Immortal Cravings
I shifted, trying to ease the growing ache in my pussy, and tried to remember why I'd sworn off men.
The corner of one full lip curled up as he searched my face. I looked down, unable to meet the intensity, the vitality of his gaze. I know I'm a pretty pathetic excuse for a vampire. My pink fuzzy sweater should have given that away. What kind of vampire wears pink? But the sweater had been a birthday gift from my friend Jess and, honestly, I absolutely loved it.
"You look a little pale," he murmured, moving in closer and taking my hand with an unexpectedly gentle touch. "This is primarily a wolf bar, but we can get you something to help with that...a nice red, perhaps?"
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