Page 96 of The Silver Fox Vampire

“You get all the fun jobs.” Her lower lip stuck out further, and he couldn’t resist the urge to bend and kiss that pillowy softness, nibble on it gently.

“No need to envy me.” He made a face as they parted. “She is a ghastly vampire, but she has a tongue that wags like a dog’s tail, and I need to know what she knows.”

“You need one more kiss before you go to bolster you, then, sir.”

He stared at her longingly. “Temptress.”

She reached out and reeled him in close, pulled his head down kissed him, and the delight of it took him so by surprise that he completely lost his balance.

Giggling, she placed her arms around him and before he knew it they were rolling on the bed again. He kissed her eyelids, her nose, little kisses everywhere and fuck, that sound… That sound was himlaughing.

She rolled into him, moved her leg between his and nudged it into his groin.

“Ah, sir, you appear to have a problem.”

Yep, he was hard as a rock and turned on like crazy. A century of celibacy, and now the dam had broken and he was insatiable. All he wanted was to rip his clothes off again and lie with her naked. Make sweet, slow love to her.

He smoothed the hair out of her face and gazed into her eyes. “If you knew how often I have longed for you in the dark lonely nights, how I cannot believe you are finally here in my bed…”

“Me too.” She snuggled into his neck, and all he wanted was to stay. But he was still a man of duty. Finally, with a sigh, he extricated himself and stood. “Not even an army of fucking grimaalds could stop me coming home to you, sweet Clare.”

Home. He’d never thought of this mausoleum as a home, but with Clare here, all that had changed. “Be good, my little necromancer.”

Her eyes danced, and then then she pushed down the covers and rolled her slender thighs out to the side, pushing them open with her palms with a coquettish smile.

“The necromancer will be eagerly awaiting your return. Sir.”

As soon as he’d gone, Clare jumped out of bed, padded over to the window and stared down at the old, cobbled road winding down Motham Hill. This part of town was so beautiful, with its tall trees and mature shrubs in large, gated gardens.

She watched the black car purring out of the drive and disappearing. She couldn’t believe she’d been ordered to stay at home.

Like a mistress, like a lover. Not a cop with a crime to solve.

She smirked. It wasn’t altogether an unpleasant concept. For one day, she didn’t mind so much. If it meant he’d come back and make love to her, she’d happily quit her duties for twenty-four hours.

She had never seen this Oliver. He was relaxed and smiling all the time. The lines around his face had smoothed out, as if the worries and pain he’d been carrying for centuries had been relieved a little.

Because of her. Because of what was happening between them.

Not just her blood, she was more confident of that now. He hadn’t even bitten her in their lovemaking last night.

After a quick shower in the grand en-suite bathroom, she hugged the fluffy towel around her body and looked at her face in the mirror, glowing, her eyes alight with something she’d never seen there before. An inner confidence that came from being… desired. Dared she now believe it might be more?

She needed time to process, but everything was moving so fast, and she sensed it was because of their connection. A connection that had been there the moment they met. A connection that was forged in a deeper reality than theirs.

They were like two pieces that slotted together. Two hurt loners, who had found each other.

And now so much more about her made sense, because she had met Oliver. And found out about her heritage.

All the events of her school days fell into place now. Shehadbeen different. And those human girls had sensed her difference, just like they had sensed Natalie’s. And by the sound of things, Edward had always felt different too. Perhaps the other three, whose parents wouldn’t even talk about them, had felt the same.

Misfits in the human world.

With magick blood running through their veins. All of them with witch ancestry.

And her own blood, even more powerful than the rest. The ability to bring souls back from the dead. Not for evil intent, but for good. Had her parents hidden it from her and Adam? Did they even know?

When the case was finished, she would raise it with them. They weren’t so far off from solving it, she was certain.