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Her breath catches, and I can tell she is turned on. I can scent her arousal. I can hear the increase of her heartrate. Venom pools in my mouth once again as I turn into my driveway and proceed into the garage.
This is going to be a long night.
11
Leo
I’ve never been like this before, even when I was a teenager and overstuffed with hormones. Wanting to fuck every woman with two legs and a smile for me made sense. But this? My dick only points to Ivy Moon.
Even as I shower off for the night, I have to tug on my length barely a handful of times before I spurt my cum on the elaborate ebony tile of the shower floor.
Never thought I’d shoot my load in a vampire’s bathroom, but here I am, dreaming of a witch and wondering if life will always be this messed up.
On the one hand, messed up is exactly what I feel. On the other, leaning into Ivy Moon’s allure is the sort of natural fascination that makes my limbs relax, as if being with her is completely normal.
Destined, even.
I shake my head and let the water droplets fling to the side. We can’t be destined. She’s not a shifter. Destiny is what brought me to become the pack’s leader. Destiny will be what drives me to my mate one day.
But when I picture Ivy’s face—that sweet expression that is equal parts trusting and guarded—I know that if there is such a thing as fate in this world, I feel the pull of it in her direction. I know she feels it too, but I blew it with my need to demand answers she doesn’t have.
So I’m stuck with my right hand in the shower for now.
This bathroom has beautiful bones, but I had to scrub it down before getting inside. The whole manor—at least what I’ve seen of it so far—is much the same: dust and cobwebs from decades of neglect covering antiques and valuables that deserve better.
No one should live like this. It’s like walking through an abandoned museum that you know is impressive, but everything is filthy, so you can’t enjoy it.
The sound of Ivy’s soft laugh when I come out of the bathroom in clean pajamas goes straight through my ears and burrows into my brain. I love the melody of her laugh and wish that I had been the one to coax the sound into being.
Calvin’s house is unnecessarily large, so it takes a few twists and turns before I reach the two in the immaculate kitchen.
Of course the kitchen is unused, and the dustiest of the rooms I’ve seen thus far. Vampires don’t need to eat solid food, so it makes sense this is the most neglected space.
I grab up a rag and wet it in the sink, then run it over the countertops that are actually a striking marble beneath the layers of dust that I have to scrape off in spots.
I can see Ivy’s done the same at a different part of the counter.
This place reeks of neglect that comes from depression.
I wonder how long Calvin’s been despondent in here? When was the last time he invited anyone into his home?
The two of them are huddled together beside the stove while Calvin turns off the kettle and pours two mugs of hot water atop teabags. The smell is fruity and perfumy.
I realize the second mug is meant for me. I can’t remember the last time anyone made me a hot beverage. I hang the filthy rag over the faucet and nod at the two in thanks.
My vision fixes on Calvin’s hand that sneaks under Ivy’s chin when he tells her the time. “It’s not a bad idea for us all to get some sleep. Might help if we all got on the same schedule. I get downright cross if I miss a day of shuteye. I’ll just move mine up by a few hours.”
“We wouldn’t want you to be cross,” Ivy replies when Calvin hands her the mug, molding her fingers around it. “I’m sorry this is happening to you.”
“My compassionate little snack.” Calvin brushes her cheek as if he cannot stop himself from touching her skin.
I know the feeling, but I’m trying to restrain myself.
I’m also trying not to rip his hands away from her.
Calvin hands me the mug of tea, which has to be the first kindness a vampire has shown to a shifter. I sniff it for anything foul, just in case, but it seems to be aboveboard.
I clear my throat. “Where can I crash for the night, Cal?” I pretend we’re on first name terms, friendly enough to where I could ask something casual like that. If he tells me I’m sleeping outside, so help me…
