Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“Drink it.” I urge. Still pulsing inside her.
“Drink it all.”
Her tongue laps everything up, slowly, painfully, erotically, as I stay inside her and swell again.
Finally sane, I flip her over onto her back and start to move inside her a second time.
“Thank you.”
Her mouth is covered in my blood, her eyes dazed.
“Now.” She writhes against me.
“You owe me more vacation days.”
"Lovers now, enemies tomorrow?” I smile a real smile for the first time since I can remember.
“And I’ll give you all the vacation you want.”
“Because I had sex with you and drank your blood?” She wraps her arms around my neck.
"No. Because you took away my pain.”
Chapter 22
Enemies In The Shower
AVA
I can’t believe I bit him.
I can’t believe I also ate like half the food in his fridge and had to crawl there on all fours in order to make it. I needed fuel, and he was fast asleep, like a little puppy with its new blanket on the couch. It would be helpful if he snored or if he had some weird habit, instead he looked so sated that I almost smiled when I looked back at him.
I’ve never had marathon sex before, but part of me thinks it might be my new favorite thing. Maybe it’s because he’s not totally human, something I’m still compartmentalizing in the very furthest part of my brain where darkness and cobwebs exist, because I think I’d have a nervous breakdown if I actually dissected what just happened.
I know I need to get to work and he probably isn’t coming in since he’s dead asleep, so I make myself at home, clean up some of the blood from the floor then eat enough to power walk to his bathroom to rinse off all the sweaty sex that’s still somehow dripping from my body.
His bathroom is immaculate, black and white marble stones on the floor lead in a chic path toward a rain shower that ties into a rock pool that looks like it could be both bathtub and hot tub, might need to break in more often just to use that. It would be worth his wrath and then I could just throw it in his face that I helped solve his pain, even though there was nothing even remotely painful about that experience.
Have I turned into a whore? I mean seriously, it’s like I lose my mind when he touches me and all inhibitions go straight out the window only to tumble down the street and get run over by a semi.
My body aches in all the right places.
I self-consciously touch my teeth, they’re too dull to pierce skin so I must have been out of my mind when I did that, but he tasted warm, his blood coated my tongue, my throat, and gave off this drug-like feeling of euphoria. I saw visions, walking through the woods, laughing.
Then screaming.
People whispering, but about who? That part eluded me.
Maybe they were just dreams or hallucinations brought on by his blood, but they’d felt so real, as if I was there but still watching a movie.
Well, good job Ava, you literally just had sex with a werewolf, did not have that planned when I applied to be an assistant. I rest my head against the shower wall and reach for the faucet when a large hand covers mine.
He leans forward, his breath fans my ear.
“Feeling dirty, Ava?”
My body starts to shiver despite the fact that I know I’m not even cold, it’s in anticipation.
"Feeling better, Eli?” I counter without turning around, I’m afraid if I do I won’t be able to resist more. It’s not even just his eyes, it’s everything about him that pulls me when he’s naked. Weird.
He slowly turns the faucet and pulls me back against his body. He’s aroused the same as before.
“Needed you.”
“Is the pain back?” I ask.
“No,” he says quickly.
“I’m not willing to lie about that, I just really, really, want to go slow and remember more of it, since after all, we’re enemies after this shower.”
“And why’s that?” I swallow and slightly turn.
“Why are we enemies?”
“Because…” His blue eyes are fierce.
“If the board ever found out, they’d terminate you and I don’t want you to starve and you’re actually competent at your job, soothing when the pain is constant.”
Ava rolls her eyes.
“Perfect. I’m like a balm to your grumpy soul?”
His smile is simple, his teeth white and straight, his incisors extend.
“I’ve always wanted a nice balm to my soul and if you must know—you’re fully human. Relationships between my race, no matter how much I like your taste, are looked down upon. I wouldn’t want you to feel any worse than you already do because I have a soul. But I will use your body. Every full moon, if you’ll let me.”
“And what do I get in exchange for my generosity?” I turn around and cross my arms, trying to look angry instead of giddy.