He smiled, flashing dimples, “Get your sexy self over here and kiss me immediately!”
He flipped omelettes over in a frying pan and then grabbed her and pulled her to him. He kissed her. He tasted like bacon and something sweet.
“Mmm,” she moaned appreciatively and deepened the kiss; bacon was, after all, making its way into desserts nowadays.
He held onto her braid and gently tugged so that her chin lifted and more of her throat was exposed to his mouth and then he sank his teeth in and started to drink. She groaned and leaned into him, feeling his erection poking her. She rubbed his shoulders and down his biceps.
“Is it rude that I didn’t ask first?” he whispered, tonguing her earlobe.
“Not at all,” she muttered, “I’m all yours.”
He groaned into her ear, “Mmmm, damn straight you’re all mine.”
Shivers tickled her spine. He smelled so yummy she leaned over and put her teeth onto his shoulder,
“You smell delicious enough to eat, too. I should bite you,” she said teasingly and licked his shoulder, “I vant to bite your neck.” She used her best mock Dracula voice and got onto her tiptoes and then sniffed the crook of his neck.
He grasped her shoulders and hauled her a few inches back and looked at her seriously. Kyla was taken aback.
“Not unless you want to become a vampire, too, baby.”
She felt stupid. Of course. She knew from last night that here was at least one vampire legend that wasn’t bunk. If you drank a vampire’s blood you became a vampire.
“Yeah, not so much.”
His smile returned and he pulled her close and then his tongue flicked her throat quickly and he sucked on her earlobe for a beat, “Let’s eat, shall we?”
“Yes. Let’s talk, too. I have some questions.” For a beat she wondered what it’d be like to be a vampire. Would it solve their problems if she was one, too? She shrugged the thought away after thinking for a beat that most of the vampire romances she’d read resulted in the human girl becoming a vampire. She shook that thought off as he passed her a glass of already poured juice and plated the omelettes and added bacon on the side. The toaster popped.
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It was another sunny gorgeous day in the courtyard. And the omelette was the best she’d ever tasted, filled with mushrooms, zucchini, peppers, onions, tomatoes, and cheese. Paradise, with a gorgeous man who could cook like nobody’s business. It almost felt normal here with just the two of them. Almost. She shook herself back to quasi-reality, quasi because this still didn’t feel like reality, totally.
“I have questions. I think it’s fair that I ask you some questions. You seem like you keep trying to dodge them.”
He put his fork down and looked at her expectantly, “Not at all. I’ve just been caught up in everything that has been happening. There’s a lot going on and a lot I’ll have to tell you but it’s a lot all at once so I’ve decided to let you guide the pace. Ask away.”
“I’ve seen, so far, that some things from the books and movies about vampires aren’t true.”
He smiled, “You ain’t whistlin’ Dixie. Here are some of the very basics. And this isn’t me just offering info so you won’t ask other questions. If you have questions, ask. I was transformed 10 years ago. Thankfully I can still be around garlic. That’s a myth. Thank God! I’d never want to give up garlic.” He winked and took a sip of coffee, then was quiet for a beat, looking reflective, then continued, “There’s a lot of misinformation out there about the paranormal or supernatural but most people can’t handle it. People are so enamored with power, immortality, and hedonism that we have to work to keep our secrets. Most people just couldn’t handle it. The world would be a terrible dangerous place if many of the people out there could just choose vampirism. It’s already bad enough and there are some bad eggs with powers similar to mine already. Anyway, we age slowly but most are not exactly immortal. I know vampires who are over 150 years old. They look like they’re around my age. I attended a funeral last year for a vampire who died in his sleep, looking like natural causes. He was 270. Most of the vamps in my immediate circles are under 100 years old so I haven’t been around too many elders yet. There are a lot more older vampires in Europe, for example.
I was changed into a vampire because of who I’m related to, I already told you that. That’s why I was chosen to be put in a position of authority, due to my blood lines. It made me a prime candidate for leadership. So, you see, I understand being wanted for your blood type.”