I removed my sweater and looked at the injury on my right arm. It wasn’t just a graze—it passed through my skin and came out the other way, barely missing my bone. Jace had left to get a bowl of water and some clean bandages. I sat on a stool in Jace’s office on the second floor. My leg wouldn’t stop shaking from nervousness, so I examined the room, hoping it would change my mind. It had a bay window and allowed him to view what was happening below and on the same level. I had to admit I was a little embarrassed from the last time I had seen Jace and took the minutes he was away to calm my fluttering heart. We had kissed, and I didn’t even remember it… also, so much has happened since. I passed my sweater over the bullet holes to remove some of the crusted blood and saw it had scabbed. I frowned when I discovered that. It should have still been oozing. The wound was barely an hour old, and I had repeatedly moved my arms. The door to the office creaked, and Jace came inside with a

After combing the house and earning myself a few side glances from Mrs. Dunkan, who had kept a watchful eye on my every coming and going, I stepped inside the shower. Up to now, Jace was still a mystery to me. I couldn’t find anything to give me insight into his life. Also, this house looked inhabited. It had a sterile feel, as though no one had really lived there since the purchase and renovations. I was getting a “staged” home vibe to entice future buyers. Regardless of whether it was staged, I had to hand it to Jace. The bathroom in this room was gorgeous. Floor-to-ceiling tiles with no shower entrance or window separations. I liked the open concept. The shower head was long and extensive and mimicked rain. There were two other showerheads on each side, and when I pushed a button, it shot a more substantial stream that massaged my aching back. Heck, I was never leaving this shower. Soon, steam filled the room and wrapped me in a warm cocoon. Mrs. Dunkan had not joked about gett

I checked the surrounding buildings, circled around my neighbourhood several times, and when I was convinced no one was around, I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head and marched to my VW Beetle. God, I had missed her! I looked to see if anything was amiss, and when I saw they had left it undisturbed, I climbed inside and started the engine. I wanted to find Lukas, but before that, I went straight to the orphanage that took me in all those years ago. They had to have some kind of record about me? That was back in the 90s, so I feared the paper files might have been damaged or moved. It was a risk I needed to take. I took the highway and left the city. The orphanage—the children’s home, I should rather say, was some thirty-odd minutes out of town. I spent the entire drive in silence, thinking of my time there. When I transitioned from one foster home to another, they would bring me to the children’s home until my accommodations were made. I remembered the director of the estab

Lukas teased his cock at my entrance and made me shudder. He pressed me down, forcing me to arch my back, and the wait was killing me. I finally felt his tip part my pussy and slowly enter. I cringed, wondering if the size would fit. When it continued to slide in, I sucked in a breath and waited until my ass cheeks touched Lukas’s thighs. I groaned and clenched my lower belly. He was so deep inside me that I thought he would split me in half. Lukas backed away and slammed it back inside.Holy shit. We were really doing this! My toes curled from the pressure of his dick rubbing against my internal walls, and my eyes rolled back. Lukas removed his hand from my shoulder blades, and, while keeping a steady stride, he scooped me up, placing both of his large hands over my breasts and pulled me to his chest.I moaned as I sensed the friction shift inside of me. I leaned my head on Lukas’s shoulder and circled my hands over his wrists to keep myself upright. He rolled my nipples between hi

I sat on the front steps of Moe’s house and waited impatiently for Lukas to arrive. While I waited, I thought back to when I first met Jace. It was days after I had brought Michael Umbridge into the police precinct. Had he orchestrated that I bump into him to force a meeting between us? I then thought about when I went to Jace for help after the group of men came to get me at the lookout and how he seemed uncomfortable at the sight of my wound. Had it been because he was hungry? Again, when Mrs. Dunkan said it appeared already healed by the smell of my injury, did that also mean she was a vampire? “Oh, fuck me,” I said as I buried my face in my hands. I was stupid. I heard the familiar sound of Lukas’s bike and picked up my feet. I ran to the street's curb, and when he saw me, he hurriedly parked the motorcycle and removed his helmet. I sank into his arms and inhaled his cologne, which calmed me a little. “What’s the matter? Are you feeling ill? You’re whiter than usual.” He asked