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Damian lingered outside the inn until the lights in Wendy’s room came on. He still felt the urge to keep watch over her, but she was safe and his cock ached. He’d been tempted, so tempted, to slide off those silky little panties and bury himself in her sweet little cunt, but two things had held him back. One of them had been her dazed expression. How long had it been since anyone pleasured her? Human males were such fools. But he didn’t want her making decisions in the first rush of passion.
The other reason was more complicated. He was already enthralled, almost bewitched. If they were to… consummate their relationship, he wasn’t sure he could let her go. Vampires were a possessive lot. So he’d kept his cock tucked away and simply walked her home. Everyone who was aware of his public persona would be shocked. For that matter, he suspected his friends would be shocked as well.
But for now he had a throbbing cock and a date for tomorrow.
After a perfunctory effort to relieve the ache, he fell asleep quickly, only to wake far too early in the same condition. A condition for which there was only one cure—Wendy.
Outside the sun was shining, the brilliant blue sky a striking contrast to the snow-covered ground, and he groaned. Ideal for the festival but not for him. While he wouldn’t burst into flames if it hit him, he did burn quickly and viciously. He slathered the sun-blocking lotion Gladys had prepared for him everywhere, dressed, and sighed. Four more hours to go.
He worked on the restaurant books for a while, glad to note that the various incidents, while annoying, hadn’t had too great an impact on his profit margin. By the time he was finished, there was still more than an hour left, but he decided to hell with it. He’d just be early.
Wendy was coming down the stairs when he arrived, looking as delectable as usual. A red velvet dress with white fur trim around the hem, sleeves, and wide neckline emphasized her luscious curves, and his cock immediately responded. Color flooded her cheeks when she saw him waiting, but when he held out his hand, she took it immediately.
He gently tugged her against him, then kissed her until she was breathless before smiling down at her flushed face.
“Morning, kitten.”
“Good morning,” she said shyly. “I wasn’t expecting you until later. Did I get the time wrong?”
“No, but I didn’t want to wait any longer.”
She bit her pretty lip.
“I wanted to see you too, but I told Alison I’d have lunch with her.”
“I understand. I can come back.”
Her hand tightened on his.
“Or you could stay?”
Before he could respond, she pulled him towards the kitchen and he let himself be pulled. Alison looked startled at his appearance but gave him a friendly smile. Flora was also present, her expression far too gleeful for his peace of mind, but other than one embarrassingly accurate comment about vampire anatomy, she behaved herself.
The meal was as enjoyable as he’d imagined while watching from the dark, and very different to the meals he hosted in his restaurant. He didn’t contribute much to the conversation unless Wendy or one of the others asked him a direct question, but he found himself watching her face as the three women chatted cheerfully. The food was delicious as well, and he thought he recognized Wendy’s influence.
After lunch, she tied on an apron, refusing his offer of help, and went to assist Alison with the dishes. He sipped his coffee, watching her move cheerfully around the kitchen. Flora nudged him, her gleeful expression returning.
“Already smitten, aren’t you?”
He wasn’t sure why he bothered to be surprised any more, but he raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t you have some old lady knitting group to spy on?”
Her eyes glinted with amusement.
“We have a standing arrangement for bingo on Sunday nights. And a sky clad ceremony for the full moon each month. Do they count?”
Sky clad meant naked, and he barely suppressed a shudder at the thought, sighing instead.
“Why don’t you save us all a lot of trouble and just tell me what’s going to happen.”
“I can’t tell the future,” she insisted, giving him her innocent old lady look.
“Can you tell if Wendy feels the same way about me?”
He would have slapped a hand over his mouth if it weren’t already too late, but for once Flora didn’t tease him.
“That’s something you’re going to have to ask her.”
