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The red sparks appeared as he reached down again and discovered she was already slick with excitement.
“I believe you’re ready for me again, aren’t you, kitten?”
His teasing circles around her clit were starting to make her quiver again and she nodded frantically. He lifted her up and positioned his cock against her entrance.
“Here’s to stamina.”
He slammed her down hard, sending her into an instant climax, and she forgot about murders and ghosts, forgot about everything except the thick shaft filling her so perfectly and the climaxes that kept rolling on and on.
CHAPTER 18
Damian walked into Midnight Manor, frowning. It was Tuesday afternoon and the restaurant was set to reopen for normal business hours the following evening, but he was having serious doubts about the wisdom of proceeding. There hadn’t been any more malicious incidents, or any incidents as far as he was concerned. His stubborn little kitten disagreed. No matter how often he tried to change her mind, she was convinced the house was haunted.
He admitted there had been a few… odd occurrences, but he was sure there was a rational explanation for all of them. The bathroom window that kept flying open to let in a blast of cold air? A warped frame. And if his attempt to nail it shut had failed, it was simply due to the age of the wood.
The noises from beneath the floors? Just the normal expansion and contraction of old plumbing. It had been in good shape when he bought the property, but that had been ten years ago. It wasn’t surprising that the pipes occasionally groaned, and that the pressure was low, making it difficult to rinse dishes.
And then there was the way that small items seemed to be moving around, but that was undoubtedly due to the fact that two people were living in the house now. They might not remember moving them, but it was easy to overlook an absent-minded gesture—and both of them had a lot on their minds.
He was sure that Wendy was his mate, but that made the possibility of a mate bond even more terrifying. What if it didn’t have the same effect on her? What if she left him the way his mother had? The way his father had? He would be back on the outside in the cold. He knew he was being a coward, but they hadn’t come up with a solution to the logistical issues.
If the mishaps ceased he could travel with her, at least occasionally, but he couldn’t abandon everything he’d built for weeks at a time.Could I?He’d actually begun to consider it, asking Nakor to send out some queries to his contacts looking for a good restaurant manager. He didn’t like the idea—like all vampires he was a homebody at heart—but if it meant he could keep his kitten, he’d do it.
But could he make the arrangements before the end of the week? Or persuade her to stay longer? He had the uneasy feeling they were running out of time. All of which made him even more reluctant to waste any of their time together by opening the restaurant. Perhaps it was that urgency that led to the frequency of their lovemaking. He would reach for her two or three times a night, and in the morning, and pretty much anytime their eyes met and she gave him that sweet, teasing smile.
She was just as eager. She’d even ambushed him in the shower that morning, kneeling in front of him while he had his eyes closed so the first sign of her presence was that hot, sweet mouth closing over his cock. And when he’d looked down and seen her smiling up at him, he’d exploded almost immediately. He’dmade up for it of course, carrying her back to bed and feasting on her delicious body until she was too limp to move.
His mouth watered at the memory, his fangs descending. It was something of a miracle that he hadn’t bitten her. His fangs were almost always present and she enjoyed him using them as much as he did. Somehow he’d managed to avoid breaking the skin. He’d come close the previous night when he’d been nibbling on her ass, a finger in each of her sweet little holes, and she’d climaxed so hard she’d almost broken both digits.
Yes, it was definitely time to carry her off to bed again. He climbed the stairs, but their rooms were empty. And cold because the bathroom window was open again. He slammed it shut and went back downstairs.
“Wendy?”
No response. He tried calling her phone, but there was no answer. Where could she be? She hadn’t mentioned going anywhere when he left, and he knew she wasn’t at the inn because he’d just been there. He’d gone to enlist Flora’s help in convincing Wendy that ghosts didn’t exist, but she’d only raised a mocking eyebrow.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Of course I am. Are you trying to tell me I’m wrong?”
She shrugged, making the tiny bells on her yellow tracksuit tinkle merrily.
“I haven’t encountered any personally, if that’s what you mean, but there are more things in heaven and earth…”
“That’s not helpful,” he snapped.
“Then maybe you should consult an expert.”
“An expert in ghosts?”
“Worth a try.” She rose from the table and started to wander away, flicking his ear painfully in the process. “Stubborn boy. Won’t believe the evidence in front of your eyes.”
“What evidence?” he yelled, but she was already gone, leaving only silence behind.
Just as the house was now silent. He pulled out his phone and started making calls.
“What?” Nakor snapped. “We’re busy.”
“Wendy isn’t there, is she?”
