blood and it was a wonder I could stay sitting here at all.
I gave myself an internal shake. I needed to concentrate on why I was here. And the first thing to do was get her to open up to me. "I was wondering if you'd still be here. I know you have family in town."
She gave me an odd look before she turned around to check on her dinner. A stir-fry if my sense of smell was correct. "My aunt and I had a disagreement. Staying with her would be uncomfortable right now, to be honest."
"Your aunt?"
"My Aunt Judy. She lives here in town."
So, she was one of them. There was only one "Judy" I knew of that she could possibly be related to. Judy Moss, the high priestess of the witch's coven. The thing with Angel I saw must've been something within the coven. "Then I'm very glad my place was available for you."
Pulling the pan from the burner, she turned off the heat, then walked over to the sink to wash her hands. She moved with the elegant grace of a dancer. I discovered in that moment how much I loved to watch her. The natural sway of her hips, the curve of her spine, the slight bounce of her breasts, the confident way she held her head. Even the way her long hair slid like silk over her shoulder when she turned her head to look at me.
"Killian? Did you hear what I said?"
I had, I'd just ignored it. "I won't take your money, Lizzy."
"I insist," she argued. "I can't pay much, but I can pay you what my apartment cost me in rent. It should at least take care of the water and electricity I'm using, plus a little extra."
"The water and electric were already on. And I doubt one person would use very much at all. You'll be at your store most days, anyway. Am I right?"
"Killian."
I could tell by the set of her jaw and the glint of steel in her eyes she wasn't going to take no for an answer. I sighed and gave her a slight roll of my eyes. "Fine. You can pay me. Starting the first of the month if you both are still here." As it was the beginning of November, I could guarantee the only way she'd still be here by then is if she cured Kenya and became one of us, something that seemed much more far-fetched now that I knew who her family was. I ran my hand over Wiggles, enjoying the texture of his silky ears on my fingertips, and wondered what Lizzy's skin would feel like to my sensitive touch.
"Please, allow me to pay you now, Killian. It would make me feel less like a...like a..."
"A pauper?" I inserted playfully, playing my part.
"I was going to say mistress, but I guess what you said is more accurate."
Mistress. Images of Lizzy naked and writhing beneath me flooded my head. My blood surged into my groin and I closed my eyes to hide the hunger I knew she'd see. My jeans were suddenly horribly uncomfortable, the zipper digging into my swollen cock.
How I hungered for this woman. Her blood. Her body. Even her mind. I wanted it all.
Lizzy studied me intently and I quickly dropped my head. Breathing through my mouth, I concentrated on petting my new friend until I could control the lust screaming through my body. Reminding myself over and over of my promise to Kenya not to be forceful with her.
"Would you like some of this? It's just a stir-fry. There should be enough. If not, I have some other stuff in the fridge I picked up earlier. I could whip something up."
I interrupted her before she started rattling off a list. "I'm not hungry." Not for what she was offering. "But I would love to keep you company while you eat."
As she found herself a plate and filled it with her dinner, I put Wiggles on the floor and got a couple of wine glasses out of the cabinet. Kenya always kept some good wine in the bottom of the fridge, and she did not disappoint me. Alcohol didn't affect us. Our metabolism burned it away as quickly as we could consume it. But she loved the taste, as did I, along with a good whiskey. I poured us both a glass. When I turned around, Lizzy was sitting at the table.
Her eyes dropped to my cock, still hard and quite obvious in my jeans. Her lips parted, and I heard her quick inhale before she searched out my face.
A low growl formed in my throat, but I caught it before I showed her exactly what she should be worried about.
