Page 60 of Even Robots Die (Even Ever After #3)

Brice

T his was a mistake.

I should have stopped myself way before that damn artificial intelligence stopped us.

I should have been able to control myself.

I should have been able to stay away from Florentine.

My breathing is ragged and I have no idea how I’m still not back to normal.

Florentine’s blood drums inside of me when I have barely drunk two drops of her blood.

Two drops. That’s all that was needed to be my downfall.

Wrong.

Florentine. That’s all that’s needed to be my downfall.

I see it now.

I have never had any control when it comes to that woman.

She doesn’t even know, but she’s under my skin and all I want is to drown in her.

It started well.

I was well on my way to drowning.

I want to rage at the damn AI—Milton—but it was the reminder I needed.

Against her will, I bit her.

And now, I can’t be sure if my bite is the reason why she fell so willingly into my arms.

Maybe I’m the monster people have said I am since the birds toyed with my brain.

I take a deep breath.

“Ready to go?”

Florentine is flushed with red on her cheeks, and I can’t shake the idea that I love this red even more than when I piss her off.

I just need to get myself under control.

I’m about to fly us again. I can’t be thinking about going down on her and tasting her in different ways now.

Florentine jumps from the table and walks to the door.

“Ready when you are.”

She opens the door and as soon as she’s locked it after us, I grab her behind her knees and under her armpits and take off.

I’m not about to carry her like I did on our way here.

It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s actually easier for me to fly with her legs wrapped around me, but I can’t risk it now.

My cock is still as hard as a rock and I can’t make it go down. I wouldn’t want her to realize that I’m still sporting a hard on and having to fly in this position.

The effect of my bite is bound to withdraw any minute now, and I can’t have her feeling that I’m very much still aroused by her even minutes after.

I’m not ready for the moment she realizes I robbed her of her free will, even just for a minute.

And me still being hard when that happens would make it extremely awkward.

I fly us to our destination without a word.

Florentine seems to be lost in her thoughts, so I don't bother her.

Has she realized by now that the bite made her horny and that I took advantage of it?

I drop us in the little park near the rue Faubourg Saint-Honoré and shift my wings away immediately.

It’s already bad that I’m flying us everywhere, but at least this time night is falling and I don’t stand out like a sore thumb in the bright blue sky anymore.

Before we start walking down the street in the direction of the address she found, Florentine stops me and grabs my hand.

She turns it over to look at the pad of my right index finger. There is still a bit of blood smudged along the finger, but I couldn’t care less. Her fingers are cold against the palm of my hand and her eyes are looking for something.

“It’s already gone …” she says in disbelief.

“Shifters heal faster,” I tell her. It’s true, but we heal even faster if we shift, and if I had done that in her workshop, we would have avoided that whole debacle a few minutes ago.

But I wouldn’t know the taste of her blood … the taste of her lips …

I have a feeling it’s going to haunt me day and night for the rest of my life.

“Why did you put my finger in your mouth?” I ask, still not comprehending how that happened.

Florentine flushes crimson.

“You’re an ass,” she tells me. “Don’t mock me.”

I grab the hand that just dropped mine and wrap my other hand around her throat so I can tip her face up to look at me.

“No. I’m genuinely trying to understand.”

She seems to mull over my words and gulps down. I can feel it against the palm of my hand.

“I couldn’t find any compress or fabric that would stop the bleeding and I knew we needed to stay discreet after.

I couldn’t use my shirt to stop the flow, so I did what I always do when it happens to me.

I put my finger in my mouth. Except, well, I kinda forgot for a second that I wasn’t the one who was bleeding. ”

She closes her eyes at the admission.

“It’s kind of cute.”

I think she expected me to say it was a stupid thing to do because her eyes fly open at my words and the chuckle that follows.

“Can we try to avoid that kind of situation in the future?” I ask her. “I have a short trigger when it comes to blood.”

“I’ve seen that,” she says as she drops her eyes. She looks disappointed and I have no idea what brought the feeling.

“Come. We need to find your dad,” I tell her as I pull her after me by the hand I grabbed and can’t seem to let go. She’s not fighting me either, so I’m gonna count that as a win.

I didn’t creep her out completely.

Now to deal with her father.

I have a feeling she’s about to be disappointed and I hate it already.