The Mouth Breather 1

Christine

I woke with the curtains drawn, the tiny hint of light escaping on the floor. One beam of sunshine hit the mirror that shone in my eye. Eyes squinting, I go to stretch only to feel a hard erection behind me.

Oh, fudge, that wasn't a dream.

I had sex with a vampire.

I made love with a vampire.

He was my mate, beloved.

The brief moment of fear washed away when I felt Sebastian snuggle deeper into my hair. Not having time to pull it up into a nice bun to escape a treacherous time of untangling the mess was well worth it. He purred in his throat, which I didn't fully understand to be a thing until him.

His nose buried deeper. The sun's rays finally leaving my side of the pillow. It was a cat's purr. It very much reminded me of Christopher when he was happy and content or trying to soothe any ailment I may have had as a young child.

It had to have been early morning, the sun just hopping over the horizon. I moved my back end on his erection, and his naked torso plastered to