“That’s why I have you. Mr. Morality.” Rick slapped Dominic on the shoulder and moved toward the bar. “But, my friend, my eating habits pale in comparison to the knowledge that you can’t hear the sexy hot spot behind the bar.”
“Let’s move toward the bar and keep your thoughts to yourself, will you?”
Sure. If you want, I could count the ways your life is going to change. One: If she’s a full blown succubus too, you’ll end up losing the feeling to your cock before you ever get enough sleep to rejuvenate. Two: You’ll bond your life to one woman. Three: you’ll give up your cushy hunter position. Did I mention bond yourself to one person? Rick said telepathically.
Just because I can’t hear her, doesn’t mean it’s bonding. She may not even accept me. Just keep your thoughts to yourself, Dominic replied, and moved toward the bar. With a tap and a gentle mental push to the men around him, he was at the bar just in time to see the brunette drop a pitcher of water down her silver tank top. Her taut nipples strained against the fabric and, for the first time in centuries, he was close to losing his control. His fangs scraped against his lower lip and he had to focus on the topic at hand, not what he wanted in his hands. Sex screamed through his body and it took every second of his long life just to keep from licking her skin, catching her essence on his tongue.
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish