Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 11248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 56(@200wpm)___ 45(@250wpm)___ 37(@300wpm)
He turns his head back and continues to work his magic tongue against me, licking and sucking and not stopping until an orgasm rolls through me. I dig my fingers into the mattress, letting out a loud moan as I come.
Lucas doesn’t stop there. He picks me up, and I feebly hold onto him as my body reels from coming so hard. He sits back on the edge of the bed. I’m straddling him, and grip onto his neck so I can position myself for him to enter me. I cry out when he does, and Lucas puts his mouth to my neck, fangs against my skin. He presses down, biting me. A twinge of pain mixes with the pleasure flooding my veins, followed by the weird sensation of him sucking my blood from my body. Growling, he takes another mouthful of blood as I fuck him. I’m still so sensitive, so wound up from before that it doesn’t take long for me to come again.
Lucas takes his mouth off my neck and rests his forehead against mine, pushing me down on him as he comes. We fall back into bed together, and he puts two fingers over the little bite wounds on my neck, holding the pressure until the wounds clot.
“You should get some sleep,” he tells me when I come back into the room after cleaning myself up. He’s laying naked in bed and is so fucking beautiful. “We can watch Die Hard tomorrow.”
“Okay,” I agree, knowing I’m going to pass out as soon as I snuggle down into the covers—and I do, sleeping for a solid six hours before waking up needing to use the bathroom. I sleepily walk back to bed and fall back asleep as Lucas rubs my back. The next time I wake up, Scarlet is stretched out in Lucas’s spot and soft sunlight streams through the bedroom window.
“It’s snowing again,” I whisper to my hellhound and slowly get up and get dressed. Lucas is his is office working, and Binx lets me know there are several packages on the porch from an early morning delivery.
I start my coffee, turn on Christmas music, and get the packages from the porch.
“Yes! Your Christmas sweaters arrived!” I tell my familiars, who all suddenly think they sense something dark in the woods and have to go check it out. Rolling my eyes, I lay out the sweaters and get Scarlet to at least sit still for me to try on her sweater. “It fits!” I grab my phone from the counter where I left it last night to take a picture and realize I have a missed called from Vanessa from just a few minutes ago.
I call her back and she answers right away.
“Hey, Callie. I tried getting a hold of Kristy but her phone goes right to voicemail.”
She’s at the Covenstead and has no service, that’s why. “Oh, she probably forgot to charge it. Is everything alright?”
“I’m supposed to go into the store at ten, but, uh, I can’t leave my house until after the police talk to me.”
“Are you okay?” I rush out.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Personally. I am,” she rambles and I know something bad happened. “But I can’t say the same thing for one of my neighbor. She, um, took her dog for a walk this morning and never came back. Another neighbor found her body in the bushes behind her house.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah. And, um, she…she had her stomach torn open…just…just like how that guy was murdered last night.”
CHAPTER 3
So much for thinking the demon won’t attack again until nightfall.
“I’ll go into the store. Don’t even worry,” I tell her. “Keep me updated on what you find out.” Damn, that didn’t sound too obvious, did it? “And be careful.”
“The paper this morning said Mr. Martinez was killed by a wild animal. Do you think that’s what did it? I mean…I don’t know. I’m scared.”
“Me too,” I lie. “And maybe. It’s getting cold and with all the new construction in Paradise Valley, coyotes are being driven from their homes. Plus, we had that issue with those rogue bears coming through town a few years ago.” I almost wince saying it. There were no bears and I still can’t believe anyone bought that lie.
“Right. I remember that. So scary. Be careful, Callie. You have a lot of woods around your house.”
“I will be. I’ll keep my phone by me if you need anything.”
“Okay. I’ll come into work when I can. I could use the distraction.”
“Just let me know,” I tell her and end the call. I log onto the Thorne Hill Post’s Facebook page and scan through the article about Mr. Martinez, shaking my head at the incorrect information.
“Lucas,” I call, knowing he can hear me. I pour myself a cup of coffee and meet him halfway from the kitchen to his office.