Page 2 of Deadly Cravings

Plus, this was a lot better than some places I’d stayed at before, especially that seedy apartment in Los Angeles I’d barely afforded.

But sometimes the depression got to me, and I just wanted to be taken care of—babied—something. I wanted to dress in the nice clothing I saw at the stores I couldn’t afford to splurge on. Buy the nice bags—the whole, spoiled nine yards. But that would never be my future for many reasons—at least for now. It wasn’t that I didn’t have nice things, but the guilt that accompanied each purchase weighed on my shoulders. Fortunately, I may be able to treat myself with my next royalty check. Based on the contract I signed, it was larger than I’d ever received before.

A little wiggle of excitement burst in my chest at the accomplishment. Things were starting to turn around and I had my fingers crossed I could stay here a little longer than my usual couple months.

This was a fresh start—another one. The vampire that had attacked me so many years ago hadn’t found me after four years, so I was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I’d been hopping from place to place, getting farther and farther from Maryland, and now I was in Washington.

I dropped the box at the threshold and returned to my van. A crow rested on the hood, its head twisting side to side. It looked freaky perched there with the moon framing it. Once I was a few feet away, it beat its wings and took off to perch on one of the windowsills of the mansion next door. No lights shone through the shadowed structure other than whatever light the moon reflected off the pane. I rubbed my arms. If I were being honest, that was the type of place I could see vampires living in, but I was the only person on this street.

This was my first opportunity at attempting to rest in one place for longer than usual, but eventually, I would have to move again. As nonsensical as it may seem, fear kept me bouncing from state to state. After extensive research, I’d found the low crime rate here pointed to a possibility of normalcy, but as soon as I caught a hint of vampires, I would be long gone.

TWO

asher

I rubbedmy sensitive fangs with my tongue. They’d popped out as soon as I’d seen the delicacy hop out of her van with a grin on her face. My gaze dropped to her thick, lush thighs, and I kneaded my palm against my hard cock. I’d been watching her since she’d arrived, going in and out of her house as she dragged box upon box out of her vehicle.

The sway of her walk enthralled me, and that ass was unmatched. I couldn’t wait until I got up close and personal with those legs and buried my face between them. Even from a distance she seemed like such a treat that lust may overcome me, and she’d end up dead. After all, it wasn’t like I’d seen anyone else move in with her, so no one would find her drained corpse if I fucked her to death. My dick twitched and I unbuckled my belt before sliding the zipper of my jeans down.

There was no way she’d see me rub one out since I was on the third floor of the manor... and she was down there... in that teeny tiny speck humans considered houses.

Freeing my dick, it bobbed, hard and ready, the mushroom head red from the blood that had rushed there. A bead of red-tinted cum formed at the tip of my cock. Groaning, I wrapped my hand around the flesh.

Eyes narrowed on the human, I watched her bend over. That ass bouncing on my cock would be phenomenal. I’d slam into her so hard, her fragile human bones would snap. I sucked a breath between my teeth and more cum spilled on my hand.

Mercy.

My lips parted as she popped out of the van and tilted her head up, looking directly at me again. A flush warmed my face, heat spreading down my neck. There was no way she could see me, but I fucking wanted her to. I wanted her eyes on me as I rubbed my thick cock in her honor. I ached to know the color of her eyes. To watch the light flee as she gifted me her life’s blood. The moonlight caressed her skin, highlighting a long, beautiful, sun-kissed neck perfect for me to sink my fangs into.

I moaned, picturing how well she’d react to me dipping into her warm pussy as I stole her blood. I’d never left my lovers wanting, even as they greeted death.

My cock twitched, jerking hard as the orgasm hedged over, causing my head to drop forward as I placed a palm on the windowsill to brace myself.

Warmth spread down my spine and metal creaked from a door opening as my cock spasmed in my hand, drenching me with my undead little swimmers.

My heart raced from sucking up the blood in my system. I groaned.Shit.That was a hard one for it being a handy. I would need to feed soon to replenish my strength.

“Don’t fuck the neighbor. Even better, don’t even think about fucking the neighbor.”

I tugged a handkerchief from my pocket to swipe myself clean and shoved the sullied cloth into my pocket.

“You’re no fun, brother.” Licking my lips, I tucked my dick into my jeans and zipped the big guy up before he got any more ideas and started to harden again then faced Jax.

We were the spitting image of each other, if you ignored the scowl that never failed to mar his face. His lowered brows spasmed as irritation flashed across his features.

“You’re going to have her at our door like all your other whores. And we don’t need any more, especially living right next to us. Not when we need to keep this place quiet.”

I pouted. “I always convince them to . . . forget our rendezvous, that is unless they die, I don’t get why your panties are in a twist.”

Jax stared at me, silent and unbending. “We’re planning in the living room,” he spat, and the echo of his heavy steps were heaven to my ears.

Killjoy.

Taking my time, I strolled across the large ‘family room’ encapsulating the left of the staircase, splitting the west and east sides of the home. I descended with my thoughts fixated on the woman next door. Females went crazy over meet-cutes, but how to set one up...hmmm? I trailed after Jax, taking the stairs two at a time.

Perhaps I should go over and offer my services—not yet,Asher,step by step. And if that wasn’t cute enough for her to obsess over, I’d have to sneak over . . . I’d never resorted to sliding into a woman’s bed in the thick of the night to fuck her. One look at my face and they fell like flies, but if she proved unruly, I’d be capable. After, I could compel her to forget and that was that. None of my coven had to know.

“Why are you grinning?”