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A week after the embarrassing incident, Mark made yet another suggestion. “Just give it a shot, Samson,” he insisted after Samson said no for the hundredth time. “The guy is completely trustworthy. He won’t breathe a syllable to anybody about this.” His old friend couldn’t possibly be serious. “A shrink? You want me to go see a shrink?” Samson asked, looking at Mark like that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard come out of his friends mouth. And it probably was. “I’m a One hundred and Fourty three year old vampire, Mark. What could this guy possibly say to me that I haven’t heard before?” Samson asked.

/ I say in a cold tone, then tune her out as I get ready for the day. I decided on a pair of tight-fitting dark blue jeans, heels, and a black collared blouse to look a bit more professional. I wouldn’t say I like wearing makeup, so I settle on lip gloss as I curl my long hair. By the time I’m finished, an annoyed-looking Fenriz is sitting on the edge of his bed and tapping his foot. “Christ, I forgot how long women take,” he grumbles and stands up, walking over to me. “Come, we’re going to be late.”

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

But here, beneath the blinding halogen lights and the championship banners, I felt completely free. I pushed into the Falcons’ locker room. It was mostly empty, save for the equipment manager setting out fresh towels. I walked straight to my corner stall, dropping my battered CCM bag to the rubber-matted floor. I sat on the wooden bench, pulled out a fresh roll of black tape, and began the meticulous, grounding ritual of wrapping my stick. *Round and round. Perfect overlaps. No wrinkles. Absolute control.* "You look like you went twelve rounds with a concrete wall, Cap."

Corey was looking at me with a smile on his face, “So are you two a thing now?” If blushing actually burned, my skin would be melting right now. “Corey.” Frankie laughed, wrapping his arm around me. “If she lets me, then hell yeah, won’t miss that chance twice.” I smiled when he said that. I looked at Corey and Rocky. They looked tired. “Was it a busy day today?” Corey nodded, walking to the fridge. “The usual, I snagged some products for you by the way.” He opened the fridge, showing the top rack full of beer and a few different liquors.

My eyes followed the vein that traveled from the head of his cock down to his groin. Mmm, I love cocks. They're so magnificent. But I never knew they could be this magnificent. Shawn has such a magnificent cock. I slowly wrapped my hand around the shaft, moved my head and licked the tip. He sucked in a breath. Josh kept talking. “So, for question three, do we dock points if they miss the counter-argument entirely?” Trevor cleared his throat. “Yeah… full two points off if it’s missing completely.” I circled my lips around the head, gave it a slow suck, swirling my tongue. His hand fisted in my hair, trying to pull me off.

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”