As Arran stood out there in Tilly’s moonlit garden, flashes from the dreams he’s starred in flooded my mind, each one hitting me more fiercely than the one before until my heart was racing and my pussy weeping.
I didn’t miss the way Calixta’s eyes slid toward me, her succubus senses probably picking up on the spike in my arousal as my pussy pulsed at the thought of Arran’s fangs piercing my neck while I rode his long, thick fingers.
After the girls had gone back to their respective homes and Tilly and Bodin had retired to their room, only then did I allow myself to replay some of those delicious images.
Only because I love my cousin so much did I refrain from reaching for the stash of toys I brought with me. Respect and thankfulness for being my safety net, and all that.
What if I stayed with Arran again? Could that be why he was here last night? To offer me his spare bedroom?
First, though, I need to tell Tilly about our last little sleepover before I can broach the subject of possibly becoming her neighbor. Temporarily, of course.
When I’ve been quiet too long, Tilly prods me again. “Audrey?”
I place my empty cup on the side table and tuck Anita a little closer on my lap. “Talking about prospects, but not necessarily in a sexual way…”
“Yes?”
I keep my eyes on Anita, my hand gliding across her soft fur as I ask casually, “What if I stayed with Arran? In one of his spare bedrooms?”
“Arran?” The surprise in Tilly’s voice is bright. Too bright.
I narrow my eyes. “Why are you being weird?”
“Funny you should bring him up, because he’s your other option.”
Cocking my head to the side, I ask, “Why didn’t you say that in the beginning?”
“Look,” Tilly starts, raising both hands. “He offered you a room at the meeting yesterday. But I’m not sure if you’d like living in his castle.”
“Why not?” Having found nothing wrong with it before, and actually having enjoyed the charm of the old building, the big four-poster bed, the candlelit sconces, and the sweet gesture of Arran leaving a tray outside my bedroom, I feel a little defensive of the vampire, his home, and his hospitality.
Tilly’s brows shoot high up her forehead as she studies me. Then she starts ticking off on her fingers. “He doesn’t have any electricity. No modern luxuries. No lights, no TV, no phone—”
I see where Tilly’s going, so I interrupt, “Nowhere to charge my toys.”
“That too.”
“I might just ask him to help me out instead.” The words are out of my mouth before I can catch myself.
“He’s cute, isn’t he?” Tilly hedges after a beat.
“No. He’s hot.” In for a penny… “And older, which means he comes with experience. I bet he won’t need an instruction manual to find my clit. Plus, a girl’s got to find out what those fangs do, eh?”
Tilly relaxes into her seat, a sly smile pulling on her mouth as she tuts, “Oh, if you only knew.”
As a nurse practitioner, my cousin possesses extensive medical knowledge when it comes to the bountiful attributes of creatures. She’s regaled me with a few stories over the years, some intriguing me, others intimidating me. But when it comesto Arran, I think I might want to leave it up to spontaneous discovery—if it ever came to that.
“Don’t tell me,” I say, holding up a hand. “If anything were to happen, I’d rather find out in the moment. Unless it’s bad, then of course tell me.”
“Good choice. And I think you might be verypleasantlysurprised by the fangs.” Before my brain can ponder that too long, Tilly’s gaze turns earnest. “Listen, Arran’s a bit of a loner, a little stuck in his ways, and he’s not particularly good with change. But the guy has a good heart. Please don’t break it.”
“Me? I’d never.” And I mean it.
Arran has been nice enough but I essentially don’t know him, so no one has to be concerned about any kind of romantic feelings between us. However, if it was late at night and I happened to trip and accidentally fall pussy first onto his cock, I certainly won’t complain.
I’m definitely not the type to need a meaningful emotional connection to find mutual release. If Arran is like that though, then I’d totally back off entertaining any more thoughts about his cock, and his fangs, and his hands, and…
Tilly settles a little deeper into her seat and tries to look as casual as can be as she asks, “So, when did you meet Arran? I can’t remember ever seeing you two talking.”
