Her eyes gleamed. “Yeah? Do tell.”
“It involves your legs hooked over my shoulders, my cock deep inside you, and my teeth in your skin.”
She pursed her lips. “The plan has potential. Is there more?”
“A lot more.” I licked at her throat. “I like sex with Drunk Sam. Drunk Sam lets me do things that Sober Sam refuses to believe ever happened.” Things that always made her blush the next evening. Not a lot made my mate blush.
“Then maybe you should hurry and take advantage of Drunk Sam.”
“Maybe I should.” I kissed her hard, deep, long. Taking my time, eating at her mouth the same way I intended to eat other parts of her. She could still, even after years of being mated, get me hard with just a look. She never ceased to surprise me. She kept me on my toes. And she still meant more to me than anything else. The woman fucking owned me. But since she belonged to me just as much as I belonged to her, I was good with that. “Love you, baby.”
“And I love you. But you’re not naked. This is a problem.”
I chuckled. “I’ll rectify that, shall I? Then I can get inside you and make you scream for me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Must we always have this conversation? I don’t scream.”
Oh, she did. And she was loud. “I’ll enjoy proving you wrong and making you scream my name.” I always did.
“You’re still not naked!”
“I’m shy.”
She growled, “Pain in my arse.”
“By dawn, that’s exactly what you’ll have after I’m done with you.”
A pause. “Just don’t tell Sober Sam about it.”
I laughed. “I really fucking love you.” Then I set about making her scream.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I need to say a massive thank you to my family for just being them. They’re amazing people and always so supportive. I honestly couldn’t do it without them.
Also, huge thanks to my Beta reader, Andrea Ashby – she’s a total rock star and I loved her.
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Here’s an excerpt of the first in the Deep in Your Veins Series, ‘Here Be Sexist Vampires’
CHAPTER ONE
(Sam)
I knew before I even reached the doorstep of the building that someone was in my flat. I knew that they were unfamiliar. I knew that their mood was calm, cool. And I knew that they were a vampire. Like me.
When I reached the top level of the building I found my Sire’s two dull looking vampire guards stood outside my door as usual, seemingly unaware of the vampire inside. I thought about alerting them, but then curiosity came to call. The strange vampire had to be powerful in order to remain off the radar of the guards and yet he, or she, apparently had no interest in concealing their presence from me. Okay, they had me intrigued.
Just as calm and collected as the intruder, I unlocked the door and headed straight for the tiny, outdated kitchen. While rooting through my plastic shopping bag for the carton of milk, I called out, “I don’t have all night so I’d appreciate it if you told me what you want.”
At this point I had established by their scent that they were male, seeing as females tended to smell sweeter. I was also able to tell, going by the fizzing feeling in the flat, that this particular vampire was extremely powerful: a master vampire for sure.
The footsteps behind me were soft, slow, non-threatening. Whatever this vampire wanted, it wasn’t a brawl. “Evening Miss Parker,” he said politely, “I’ve been waiting for you.” It was rare that I heard such a well-spoken voice around this area of London. My neighbours – most of whom were drug addicts, poverty stricken, or criminals – would be more than tempted to try to mug the bloke. Well they would be in for one hell of a surprise if they did.
Milk carton in hand, I finally turned to look him. “So I see.”