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“Rude?” I grin as her surprised expression snaps to mine. I lift my hips as I push hers down, making sure she can feel my cock against her core. “Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black? All things considered, of course.”

“Felix?” Zia whispers in confusion, even though there’s a touch of heat in her words. “What are you doing?”

Lifting my head, I bring my mouth close to her throat, my lips ghosting over her jugular before I lick it in one slow drag of my tongue. “I’m hungry, Zia.”

She shudders when I do it again and just as I’m about to tug her down and take a bite, the goddamn doorbell rings and breaks the spell.

Zia’s head swivels toward the bedroom door as she pops up off my chest, my hands releasing her immediately as I let out a frustrated sigh.

“I didn’t order anything,” she says with a scowl. “Maybe Kiza forgot something?”

Then I’m watching her climb off my body and hurry toward the door, the crazy little female warning me not to go anywhere while she’s gone before my captor disappears into the hall.

Go anywhere?

I chuckle at the thought.

It’s not like I can fight her off in my weakened state, and I haven’t exactly been trying very hard to get out of here, but now that I’ve smelt her blood?

Not only will I not be going anywhere while she’s gone, I’m not sure I’ll be able to leave Zia without having at least a taste of her. And once I have a taste, I will definitely be eating my fill.

Chapter Nine

Azizia

Felix stays in the doorway of the bedroom, lurking in the shadows like a… well, like a vampire.

His eyes are on me as I move to the door, wondering who the hell could be here.

I hesitate as I reach the door, worried that it may be the cops or a demon coming to capture me.

Rae said he took care of everything with the house, but maybe he didn’t. Maybe someone is here looking for the woman who owned this house before me. The one I killed.

I glance over my shoulder at the bathroom, and imagine that weird looking alien thing, and a shiver runs up my spine. Are his friends here to take him to the mothership?

I take a breath, grab the handle, and open the door.

There’s no one there.

What the… I stick my head out and look both ways.

No one.

Not a single person.

I step onto the porch, my foot snagging on something, and I trip, but catch myself and don’t go flying face-first into the dirt and look like a fool in front of Felix. I can’t make myself look stupid in front of him. I need him to love me. To like me as much as I like him.

So far, it seems I’m failing at that, considering everything I do is just… wrong.

When I right myself, I look down and spot a small brown box.

I pick it up and see the address is for this house, but the name Karen Brown definitely isn’t me…

Must have been the woman I killed. Sucks she ordered this and never got it. Just means she won’t miss it though.

I walk into the house and lock the door.

“Well?” Felix calls as I walk to the bedroom, shaking the box. It’s not heavy, and doesn’t sound like anything breakable. Hopefully, it’s something I can enjoy since Karen won’t.