Chapter 18

Feeling refreshed and deliciously satisfied, I wake up in my bed alone.

Sitting up, I stretch my arms up above my head and practically purr in happiness. My legs ache from quaking, and my stomach muscles are sore from the multiple orgasms I thought were a myth.

Turns out, I just needed a vampire to deliver them.

Smiling, I climb from the bed and pad into the bathroom, switching on the taps in the giant clawfoot tub. Emptying bath salts into the steaming water, I sit on the edge and swirl them around, hoping something in here is good for sore muscles.

My fingertips find the tiny puncture wounds on my neck, and I shiver, remembering exactly how good it was to have Tyson's teeth buried there. Each pull, as he took his fill, felt like it was connected directly to my core, each suck like he was sucking my clit. I can feel myself getting hot and flustered just thinking about it.

Clenching my thighs, I let my head fall back, and I chuckle, giddy at the prospect of trying it again tonight. When I let my mind wander, imagining what it would be like to get bitten with him inside me. I moan just at the thought, knowing instinctively that even though it should be impossible, it'll be even better.

Tyson made it clear though, that'll only happen if I'm ready to be marked, because there"ll be no going back. I'm excited, but also nervous; I have a feeling that if he feeds from me again, I'll be begging for his cock, and we've barely scratched the surface of getting to know each other.

I turn up the cold tap, deciding maybe I need a cool shower to calm down my raging libido. Getting marked because I'm blissed out and horny isn't a great plan. Slipping off my crumpled dress, and briefly wondering where I left my panties, I climb into the water and sink below the surface.

Choosing some expensive body wash, I lather myself as I lounge in the water, dreamily picturing his handsome face smiling down at me, smug and self-satisfied as I laid on the dining room table. Cheeks heating, I grin as I remember him carrying me upstairs and setting me down gently on the bed. He was so sweet as he tucked me in, kissing me gently like I was the most precious thing in the world.

But… What did he say?

Revenge. SHIT. Revenge?

Groaning, I rest my head back on the lip of the tub and curse, slapping the surface of the water in frustration. Just when I finally thought we were on the same page, Tyson has to turn all plotting, evil-bad-guy again.

Because he definitely said revenge. And if I remember correctly, he sounded quite happy about it.