Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 122030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
“You could say that.”
She turns her body into mine. We are already naked, so I’m practically chuckling at the ease of this new development. Sex hadn’t even crossed my mind. Wasn’t even in the top ten list of things I require this slave to provide me before I make my way home to check on my sick feeder.
I reach out and drag the back of my forefinger down her sweet cheek. “You are so lovely. But unfortunately, darling, I have pressing matters to attend to. Perhaps another time.”
The slave huffs out some kind of objection.
But the girl… the girl kisses me through the air and practically moans out the word, “Perhaps.”
Then the slave is bundling her up in that sheet, shoving her clothes into her chest, and pushing her out the door into the frigid winter air.
“I’ll call you later.” He slams the door in her face, turns to me, and bows low from the waist. “My lord. I have everything you need.”
I sigh, wishing I had time to fuck the girl. But the feeder is not doing well. And it bothers me that neither Lucia nor Josep bothered to come tell me about this development.
Something is amiss at home.
And then there is the lavender ghost who dreamwalked her way into my awakening.
Finally, the spell will be broken and I can get on with things.
While I’ve been thinking these thoughts, the slave has hurriedly taken a bag of blood out of the freezer and is putting it in a blender to chop it up. “Do you want me to heat it?”
“Yes, of course. I’m not an animal.”
“No, my lord. You’re not.”
He’s not afraid of me. Nor should he be. I’m not going to hurt him. I’m certainly not going to drink him. The vampire lore really fucked up everything regarding the blood. We can’t simply drink anyone we wish. That’s ludicrous. We feed on the Black blood of Black witches. Evil creatures, they are. Even more despicable than my own race. At least vampires don’t breed girl-babies to offer up as feeders, do we?
Not that I’m complaining. I need that blood from those baby girls. All three of us do, these days. Oh, that’s another thing. Covens of vampires?
It’s laughable.
There are three of us in all of North America. Me, Lucia, and Josep.
Although we are all unique. Not even the same race, actually. I am the only pure vampire of the group. The bloodlines of the other two are very muddy.
So there’s me. And that’s it. We’re not hunting the humans looking for food. We mind our own business. We keep to ourselves. We do our own thing.
Most of the time, anyway.
I look back at the door, once again wishing I had time for sex.
The slave sighs, noticing my attention is still on his woman. “She’s nice.”
I look over at him. He was born into this position. His family has been taking care of me for hundreds of years now. It’s a good family. A fantastic arrangement. His name is Hutch. “Good. You should fuck her some more, get her pregnant, and give me a boy. You’re what, twenty-four now? You’re running out of time, Hutch.”
“Um, yeah. Maybe. I like her—”
“I don’t care if you like her. I need you to produce me a boy. We need to keep on track—you won’t live forever, now will you? And that little tart has mother-of-monsters written all over her.”
I know what he’s thinking. He’s thinking… Maybe I can get out of this curse somehow? Maybe I can save myself, or my future wife, or my future child from this life of slavery?
But he can’t.
I won’t kill him, but I have other ways of making him comply.
“You have eighteen months, Hutch. If that girl has not produced a boy in eighteen months, there will be consequences.”
“But what if it’s a girl?”
“You wish. You’re not even capable of producing a female. Haven’t I mentioned that?”
He looks at me, confused.
So apparently this was a forgotten detail. But I’ve been at this for so long, I can’t be held responsible for leaving miscellanea out of the story.
Hutch sighs. “Isabella really is a nice girl.”
I nearly guffaw. “Not nice enough to be spared. She was going to let me fuck her, Hutch. Right in front of you. I might still take her up on that, but I don’t have time at the moment. Get her pregnant, give me a boy, and find another one to settle down with. Is that so hard?”
She’s not a nice girl, she’s a slut. We both know that. But I have mistaken his infatuation for lust. They were already asleep and it’s barely seven PM on New Year’s Eve. And they had obviously already had sex. So. He’s falling for her.
“She’s not worth it. She’s not good enough for you.”
“I don’t want her to be the breeder, Paul. I just—”