Damian laid sprawled out on the floor, the crazy she-vamp just jumped him, knocking the air too fast out of his lungs. Then she dug her evil fangs into his neck, without warning! It went against every instinctive fibre in his body not to fling her across the room, but he was having far too much fun to let that happen.
The she-vamp started to slide down his body, her long black hair in a mass around her and on his chest, he started to think that being her whore for a few months might not be so bad after all…
A phone rang from somewhere in the house. “Don’t answer that,” he gasped, desperate for her not to stop.
Her head flew up, meeting her eyes with his. “I don’t take orders from you!” She hissed, then disappeared from his crotch.
Whoever is on the phone, I hope they die a horrible and painful death! Damian thought as he dragged his arse off the floor.
Getting to his feet he felt a watery substance trickling down his neck. He took a deep breath, lazy cow left the fang holes wide-open. Price of being a prostitute, he reminded himself.
Clasping a hand to the side of his neck he went in search for a first aid kit. His neck would eventually heal but he didn’t want his blood staining his shirt.
Walking into the grand kitchen he started to look in cupboards and draws.
“What are you doing?!”
“Jesus Christ!” The creepy little hot she-vamp made him jump. “Would you object to wearing a bell around your neck while I’m here?”
She didn’t need to answer him, the look he got from her was suffice enough – she did not find him funny.
She-vamp just glared at him, Damian wasn’t sure what she was trying to do. Hypnotize him? He guessed.
Or maybe… “Do you wanna pick up from where we left off?” He offered. “This floor looks just as good as the one out there.” He cocked up his right eye brow, hoping like hell she’d jump him again.
But instead she huffed and folded her arms across her chest. “We cant, your Alpha has demanded a meeting with us and my aunty, before we go any further into this ‘alliance’!”
What is Rhydian up to now? Damian wondered but soon got distracted by Lara’s body language. Mmm, it turned him on seeing how upset she was about being told she’s not allowed to sleep with him yet.
“You know, I’m not a fan of being told what to do?” He let go of his neck hoping to taunt her with the smell of his blood.
Lara licked her lips, “maybe I should cover those wounds?”
“Yeah, we don’t want Rhydian to come here and see that you’ve neglected the toy he loaned you.” Damian joked, causing Lara to let out a beautiful wind chime laugh.
After she healed him she didn’t move out of his arms straight away. “Before they get here, I was wondering if we could make a deal?” She purred.
“What sort of deal?” He asked, running his hands up the side of her body, intrigued to find out why she’s being so nice to him all of a sudden.
“I’ll let you stay in my house if you don’t tell your Alpha that I already bit you…” She gave him a bright toothy smile.
Hell yeah, he thought, then decided to chance his luck. “I’ll say deal, if, you keep being this nice to me.”
She bust out laughing. He figured it was a long shot.
“Fine,” Damian agreed, “I wont tell him, but if he asks me outright I cant lie.”
“Fucking wolves.” She muttered as she walked away from him.
“Where are you going?” He demanded.
“They’re here.” She announced walking out of the kitchen.