chapter Three
Seamus smelled Cara's blood flowing before he saw her. The SUV peeled back into reverse and took off, the guy behind the wheel looking panicked, his eyes glassy with shock and alcohol. With the car gone, Seamus had a clear view down the street to where Cara lay in a heap, her leg tucked under her at an awkward angle, blood seeping from her head down onto the street.
He ran,Ugly and Stupid behind him, sniping at each other.
"This is your fault," the one said.
"My fault?What did I do?"
"You had to get distracted. You had to think with your fangs. And now she's dead, Fox isn't, and the other chick is gone."
Seamus half listened, the fact that they knew who he was barely registering.Their attack wasn't random, but he couldn't deal with that at the moment. His concern was for Cara. He kneeled down, digging through her hair to find her neck and search for a pulse. If he strained, he could hear a heartbeat, but it was faint, irregular, and he wasn't sure if it was real, or wishful thinking on his part.
This woman couldn't be dead. If she was, it was his fault. He had approached her backstage, he had reached out to her mentally, connected them. She must have sensed something was happening in the alley and she had walked into the middle of that mess because of him. Guilt was a terrible thing. He had nearly smothered under it back during the Revolution. Had only crawled back out because Ethan had forced him to, and he wasn't at all sure he could do it a second time.
He wasn't finding Cara's pulse. "Damn it." He brushed her long hair out of the way, scooted in closer.
"She's dead, man."
"Fuck you."
"Can I have a little taste now?" the second guy said."Before her blood gets cold."
Now that made Seamus angry.Very, very angry. He stood up and yanked the knife right out of Ugly's hand. "Get the hell out of here before I drive this through your black heart."
Ugly scoffed. "Try it."
Seamus did. The knife went right into the man's chest, sinking deep with a sick sucking sound.
"Shit, I can't believe you did that." The guy jerked back, swearing and grabbing at his chest."You bastard!"
His friend laughed and made no move to help him. Seamus reached back and pulled a piece of metal off the ground, car refuse from the accident. Before Stupid even had time to react, Seamus cut off his laughter by stabbing him in the same spot as the other guy. It wouldn't kill either of them, since it wasn't wood, but it would hurt like hell and get them away from Seamus.
" Ow! What'd you do that for?" Stupid looked downright indignant as he glanced down at the injury. "I didn'tmean for her to wind up dead. Not my fault mortals are so breakable."
"You were going to kill me, weren't you?" Seamus asked, pressing the bottom of his shirt onto Cara's head wound, knowing it was futile, feeling sick and bitter and hating himself.
"Well " They darted glances at each other, both grimacing and grabbing their chests. "Yes."
"Go away before I cut your damn heads off!"
They took him seriously and shuffled off awkwardly, bitching and moaning to each other.
Seamus stopped pressing at Cara's wound. His shirt fell away, covered in her blood, as he picked up a limp hand, felt for a pulse, any sign of life.
Nothing.
She was so beautiful, even with her face contorted in agony and surprise. Her robe was sliding open, her bare breast pale, her chest still. Seamus rearranged the fabric to cover her back up. Pulled her broken leg out from under her, and brushed her hair off her lips and cheek.
"Damn it." He knew what he was thinking. Knew he shouldn't be. Seamus stood up, paced back and forth.Ignored the hunger that gnawed at his gut from the scent of her blood spilling out over the street. "This is a bad idea."
It wasn't just a badidea, it was a horrible, dumb-ass idea. They were in the middle of a reelection year, and Ethan was fighting for every single vote. Having his campaign manager turn a mortal just for the hell of it would raise eyebrows. It would undermine Ethan's current presidential policy of vampire population control. The latest polls showed Ethan only had a narrow lead of fifty-two percent with a two percent margin of error.
Turning Cara would be a bad political decision, a complete strategical error.
"Shit, shit, shit." Seamus ran his hand through his hair and glanced down at Cara's body. Blood encircled her head and shoulders in a dark, sticky puddle as Seamus marveled that her eyeliner was perfectly intact on her closed lids, still drawn out into those cat eyes he'd found so sensual.
"Oh, man." He couldn't do it. He just couldn't walk away and leave her like this. It was his fault she was dead, and he had to fix it to the best of his ability.
"Good thing you're used to nightlife, Cara," he said as he dropped back on his haunches, talking out loud to give himself courage. "Look at it this way. Now you'll always be able to find work as a dancer. Your body will never change. That's something." He gathered her limp body in his arms and retreated to the alley."Right?"
Like she was going to answer.She was dead and was going to stay that way until he stopped dicking around and bit her.
Okay, he could do this. Seamus tilted her head to gain access to her neck. Her head flopped back over his arm, her hair dangling toward the street in a black cloud. He winced. Yep.Definitely dead. Her jugular vein showed clearly through her fair skin and Seamus took a deep breath, bent over, and sank his fangs into her smooth flesh before he could change his mind.
He was acutely aware of the stillness of her body, the lack of a heartbeat, the need to use more effort to pull her blood up into his mouth since her heart wasn't pumping it out to him. There were no thoughts from her either, none of the usual jumble of emotions, confusion, sexual desire, and titillation he had always experienced when he fed from live donors.
Cara was no longer alive and the guilt of that made him draw harder, faster. This wasn't fair, that the one night he decided to forgo his loner status he wound up responsible for another death. And even turned, Cara would be his responsibility, to guide andadvise , just like he did with Kelsey since he had revived her.
It was the great truth, illustrated for him all over again. Life for Seamus Fox was not meant to be fun, or filled with pleasure. He had been bound to the land in physical servitude as a mortal. That was his role as a vampire as well, and he needed to accept that, stop fighting against it. Deal with it.
When there was no blood left to draw out, Seamus removed his fangs, sick with the feeling of fullness. Using his teeth, he sliced open his wrist and dribbled blood on Cara's, lips. She didn't respond at all, so he forced her mouth open with his fingers and let his blood run down into her mouth. He raised her jaw to encourage swallowing, and after sixty seconds, he sensed her stirring back to life.Felt her arm jerk against his thigh.
Then she started thrashing, jerking her lips away from his blood, her hand slapping weakly at him.
"You're going to be fine, it's okay," he said, in a lame effort to calm her down. He wished he'd had a mother who had comforted him as a child, but his da had been more inclined to cuff Seamus on the head when he was sick, to toughen him up. Whether his mother had agreed with that philosophy was unknown to him since she'd died during his birth. That and the last couple hundred years of avoiding female companionship had left him feeling like an idiot with the whole nurturing thing. He knew nothing about soothing someone's discomfort or fears.
Nor did he understand why Cara was fighting his blood. She kept batting at his wrist, and flinging her head to the side, an expression of distaste on her face. Most mortals clung to the source of vampire blood, and wanted more.Would feed until they burst that first time if they were allowed. This particular mortal, soon to be immortal, was wrinkling her nose like she smelled something rotten.
First she'd resisted his mind-reading attempts.Turned down his offer for coffee. Now she wouldn't take his blood. How many ways could one woman reject him in a night?
He didn't want to find out.
"Come on, Cara, you have to drink it." There was no going back at this point, but if she didn't drink enough blood, she'd be too weak to fully make the change. He wasn't even sure what would happen if she refused to drink. Starvation, he guessed.Which would be horrible to suffer through.
Slashing his other wrist, he let the blood flow freely without making her drink, to let her smell the rich scent, let her hunger recognize it, desire it. He moved her head down into his lap, pinning her lower body to the ground with his leg so she couldn't wiggle away. With his right hand securely in her hair, he took his other wrist and let the blood drop over her mouth again, hoping for better results.
She still frowned and turned her head, but her tongue also popped out and licked a bead off her lips. Relieved, Seamus put his wrist right onto her mouth so she could drink faster. Her hand gripped his knee weakly, like she was going to push him away, but instead she settled down and let him feed her.
"That's it, good. You'll feel better in a minute." He hoped.
After five minutes her eyes suddenly popped open and she wrenched her mouth away from his wrist. "I told you I didn't want any coffee."
He gave a strangled laugh. Even though her face was upside down, he could tell she was mad, her dark eyes spitting fire. It wasn't gratitude or raging lust, but he'd take it. It was a big improvement over dead.
"It's not coffee, babe, that I can promise you."
"It tastes horrible." She rubbed at her lips. "Why am I in your lap? Did you drug me?"
"No." Did he look like a guy who drugged women? He was kind of insulted by that, but would attribute her statement to her recent trauma. "You got hit by a car, Cara."Might as well ease into the whole "you're now a vampire" thing.
Her eyes went wide. "Am I hurt? I feel kind of strange, like I've been drinking cherry bombs. Light-headed hey, is that my blood?"
She grabbed his wrist and yanked it over in front of her face. "It's everywhere, all over you. This is a lot of blood why don't I feel that hurt? Is the ambulance coming?"
Seamus eased his hand away from her as she struggled to get up. Okay, so how did he put this? "Cara, you were hurt. But you've healed because I gave you my blood to drink."
Maybe that didn't sound right.
"Excuse me?" She gaped at him and scrambled onto her elbows, inching away. "I knew you were trouble. The minute I saw you, I said there's trouble, and I was so right. I mean, you did that whole weird staring thing and I told you my name even though I didn't want to, and then I had this bizarre feeling that you were hurt and so I went out into the alley and you were in my head. I mean, I could hear you in my head. And now you're saying you made me drink your blood what kind of sick game are you playing?"
Seamus was trying to find a way to interrupt and explain that he was immortal when she stopped for air.
"I didn't really drink blood, did I?" Her eyes darted down to his wrists, which had healed and closed, but still had blood smeared on them.
"Well " A little help here would be good, since he had no clue how to handle this. But Seamus knew he wasn't going to get any. He'd done this, now he had to make it right.
Cara touched her lips and pulled her fingers back. They were crimson from his blood.
"Holy shit!You made me drink blood. That is sick, sick, sick." She turned on her side and promptly threw up, Seamus's regurgitated blood splashing all over the asphalt.
He darted back to avoid getting hit."Heaven and hell!" He hadn't expected that. "Cara, calm down, I can explain."
Seamus tried to pull her hair back off her face as she finished retching, but she smacked at him.
"Don't touch me. Oh, my God, look at my puke. It's red." She heaved again.
"Okay, okay, the thing is, Cara, I had to give you my blood. You died. The car hit you, and you died. I gave you my blood because I'm a vampire."
She tilted her head a little to look up at him, on her knees, her hair a curtain shielding half her face. There was a brief pause while he wondered what she was going to say, hope rising in him that maybe she understood. Then she started screaming at the top of her lungs.
"Help!Somebody help me!" She stood up, broken leg clearly healed, and ran back to the nightclub door. "The club's on fire!Everyone out!"
Oh, shit. Seamus sighed. Could he screw this up any more?
With vampire speed, he erased the distance between him and Cara. He slapped closed the door that she had started to open. "Cara, you can't do that, darlin '." Trying to be gentle, yet firm, he wrapped his arm around her waist.
She kicked and punched him, wiggling wildly. "Let me go, you lunatic."
"I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you, and everything is going to be okay."
Ignoring his words, she continued to fight to free herself, stomping on his foot and clocking the side of his head with the palm of her hand. That rang his ears a bit, but it wasn't any struggle at all for him to hold her, even with the thrashing.
"Okay, I'm taking you home, and we can discuss this calmly. I'll explain everything to you."
She shrieked. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" That was accompanied by another kick in his shin and an attempt to scratch out his eyes, which he thwarted. Then she reached out and bit his arm, right below his T-shirt sleeve.
He guessed it was an instinctive move, just a survival tactic to escape him, but almost immediately it became more than that. Her bite to hurt became a bite to feed. Seamus felt her new fangs puncture his flesh and eagerly draw on him. The feeling was unexpected and arousing for him, her body flush against his while she drew nourishment from him, her hair brushing against his chest. Seamus shuddered in pleasure, an erection immediately quickly growing firm and thick against her thigh.
Cara sucked and pulled for a long gratifying minute,then she jerked back, his blood on her mouth. Tongue running over herlips, she swallowed hard, distaste clear in the wrinkled moue of her nose and mouth. "What the you're a vampire?"
He nodded.
"I'm a vampire?"
Seamus nodded again, rubbing his free hand along her back, the silkiness of the robe slippery. "Yes."
"No, no, no." She tried to back up again.
It was time to go back to the hotel. "Hold on, Cara." Seamus gripped her firmly, and shot straight up and over the nightclub. They were only a minute from his apartment at the casino, the Ava, if he took to the air.
Cara shrieked in his ear and clamped on his waist with arms and legs. He glanced down into her startled, wild eyes.I'm taking you home with me , he said directly into her mind. It was too windy to speak out loud without shouting and he wanted her to understand who he was. What she was now.
Her head shook back and forth and her teeth rattled. "No, I don't want to."
Seamus kissed her forehead, not sure why, but going on instinct.It will work out, I promise .
"Are we really flying?"
Yes.
"I'm afraid of heights."
Just don't look down.
Which was absolutely the wrong thing to say to someone who was afraid of heights.
She looked down, spasmed against him, and sank in a dead faint.
When Seamus carried Cara onto Ethan's balcony and knocked on the sliding glass door for someone to let him in, he cursed himself. He couldn't have made a bigger mess out of this if he had planned it.
Alexis, Ethan's wife, pulled back the drapes and unlocked the door, her jaw dropping. " Uhh " she said as she opened the door and looked him up and down.
"Don't say anything, alright?" He brushed past her with Cara still passed out in his arms. He and Alexis didn't really get along. Truthfully, she'd always annoyed the crap out of him because of her willingness to disregard rules and protocol. Clearly, he had no business judging her now that he had a fledgling vampire in his arms.
"Did I say anything? I wouldn't dream of saying anything." Alexis was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt and she had her computer on the coffee table, a stack of papers and a half-empty wineglass next to it. "Can I get you anything?A drink?A fresh change of clothes?A membership card to Hypocrites International?"
He supposed he deserved that. He hadn't exactly welcomed Alexis into the Vampire Nation with open arms. "No, thank you. I'm taking her to my room and I'll get us cleaned up there. Sorry to bother you, but my apartment doesn't have a balcony like yours does, and I didn't want to bring her in through the lobby."
She snorted. "I guess not. Want me to call Ethan?"
"No!" he shouted before he could consider it wasn't wise to sound so vehement.
"Chill out." Alexis stared down at Cara. "So, does she have a name? And is there a reason she's covered in blood and passed out? I can hear her breathing so I know she's alive. And I'm assuming it's nothing serious or you'd be calling 911."
"Her name is Cara. She's a stripper I met tonight and she's fine.Now." He wasn't sure he wanted to go into the rest. "And I'd appreciate it if you just kept this quiet for now."
"A stripper?I had no idea you had this kinky side, Seamus." She smirked a little. "But if she would actually like to put on something other than a silk robe when she comes to, I'd be happy to give her a T-shirt."
He hadn't gotten that far in his thought process. He was still somewhere in thejustget her tucked away in his apartment step. "Thanks. But I'm sure I have a T-shirt if she wants one."
"You really are stubborn, aren't you?" Alexis followed him to the front door.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Seamus cradled Cara against his chest and bent awkwardly to turn the doorknob.
"It kills you to have anyone help you. And I think you would shrivel up and die before you actuallyasked for help."
There wasn't any truth to that. He was not stubborn. He was self-sufficient. He could ask for help if he needed it. "You don't know anything about me. I can ask for help." He stepped out into the hallway. "Look, if it makes you feel better, you can get my key card out of my back pocket. It's in my wallet and I don't think I can reach it."
"Fine, I can do that."
"See? I can ask for help." His body rocked a little as Alexis reached into the back pocket of his jeans.
"Yeah, you just sound like an ungrateful prick doing it, but whatever."
"Is there a reason my wife's hand is on your ass?" Ethan said from several feet behind them.
Shit. Seamus just couldn't catch a break. "She's getting my wallet out."
"I could say a million witty things right now," Alexis said. "But Seamus needs to go, honey. He has a bloody chick in his arms."
"Seamus?" Ethan asked in a quiet, questioning voice.
Alexis was too young of a vampire to figure it out, but Seamus knew Ethan was on to him. Closing his eyes briefly, he turned around and faced his friend, mentor,the vampire who had turned him. "Can we go into my room if we're going to discuss this?"
Ethan studied Cara. "We can discuss it later. Take care of her. And if she needs someone to talk to, I'm sure Alexis would be happy to walk her through the change."
"The change?"Alexis's voice rose as she handed him his key card. "Did you turn her? Seamus!"
"Keep your voice down," Ethan reprimanded. He nudged her toward the open door. Alexis smacked him back but let Ethan push her into their apartment.
"Thanks, Ethan." Seamus adjusted Cara's weight in his arms. "And Kelsey is missing again. We were at the SomeLike It Hot nightclub onSpringMountain and we were attacked. Maybe you can call her."
To his credit, Ethan probably had ten questions, but he didn't ask them. He just nodded."Absolutely."
"Thanks." Seamus walked down the hall, swiped the key card, stepped into his suite of rooms, and gently laid Cara down on his bed.
Now he had noclue what the hell to do with her.
She was covered in blood. It was on her cheek, chin,chest , caked in her hair, streaked down her arms, and crusted all over the back of her robe.
The least he could do was wash her face and arms. And maybe inspiration on what to tell her would hit while he was soaping her up.
Cara was having a really excellent dream where she was an Egyptian queen and a buff slave was washing her, rubbing his big, strong hands up and down her arms, across her neck, and down her chest, causing her nipples to tighten and warmth to pool between her legs.
Lazily, she lounged on her back, and through half-open eyes checked out the slave guy servicing her.
Remarkably, he looked like Seamus Fox, the weirdo from the club. Strange that he would be in her dream, and strange that she didn't remember leaving work after meeting him.
He had that intense look on his face again, just the way he had looked at her in the club.Like he was concentrating, like he could see into her mind, her body, her soul. Cara tensed up as his head bent over her. He was going to lick her nipples, suck them hard, and she was really looking forward to it.
Except instead he froze and said, " Uhh "
Cara frowned. That didn't sound very Egyptian slave-like. And why did her chin feel wet?
"Egyptian slave?" he said, leaning over her, the washcloth clenched in his hand. "Cara "
Oh, my God, she wasn't sleeping. She realized it all at once, that she was still in her robe and jeans, that she was in a room she'd never seen before, and that her skin felt damp like Seamus had in reality been washing her. She glanced at the washcloth.Washing off the blood.
She tried to sit up, panic gushing over her. Holy crap, she'd seen some weird alley fight, she'd been hit by a car,she'd thrown up blood.
"Easy now.You're still adjusting to the change." Seamus pushed her onto her back.
"The change?"That's right. He had told her he was a vampire. That she was one now, too. It wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare, and it was her life. "Seamus is that really your name?"
"Yes, it's really my name."
"Am I really a vampire?"
"Yes."
Not what she wanted to hear. Not good, not good at all.
Overcome with nine thousand conflicting feelings, all of them ugly and frightened and hysterical, she stared up into his gorgeous face and searched for something?compassion, friendliness, anything. All she saw was discomfort.
"It will be fine," he said.
"I hate you," she replied, and embarrassed herself by bursting into tears.
Seamus dropped the washcloth, put out his hand, and patted her head. "Shit, don't do that. Don't cry,it's okay."
She swatted at his hand. He was petting her like a dog. "Go away and die." Then she started laughing, hysterical snuffling snorts. "But you can't, can you? You can't die."
"No." He shook his head, looking baffled. "And neither can you now."
Pushing hard on his chest, she sat up. She couldn't lie there like that, feeling helpless, him hovering over her. She choked back more sobs and demanded, "Why didn't you leave me dead in the street? I don't want to be a vampire! I don't like the sight of blood. I don't like black. I'm in vet school and I have three dogs and two cats at home."
Just the thought of her animals sent her into a panic."My babies! What's going to happen to them? I have to call my neighbor so she can let them out in the morning. They're used to me getting home around three."
"Your babies?"
"My dogs.I have two Labs and a Chihuahua , plus a tabby and a tiger." Cara stood up, tugging her robe together at her breasts, and glanced around. Where was the freaking door? She may be dead, but she wasn't Seamus's prisoner. Cara spotted the front door and charged for it.
She got two feet before her legs gave out from under her. The carpet rushed up to meet her and she was two inches from a resounding splat when Seamus grabbed her and scooped her up.
"Whoa take it easy. You need some time before you go tearing off." He smiled down at her as he cradled her in his arms.
It was that charming smile again. The one that pissed her off because she couldn't help but feel her body respond to it. The memory of his hands rubbing over her chest rushed through her mind, making her feel warm and distracted. He really was so damn attractive.
"I'll take care of your pets," he said in a low, gentle voice. "And I didn't leave you on the street dead because it was my fault you were there in the first place. I'm sorry, Cara. I'm very, very sorry."
It was hard to hold on to all of her anger when he looked so full of remorse, so solemn. Cara relaxed in his arms a little, realizing that if he hadn't turned her into a vampire, she would be dead. Something she didn't really like the sound of. Maybe vampire wasn't such a bad deal given the alternative. She would just have to readjust her expectations for her life. But she wanted to go home, be alone, and think.
"You can't go home," he said. "You have to stay with me until I think it's safe for you to leave." He smiled. "And in the meantime, maybe we can explore that Egyptian slave fantasy of yours."
"What?" Cara scrambled to get out of his arms, her cheeks burning. "I don't know what you're talking about!" The bastard was reading her thoughts.Just plucking them right out of her head.
"Yes, I am," he said, with no sign of an apology.
"That's incredibly rude!" Cara managed to get her feet on the ground, but her waist was still trapped in Seamus's grip.
He shrugged. "It's a vampire talent. One I'm good at."
"Well, stop it!" She wiggled in his arms, jerking backward against his grip. All she managed todo was bounce right back into his chest. Her cheek hit his pectoral muscle and her lips tasted the cotton of his T-shirt.
Desperate to get away from him, she bent her knees and dropped down to slip out of his arms, but he just grabbed her shoulders. He had the strength of ten men.The strength of a vampire. He wasn't even struggling to hold her and she suddenly became aware that her face was on his crotch. Her nose was pressing into the denim on his thigh and she could see a bump that wasn't a cell phone.
"Sorry," she said, mortified. This was not a position she'd intended to get into.
"I'm kind of enjoying it," he said, sounding amused. But he still helped her stand until she was facing him.
Cara was breathing hard, feeling dizzy,a sharp burning sensation in her stomach distracting her. Seamus's lip was right in front of her and it was pink, soft. There was a smell she didn't recognize, sharp and tinny, and saliva pooled in her mouth. She went to lick her lips and bit her tongue by accident.
"You're hungry, aren't you?" Seamus asked, his hands stroking her shoulders. "You smell my blood, Cara. You want more, don't you?"
She wasn't sure what she wanted, just that the world seemed sharper, the colors brighter, the sound amplified and super heightened. Her mouth watered, her eyes narrowed, and she focused on the vein in Seamus's neck, pulsing, pulsing,pulsing .
"Go on," he whispered, pulling her flush against his body. "Take what your body wants."
His hand pushed her closer and closer to him until her lips hovered over his flesh, an inch from his neck. Cara shut her eyes, flicked her tongue out,licked him. His breath caught, and she felt a deep hot hunger rip all the way through her, consume her, inflame her. She wanted with a ferociousness that was as frightening as it was powerful. Cara opened her mouth and bit, sinking her new fangs into his body, instinctively sucking his blood up and over her tongue.
It tasted unpleasant, like alcohol on the rocks, harsh and stinging, but even as her mouth protested, her body rejoiced. She felt it warm her everywhere, winging out in all directions, an erotic heady elixir of power and satisfaction. Heat pooled in her womb, tugged at her nipples, tickled between her thighs. She spread her legs on either side of his thigh and rocked herself against him, the hardness of his erection catching her own inner thigh with each bump.
She drank and moved, body pressing against his with growing urgency. It felt delicious, frantic, a desperate desire for more, more, more. Seamus cupped her breast, brushing aside her robe while she continued to draw on him, sucking harder and harder, her grip intense, her body flush with pleasure. When he pinched her nipple, she broke the bite and gave a soft cry as she came. The orgasm took her by surprise, stealing her breath, and sending her head flinging back. She ground against him and rode it out, the sharp pleasure intense and all-consuming.
Cara forced her eyes open, sucked in some air, and stared at Seamus as her body shuddered in tiny aftershocks. "Whoa. Does that always happen?" Maybe this vampire thing had fringe benefits. That was the best orgasm she'd ever had.
Seamus shook his head, his eyes dark and filled with lust. "No."
"Too bad."Cara wiped her mouth and grimaced at the blood. "It tastes disgusting in my mouth, but what it does everywhere else " She shivered in pleasure."Amazing."
He pulled his hand from her breast. "You're amazing, you know that?Gorgeous, just absolutely gorgeous." Seamus brushed her hair off her forehead. "Everything will be fine."
"Okay," she said, because she was feeling too satisfied to care otherwise.
"Now why don't you take a shower while I go check on youranimals. "
Cara touched Seamus's neck where she had bitten. The holes were quickly healing. She wondered how soon he would let her do that again. "Can you bring my babies here? I'd like to see them."
"Of course I can. I want to help you adjust, Cara. I want to make sure you're comfortable. Whatever you want, I'll try to give you."
She ran her finger over his flesh where the wound was almost completely gone. He really, really felt good.
"Whatever I want?" She licked her lips again and wondered if there were other places she could bite him.