Page 87 of Bad Luck Vampire
“Hmm?” She peered at him in question.
Alasdair hesitated, and then growled, “You said you needed to sleep on it. We slept. Are you willing to be my life mate?”
A short laugh slid from her, and Sophie said dryly, “Well, don’t sweep me off my feet with romance there, buddy.”
Sophie was teasing him. Mostly. So she was startled when Alasdair immediately slid off the bed to kneel on one knee before her and took her hands in his.
“Sophie Ferguson, I vow to gi’e ye me heart, me wealth, me verra life, and amazing sex till the day we die, do ye do me the great honor o’ being me life mate and spending however many decades, centuries, or millennia we’re blessed with at me side. Will ye pledge me yer troth?”
A slow smile had spread across her lips as he spoke, and when he finally fell silent, Sophie admitted, “I do love your accent. When it shows itself, I just want to strip you naked and crawl all over you.”
“Is that an aye?” Alasdair asked hopefully.
“You’re damned right it is,” she said, sliding off the bed onto his knee and letting the towel drop to the floor as she planted her lips on his.
Alasdair had barely started to kiss her back when cheering broke out just on the other side of the bedroom door.
They broke their kiss and turned to peer at it briefly, then Alasdair barked, “Go to sleep!”
They listened as the men shuffled away, and then Alasdair turned back to her and smiled. “They like you.”
“I love you,” Sophie responded.
Alasdair froze briefly, and then asked, “Really?”
She nodded solemnly.
“You don’t think it’s too soon to call it love?” he asked.
Sophie narrowed her eyes. “Are you serious right now?”
A smile broke out on his face then, and Alasdair shook his head. “I love you too.”
“How much?” she demanded as he scooped her into his arms and straightened to stand.
“More than my own life,” Alasdair assured her as he carried her around to the side of the bed.
Sophie grunted at that and shook her head. “That’s too much. I like you alive.”
“I’ll stay alive for you.”
“Will ye sweet-talk me with yer accent every time ye bed me?” she asked, mimicking his accent. Apparently, not very well, Sophie decided when he suddenly dropped her on the bed.
He watched her bounce on the surface, and then said dryly, “Only if ye promise no’ to try to imitate me accent yerself.”
“You’re no fun,” she accused, and then changed her mind when he began stripping. “Maybe you’re fun.”
Alasdair chuckled and quickly finished undressing. Pausing then, he propped his hands on his hips and looked her over slowly before meeting her gaze and saying, “I love you, Sophie Ferguson. Thank you for agreeing to be my life mate.”
Sophie swallowed and managed a crooked smile. “I love you, Alasdair MacKenzie. Thank you for having such a big cock.”
“Wench!” The word came out on a startled burst of laughter as he launched himself onto her.
Sophie closed her arms around him and smiled inwardly as he kissed her. She knew she was in for the greatest, if shortest, sex of her life. But she also knew this was a new beginning for her. She could pursue the career she’d trained for now. She would have a huge family of her own if she were to judge from the many guests she’d seen at Valerian’s wedding. But most importantly, she had a man she loved who loved her and whom she needn’t fear losing. For the first time in a long time, she was looking forward to her future, instead of back at the shadows of her past. She was a lucky woman.