Chapter 36

And then he’d licked that birth mark on my throat and licked it again and had me hovering on the brink of climaxing for what felt like hours. When he’d finally slid his fangs into me, I was so ready for it, and I’d come so hard I’d blacked out.

Would it be the same way with a lady vampyre?

I didn’t know, and I was a little leery about it, but I was willing to give it a try.

* * * *

That was how I wound up with a house of my own at the age of eighteen.

I was proud of my little bungalow and couldn’t wait to show Dad, so I was going to have him over for the Thanksgiving weekend, and I’d cook dinner. I mean, how tough could that be? I’d watched him over the years: he put the turkey in the oven, turned on the timer, and we watched football until the timer went “ding.”

And just to make sure, there was that little pop-up thingy that…um…popped up once it was done.

As far as I could see, it was a no-brainer.