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I shove open the door with my shoulder, cradling Chipper, trying to get my breathing under control as I walk into the night-dark street.
Chapter Five
Torsten
I smash my bare fists into the cement-filled punching bag, taking chunks out of it as it whines loudly on the specially made bracket.
Cuts open and heal and open on my knuckles.
I pound into it over and over, thinking about the way Tammy ran out on me yesterday, the way she thought I was tricking her.
As if I would ever trick her.
The gym is pitch-black, but my eyes pick out the tiniest shred of light and expand it, lighting it up like the inside of a bulb.
Everything is stark and alive to me as I throw another savage right hook at the bag. A stony crunch noise sounds like shards of cement and leather fly into the air.
A long time ago, one of my kind told me that trying to be with a human would always fail, amulet, or no amulet. They said that mortals were not capable of accepting all the things we could do that they couldn’t, that it simply wouldn’t fit into their heads.
But no.
That’s not fucking fair.
I could scent Tammy’s desire when I told her she was mine when I told her I’d been waiting my whole damn life for her.
I scented her desire but uncertainty flickered in her eyes, as though she thought I was doing this for some nefarious reason, as though she suspected me of playing some cruel trick on her.
I turn away from the bag, making a huffing snarling noise.
My fangs are tingling like a son of a bitch and my shirtless torso is pumping hotly, one second away from blazing blood-red if I don’t do something about it.
Ever since Tammy ran out on me yesterday, I’ve tried to stay strong and fulfill my promise of giving her time to process everything I told her, showed her, and yet the desire to find her scent in the air and find my way to her is too goddamn strong.
Last night, she left in such a rush that she forgot one of her gloves, and now I pick it up and bring it to my nose, inhaling deeply.
Fuck.
It holds the scent of her hand, which has touched every part of her.
If I smell deeply enough, I can scent her sex, the tangy sweetness of it, the way it promises to clutch tightly around my manhood. I can’t stop myself from imagining myself pumping inside of her, unleashing my vampiric fury, and taking her raw and hard.
As I stroll across the gym to the shower room – all in darkness – I imagine flitting across the room last night, taking her by the shoulders and leading her back to the desk. In my fantasy, Chipper is never there.
It’s just the two of us.
I grab her and lead her to the desk and then bend her over.
“You’re my mortal,” I growl, pushing her so that her ass is sticking right out. “You’re my dirty fucking mortal, Tammy.”
She looks at me and moans.
Fuck, fuck.
I tear off my shorts and step into the shower, her scent still writhing through me even if I’ve left her glove in the gym. My manhood is rock hard as my mind returns to the fantasy, hot water blasting down my naked body as the shower cubicle begins to pulsate red.
I need to control myself.
I need to master my desires.
But I can’t.
Not with her.
I think about tearing down her pants and revealing the roundness of her ass, her panties clinging to that pussy, that pussy whose scent has already made a sizzling home inside of me.
“I’m going to spank you like you fucking deserve,” I’d snarl, smoothing my hands softly over her ass cheeks, making her feel every goddamned moment. “Beg me to spank you. Beg me to fucking own you, Tammy.”
She begs me in that voice, that glorious, beautiful voice that I heard singing in the stock room.
I reach down and grab my cock, unable to stop myself any longer. I haven’t touched myself in a long, long time, even before I stopped feeding. I’ve become a master of discipline and self-restraint.
And yet with Tammy, the urge is too powerful, the image of her curvy-as-hell body too prepossessing.
I imagine the way she’d whimper as I spanked her, rubbing my cock, coating it in the hot shower water as precome slides up and down my shaft.
I close my eyes tightly and see her sticking her ass out further and further, even as her cheeks turn red with my carnal spanking.
And then I take my manhood and grind it between those beautiful round ass cheeks, thrusting harder and harder with each pump of my hips.
“I need to taste it,” I snarl in my fantasy, letting go completely now.
And then I do something I could never do in real life.
