him. Several times, even after he thinks he’s killed
me off.”
Chapter Seven
“Kellen!” Frankie called as she raced up the steps to the
third floor. “Kellen! Are you up?”
He caught her just inside the door to his sanctuary. “Of course
I am. I’ve been pacing since half an hour after you left this morning. I could
feel you but I couldn’t tell what was happening. First time ever I didn’t sleep
at all during the day.”
“I did it!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Gods, I was so nervous
walking in there. I thought they’d check closer after I wrote on his wall but
they barely looked at us.”
“Why would they? I’m sure you turning up as part of his
established cleaning crew is not a move he would ever anticipate. Tell me about
it.”
“Being the new girl, I was assigned bathrooms as expected.
The woman in charge of us only checked the first one, you know, to be sure I
cleaned it satisfactorily. Once I was sure she wouldn’t keep checking I wrote
on each mirror. I even went back and got the first one. I wish I could see his
face when he discovers it.”
“Me too.” Kellen grinned. Her exuberance was infectious.
She sobered. “Should I feel guilty that this may cost the
cleaning place an account?”
“I wouldn’t.” He hugged her. “They’ll fill in the time spent
at his place with somewhere else soon enough. Concentrate on him. Even though
he won’t replace the firm himself it’ll still be on his mind whenever the new
crew comes in.”
“True.” She giggled. “So…”
“Yes?”
“You going to bite me now?” she wondered, tilting her neck
toward him.
Kellen laughed. He couldn’t help himself. “You sure you’re
ready for this? Ready to give up daylight forever?”
“Absolutely. You know I spent the last month outside
thinking about it. Sure, the sun on my face is nice, but you and all we’ve discussed
are so much more appealing.”
“And what you’ll be able to do to him.”
“Of course, but that’s becoming such a minor part of things.
Oh I’ll do it. I’ll make life a living hell for him as long as it takes. But
you’ve made it possible for me to move on once I have. Thank you, Kellen.”
“You’re welcome.”
She angled her head again. “Ready?”
He chuckled. “Patience. Tonight. After I feed.”
“But it won’t be dark for another hour.”
“That’s okay. There’s something I want to do between now and
then.”
“What?” she asked, her eyes wide and curious.
“You’re so cute,” he teased lightly. When he tossed her on
the bed and landed beside her, he looked deeply into her eyes. All playfulness
evaporated. “Frankie,” he whispered before claiming her mouth.
By the time Kellen lifted his head Frankie was breathless.
He propped himself on his elbow, studying her. Very slowly, watching her
expression the whole time, he unbuttoned her shirt. Her pulse rate increased
with each button he opened. When he was finished she was practically vibrating
with anticipation. With great restraint he leaned down and licked her neck.
Frankie gasped. “Please.”
“Later,” he murmured against the paleness of her throat.
Kellen moved lower and kissed the mounds of flesh pushed up
by her bra. She arched her back in offering. Sitting up, he grasped the flimsy
lace and yanked, severing the cups to expose her breasts. Her nipples were
peaked and hard. When he scraped an areola with his fangs while tonguing the
bud she shivered.
“I will bite you here too.” He shifted to the other side.
“And here.”
“Now!” she pleaded.
“No.”
“But Kellen—”
“No. Not until I feed. I need the added blood for both of
us.” He drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard enough to bruise,
eliciting a moan. “Don’t worry, Frankie. Once I have I won’t deny either of
us.”
After extended teasing of her nipples he moved lower,
popping the button on her jeans. He could scent her arousal. It was almost
enough for him to forget himself. Frankie
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