Текст книги "Eternal Temptation"
Автор книги: T. A. Grey
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Chapter 3
The lykaen giant looked so troubled as he took his seat back at the fire. Cassandra couldn’t help but wonder why he was out here alone. Why wasn’t there some woman around to help him ease the pain that was so clearly etched in the lines around his eyes?
Crawling to his side, she took his hand in hers. He tensed, but slowly relaxed until his fingers hung loosely in her hand. His skin was so much darker than hers. Where her hands were smooth with a tint of pink, his were speckled with dark hair around his knuckles and rough spots grazing his palm.
“Get it over with.”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” She hid a smile.
He looked away and she wished she knew what he was thinking. She’d never felt this draw to another person before. Though she’d never met a lykaen before. She’d probably wake up tomorrow and realize he wasn’t a tall, sexy, giant with a weight of pain hovering around him like a black cloud. Maybe lykaens just had an animal magnetism that made her feel this way. That pushed her to take blood from a man who clearly hated the idea. Yeah, this lykaen totally has mojo. She barely covered her laugh.
His jaw grinded left then right. His poor teeth. Well, she supposed she better put him out of his misery. The man looked like he was about to have a tooth pulled out with a wrench and not about to lose a little bit of blood.
A wicked thought flirted through her as she turned his palm up. She traced the whorls and lines etched into his palm and debated telling him. Her eyes couldn’t help but stray across his thigh, which was easily wider than her hips, and she had big hips. She’d never really noticed a man’s legs before, but this one filled his jeans up so tight and hard she had the urge to pull them down and feel if his legs were as hard as they looked.
“Get it over with before I change my mind.”
She laughed. “Anything you say, Darien. Lykaen...” She started to lean over his wrist. The pulse danced below like music to her ears.
“Cassandra—”
“Cassie,” she corrected gently.
“If I start to feel weak, I won’t think twice about snapping your neck and tossing you into the fire.”
There must be something seriously wrong with her because his threat did nothing to scare her. If anything, it made her shift a little to ease the growing heat in her sex. Besides, who was he kidding? This giant was obviously a great big softie.
She pressed her lips to the heated pulse at his wrist. He was thick and hot under her lips. Breathing grew hard as a languid passion consumed her. His warm blood teased her beneath the pliant press of his skin.
She rubbed her cheek against him, suppressing a moan, and then her tongue darted out to taste his skin. She felt the tension build up in his arm and leg as she leaned her side into him.
More licks across his hot skin. Her eyes closed in ecstasy. He tasted...amazing.
Pleasure tugged at her, lulling her into a desire-filled fog as she passed more and more licks over his wrist, wetting his skin and simply, tasting. She couldn’t stop the moan that left her lips anymore than she could keep her fangs from dropping. She pressed her lips to his rapid pulse one more time then pulled back and struck.
She felt his fingers curl into a fist. She ignored it. Had only one rampant thought in her mind—hunger.
He tasted unlike anything she’d ever had before. His blood was raw, untamed just like him. It was rich and thick, almost sweet as he went down her throat.
He filled her too quickly and already she was nearly done. She could feel his power filling her, dizzying with its power. She opened her eyes to see his reaction as she took him now in soft, gentle pulls. Did he feel this incredible sensation like she did? Whatever she was feeling, she knew he felt it a thousand times more powerful.
She moaned around his thick wrist. She was right not have warned him about the vampire’s bite. He needed this release. Her eyes tracked over him, memorizing this moment into memory. His head was thrown back, his long thick throat swallowing hard as he breathed deeply, fast. She wanted to bury her teeth into that thick neck and feel the rush of his blood against her tongue. Eyes hooded now, she trailed them down to his spread knees; his cock was a hard press against his zipper. Any second now and she expected to see it burst through the zipper.
He must have sensed her eyes on him, because he languidly pulled his head down to look at her. His eyes were so raw with desire that an answering wave of wet cream escaped her sex. She twirled her tongue around the puncture wounds and sucked more, gently pulling his life essence into her mouth.
He growled, the sound so wild and untamed, her nipples beaded in answer. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. Then he did something that surprised the hell out of her.
His free hand jerked down that zipper she’d been eyeing so curiously a minute ago, reached in and pulled out his thick, long swollen cock.
Cassie moaned at the sight of it and sucked harder on his wrist. He groaned too and wrapped his big hand around his cock. Cassie nearly climbed over him at that point but something made her stay.
She watched entranced as he squeezed the swollen head, creamy with his arousal, and then started pumping himself fast. With each pump of his hand, Cassie felt an answering pull deep within her wet sex. She was going to come, just from watching him.
Her eyes flicked up to his and butterflies danced her stomach at the unwavering heat she saw in his gaze. He looked not at himself, not at the ceiling, but straight at her with eyes so raw with pleasure, she wanted to peel off her clothes and open herself to him. He would master her body, own her, push her. She could see it in every inch of his body, in the power he exuded.
She wanted to do this for him, make him feel good for once. She twirled her tongue around his wrist and drew quick sucks from his wrist–knowing what it would draw from him. His eyes glazed over, his fist worked faster, and then he groaned–the sound deep, rough, and unused as thick semen spurted from his cock and dripped down over his jerking hand and shaft like a waterfall.
Her core wet with excitement, Cassie pulled her mouth away and licked her lips at the sight. She’d never seen a man come before. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen in her life.
His breathing slowed and his eyes never left hers. She gently pulled back from his wrist and let her fangs recede back into her gums.
The space between her legs was wet and hot, craving something long and hard from him. She licked her lips and couldn’t stop her gaze from falling to his semen-covered cock. Was he sticky? Creamy? What would he taste like? Would he be warm or hot against her tongue?
She started to move closer, her tongue longing for a taste, but he stood abruptly and went to the sink. He washed his hand clean and put himself back in his pants. She could see the stiff tension in his back; it radiated off him in angry waves. Surely he wouldn’t be angry for having an orgasm. Right?
When he turned back, all hint of desire was long gone. Rage filled its place. His deep voice was cut short with anger. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what?” she asked nervously, scooting back against the cot—as far away as she could from him in the small cabin.
“You knew that my body would respond that way. Why didn’t you tell me?” He spoke in a moderated voice as if he was trying hard to keep from shouting.
Apprehension had her crossing her arms across her chest. She smiled though, the pain already lessening in her face from his healing blood. “I wanted it to be a surprise. Besides I thought you might already know what a vampire’s bite feels like, or rather, does.”
He looked like he was about to say something but then he turned and left the cabin, the door slamming shut behind him.
Cassie’s shoulders slumped and guilt nagged at her. She shoved it back though. She didn’t think he’d be that upset about it, after all. God, he’d looked so gorgeous when he was coming. All the tension from before had disappeared in those precious moments leaving only him and her. Even the lines around his eyes had eased.
It seemed like forever before he came back. He took his stew off the fire and poured a bowl. She watched him eat in silence for all of thirty seconds.
“So, Darien Kategan, what are you doing all the way out here by yourself?” He finished chewing before answering.
“That’s none of your business.” The anger was there but nearly as bad as it was before.
“Oh, come on now, don’t be so shy.”
Suddenly he looked at her, his eyes dark and serious. “Why don’t you tell me who gave you that?” He said nodded pointedly to the bruises on her face. “And I’ll tell you why I’m out here.”
Cassie looked away and nibbled her lip. There’s no way she could tell him. Not that. Mutely, she shook her head and he went back to eating.
God, something must have been knocked loose when she passed out earlier because she was actually disappointed he didn’t pursue her. Wasn’t he curious? Didn’t he want to know why she was bruised and out here, wherever this was, alone? Well not enough to push her apparently. She sighed and crossed her arms. She wouldn’t tell him anyways.
“Just what I thought,” he said in that rich, velvety voice of his.
“Do you have to talk like that?” she asked angrily.
A dark brow lifted. “Like what?”
“Like that,” she waved her hand at him. He glared at her, then turned back to his food. She’d never seen a man look so lost and yet here at the same time. It must be hard.
“Listen I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know you’d be so angry about the whole orgasm thing.” His eyes, dark like hot chocolate, peered at her with an intensity that took her breath away. If someone told her that this man could read her every thought, she’d believe it. Unable to take his gaze anymore, she stood and started pacing in front of the cot.
“I mean come on. Anyone who knows anything about vampires knows that when we drink it’s an orgasmic experience.” He frowned and looked away. The connection between them lost and she wanted to go back to it. Trying for truth instead, she rushed to say, “I wanted to make you feel good.”
He didn’t say anything to her for the rest of the night.
She couldn’t help but feel like she’d tread on some touchy subject. She just didn’t know which one it was. Him living out here alone or having a sexy orgasm. God, she could hardly believe he’d actually pulled himself out like that. That was unexpected!
All she did know was that she wanted to know everything about the giant lykaen. She’d never met one before, or if she did, then she never realized it. No, she’d never miss someone who smelled let alone looked like him.
She’d always pictured them to be...hairier. With bigger teeth maybe.
Darien’s hair was perfect though. A shade of stubble grazed his jaw and neck and she could easily see him sporting a trimmed beard. Seeeexy.
When she yawned, he finally turned to look at her. She’d never seen someone not talk so much. He was probably doing it just to irritate her at this point. She kinda didn’t blame him though.
“Take the cot.” She looked at the cot that barely looked big enough to fit his big body in it.
“No, really I can’t. I’ll be fine on the floor.” His eyes were hard and unflinching as he stared at her.
“You’ll do what I say or you’re out of here.” O-kay, Mr. Grouchie Giant. Wishing like hell she had a hair tie for her hair, Cassie climbed aboard the miniature bed. A soft sigh left her. It was surprisingly soft around her and it smelled like him. Not so bad at all. Her lykaen. She chuckled softly and turned on her side to watch him in the firelight. She was so not a creeper, she told herself.
“You’re very kind.” No answer. “Thank you.” Nothing. So she tried, “I really am sorry about before.” Still no answer. Her frustration level rose like a boiling thermometer. “I find you intriguing.” He shook his head side to side as if he was on the verge of either strangling her or getting a migraine.
“If you knew everything about me then you’d find that I’m anything but intriguing, Cassie.” Shivers trembled over her, making her heart speed up. The cabin was dark except for the orange, flickering light of the fire. It crackled and made the room smell of wood and Darien. Two wonderful smells when combined together made a deadly and seductive combo.
I’m not so sure about that was what she wanted to say. But instead, she sighed, “Are all lykaens so sexy?”
His head turned sharply to hers. Anger bracketed his mouth. “Go to sleep, Cassandra.”
She glared at him. “No need to be rude. It was a serious question.” Okay, half-serious.
“Please just go to bed woman.”
“Ha, I bet all lykaens aren’t such grumpy giants.” With voices that make me melt. She heard him sigh, but whatever, she was done. She rolled over in a huff and closed her eyes.
With his scent rolling around her and the soft cushion of the bed gently supporting her tired body, she was out like a light.
* * *
He was chasing her again. Fear clutched her throat like death’s grip. She pumped her arms faster, screaming inwardly at her legs to move!
“Come back to me, Cassandra.” His cold voice trailed after her sounding both faraway and close at the same time.
Cassie was outside. The night was so black the sky looked like inky tar above her, blocking out the moonlight and stars. The soft thump of footsteps trailed after her, taunting her. He didn’t have to let her know he was there; he enjoyed tormenting her with fear, letting her know how close he could get.
“If you come back now, I promise everything will be okay.”
“Yeah, right.” Her heart was beating too fast, any second now and it’d explode in her chest. He was a liar. She used to believe those lies, but now she knew better. She learned from her mistakes.
“Tell me where you are,” he hissed. Cassie sobbed as cold breath trailed across the back of her neck. She never stopped running. The scenery changed, morphing from a flat field to a thick forest.
She leapt over fallen trees and rocks then ran smack into the middle of a hard tree and cried out as the wood bit into her hands. Shaking, she had only a terrifying moment to look down to see the harsh red scrapes on her palms before she he flashed in front of her.
“No!” She got up and ran. No matter how hard she pumped her arms or pushed her legs, he was right there behind her.
“Cassandra.” A big booming laugh filled the forest, somehow echoing from all directions until her eardrums were barricaded with the horrible sound.
“Stop,” she whispered ruggedly. The landscape changed so suddenly that she yelped and grabbed onto a tree branch to stop her momentum. The land in front of her was shifting, morphing like a gaseous entity into a dark, watery mud pit. Cassie bent down to her knees, gasping in large gulps of air for her burning throat. Sweat ran down her face and neck, sticking to her shirt like a second skin.
“You can’t run from me, Cassandra. You will never be free of me.”
“Like hell I can’t.” Determination hardening her, she stood and stepped her foot into the mud. Her leg sank to the ankle. The mud was cold and wet, gripping her ankle like little hands. She stepped her other leg, again and again, wading through the mud until her calves were deep in the brown sod.
A cold presence filled the area behind her, stilling it like ice. A sob broke through her lips and shaking started in her knees and spread to her hands. She couldn’t move, no matter how much she told herself to lift her legs and run, she was powerless—frozen in fear.
Ice cold fingers wrapped around the front of her chest, pulling her back into his cold body.
Tears ran down her heated cheeks. “Please don’t.” The grip on her throat tightened, squeezing her so hard she was wheezing in air.
His pale face pressed hard against the side of hers, his hard, unforgiving voice a hiss in her ear. “Tell me where you are.” He squeezed her harder, choking all the air from her throat. Panic filled her, had her throwing elbows back that met with nothing but empty air. Finally he released his grip on her, allowing her to speak.
“Hawaii. I like the pineapple down here,” she croaked. She waited for one long moment as he did nothing.
Then his grip tightened, his sharp nails digging painfully into her skin until it broke. His hand slid away, then both of his arms were locked around her in an unmovable grip. He pinned her arms to her side, pulled her roughly against his chest, and bit down on her neck.
The bite was bruising, burning, stinging like salt on a wound. He growled, sucking hard, pulling every ounce of life out of her.
Cassie sobbed, cried out for help that wasn’t there. Blackness muddied her vision. It flickered on and off like a dying lamp. Then as the last drop of blood left her, she floated down to the mud her cheek hitting the cold, wet surface.
He wasn’t laughing anymore, but his voice trailed after her as blackness receded over her eyes. Death. Death was coming.
“I’m coming for you.”
Mud slid over her cheek, up her nose, and over her eyes, until finally everything was black.
Chapter 4
Cassie’s eyes popped open and she scanned the room expecting to find him and his men towering over her. Emptiness greeted her though, and she released the breath she’d been holding. Empty but for her and the lykaen.
It was early morning. The sun was just coming up and casting light through the single window by the front the door, lighting the cabin in a dim orange glow.
The lykaen giant slept in the same chair from last night, facing the dying fire. In sleep his brows were drawn down into a furrow, his lips pulled into a frown. Maybe he didn’t have good dreams either. Though she seriously doubted he was being stalked by a heavy-handed vampire bent on marrying him.
Yeah, right.
He was very handsome. His hair had come loose from his ponytail and now rested in uneven waves across his shoulder. It wasn’t too long, just coming past his shoulders. She couldn’t help but wonder if he kept it long for stylish reasons or because he just didn’t care anymore. Though if there was one impression she did get from the man it was–I don’t give a fuck.
Darien Kategan, what are your secrets?
A thought floated through her head like a feather in the wind. She almost laughed aloud and quickly stamped out the idea. She couldn’t, could she? A soft part of her, a very feminine part, wanted to so badly.
She frowned, a deep sadness filling her. Daniel was going to find her eventually. She couldn’t stay here or Daniel would kill Darien. The thought of Darien getting hurt because of her brought an intense pain to her chest. No, she’d have to leave soon. But first, there was something she had to do. Something she craved doing with such power that it was like some other force pushing her to do it.
She wanted to learn about Darien Kategan. She wanted to bring him pleasure, and in return, her own. Because what she was looking forward to for the very long rest of her life was going to be hell. Most of all, she wanted to do this because she sensed the heated connection between them was so much more that she’d ever thought possible.
As quietly as possible, she sat up in the cot, pressing her bare feet to the cool wood floor. She waited to see if he heard her. When he didn’t move, she put pressure into her feet and stood inch by inch.
When she stood all the way up, she looked at him, nervously biting her lip. Could she really do this? She’d never done anything so wild and crazy. She looked over him, noting the way his arms were crossed even in sleep. Somehow that thought gave her all the courage she needed.
Darien Kategan needed her help, and she was going to give it to him. Whether he wanted it or not. This lykaen giant needed someone.
She took one small step forward, her toes barely putting pressure on the wood. When it didn’t creak, she pressed all her weight on it and slowly, gradually made her way closer to him. His back must hurt from sleeping in that hardback chair. Silly man. Oh well, she’d pay him back for letting her have the cot.
Her eyes fell wide and alert to his face as she watched him for any movement. Slowly, as if any quick movement would set a bomb off, she knelt in between his longs legs. He’d kicked them out at some point during the night. Hell, he still wore his dried muddy boots from yesterday.
Her knees dug into the floor and only when she sat all the way down did she softly let go of the breath she’d been holding on to.
Taking a deep breath, she held it as she slowly reached out to the waistband of his jeans. Oh so gently, she pressed just her fingertip to metal button, watching his eyes, expecting to see them jump open at anytime. His head lolled further to the side but otherwise, no movement. His chest rose and fell in a steady, deep rhythm.
After waiting several seconds she brought her other hand into the mix and oh so carefully popped open the button of his jeans. Immediately she pulled back, her arms held up like a cop just told her to freeze. Any second now he’d come roaring awake and yell at her again. Seconds passed and then, nothing.
Breathing freely once again, she gently lifted the tab of his zipper, wincing as she did. She kept her eyes trained on his face as she tugged at the zipper. It hissed loudly in the quiet cabin and she waited, bracing herself for him to fling open his eyes. He didn’t.
There was a hard pressure pushing against his zipper, helping her to pull it down the rest of the way in one easy tug. Her jaw dropped open as his cock sprung out, hard and swollen. The man did not wear underwear and she never thought she’d be happy about that.
Close to moaning, she bit her lip and quickly peered up at his face to make sure he was still asleep. His eyes were closed, his dark lashes laying a thick crescent against his face.
Her bravery faltered as she eyed his erect cock. Surely lykaen cocks must be bigger than others. She’d never seen a vampire’s as big as this. Not that she’d really seen many in her life, and even then they were only glimpses, but it must hurt taking that thing inside a woman. Well he was a giant of a man, so it suited him well, she supposed.
Using only her thumb and index finger, she grabbed it by the tips of her fingers. Encouraged by his deep even breaths, she leaned forward and parted her lips. She was already wet and she hadn’t even tasted him yet and she was dying to. Her mouth watered and she darted her tongue to swipe across the tip of his cock.
Her eyes quickly flung up to his face and in the process, her grip tightened hard around his cock.
Shit, she muttered inwardly and loosened her grip. It was already too late though because he groaned and somehow leaned even further back into the chair. The action thrust his hips toward her and enveloped her further between his longlegs.
She grinned wantonly. See I knew you needed me Darien Kategan.
Gripping him loosely in her fist, she parted her lips and took the tip of him into her mouth. The first taste was heaven. He tasted like he smelled, like raw man but so much more. He was so much more potent this way.
She trained her eyes on his face, watching for any sign of him waking up. Nothing, so she bobbed further down his cock, wetting his stiff flesh. Desire flooded through her. The naughtiness of the act combined with his potent taste flooded her panties with cream. Images flashed through her mind of Darien waking up, then taking her body again and again without remorse or apologies. Just taking.
Moaning, she licked her way up his cock then swallowed him again, creating what she hoped was the perfect rhythm to make him explode in her mouth. She had to know what he tasted like. Had to know what his seed would feel like on her tongue.
She sucked him deep again and again, her mouth so wet that saliva dripped over her loose fist and down to his heavy sac below. The sight was so sexy she long since stopped watching his face. She didn’t care if he woke up. She wanted to give this to him—had to.
His cock grew hotter in her mouth; the thick meat of him grew impossibly wider until he was stuffing her mouth full. Lykaens were definitely bigger than most. Had to be.
Resting her free on hand lightly on his thigh, she felt his muscles twitching and spasming beneath her touch. She opened her eyes to search his face and was almost disappointed to see his eyes still closed.
Though she realized that a part of him definitely knew what was going on. His chest was moving quickly, his lips parted a hair and his arms uncrossed, crept closer, and closer to her. She tightened her fist around him and pumped him faster as she took him deep into her mouth again and again.
A deep, sexy groan sounded from deep in his chest. An answering one pulled at her throat but she stopped it, afraid the gentle sound might rouse him.
His hips started thrusting then, working his cock in and out of her mouth just as his hand reached to twine into her hair.
A deep pulsing throb built inside her. She squirmed, wiggled, as she tried to keep her jaw relaxed around his length. She sensed he was close so she moved faster, squeezing her fist around him tighter and pumping faster. He groaned, sounding like she was killing him, not pleasuring him, and then he swelled even more in the back of her throat.
Cassie tried to pull back to breathe, but his hips pushed up, burying his cock at the back of her throat. His fist tightened to keep her there and then she had only a moment to open her eyes and looked up at his face.
His eyes shot open, found hers. Then he was groaning roughly as hot, thick spurts of cum jetted in her mouth. His face drew into a slackened expression of desperate pleasure—and she loved it. She swallowed the cream in her mouth as more came. She sucked at his head and licked at the tip catching all of his thick seed.
Gasping for breath, she pulled away. Her hand was wet and her jaw was sore, but none of that bothered her because of the look in the lykaen’s eyes. It was like a realization happened and she got to watch it take place. Complete and utter satisfaction. The hooded look of pleasure slowly left his beautiful eyes. He jerked then blinked rapidly looking down at his cock, at her, then around the cabin. Finally he shot to his feet.
“God dammit!” That was so not the response she’d hoped for. Be brave. Be strong. He needs help.
Okay, try a compliment. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met.” His hands turned into fists and she was fairly certain he was struggling not to hit something. She wished he had, because instead he turned to her and yelled, “Do you suck off every man you think is sexy?”
“Well, I’ve never sucked a man off, as you so delicately put it. I’ve never had that particular urge until I met you. But to answer your question I’d say that no, I usually don’t have that urge. You’re just special I guess.” He looked like he was about to scream, then he just stared at her like she was mad.
“Are you a crazy woman? I mean really.” He said the last gently as if afraid to spook her. She burst out laughing.
Somehow over the laughs she managed to say, “Um, no. Sorry to disappoint you, Darien. This was plain old lust. I wanted to see your cock, and I wanted to suck on it. Then I really wanted to know what your…seed tasted like.” She dropped her voice to a husky purr as she said the last.
He must have liked it because his cock twitched and hardened again, and his eyes darkened like a thunderstorm. Beautiful. As if realizing he was still hanging out, he zipped himself up.
“Yeah well there must be something wrong with you. A woman just doesn’t do things like this, Cassie.” The sound of her shortened name made her smile. She liked that he was already using it. She’d always hated the long, prissy sounding version of her full name. “I’m going out, and if you know what’s good for you, which it doesn’t look like you do, I suggest you stay the he– just stay away from me.”
“Wait, where are you going?” He rolled his thick neck until it popped.
“I’m going to chop firewood and maybe hunt for more food.”
Pouting, she pulled herself onto the cot and spread her legs. She really wished she had on a skirt or a dress right now, but hey, there wasn’t much of a choice when you were running from a psychopathic vampire.
She wasn’t disappointed though because his heated gaze fell straight to her core. He looked as if he could see through the denim. Suddenly her mouth was dry; her gaze dropped to his crotch and was not disappointed by what he was currently sporting there.
“No,” he said gruffly.
“Oh, come on sexy lykaen. Darien...” She leaned back on her elbows and arched her back at him. “You got to finish. It’s really only fair if—”
“No.” He turned and was out the door before she could say another word.
God dammit. That didn’t go how she wanted at all. Silly man. Didn’t he see how right they could be together—at least in bed?
Flopping back onto the bed, she started tugging at her jeans, pulling them down to her ankles. She spread her legs then dove her eager fingers under her panties. The first touch was pure ecstasy.
“If you aren’t gonna do this, then I am, Darien.” She found her breast with her other hand and tugged at her nipple as she built herself towards what was turning out to be a very fast orgasm.
* * *
Darien snatched the axe off the ground and moved to the next pile of wood he had to cut. Shit, he didn’t have to do this. He hadn’t even planned on cutting more wood today, but hell if he was going to stay in that tiny cabin with her.
What was she a vampire vixen? She sure as hell didn’t know how to listen or what the word “no” meant. Blasted, sexy fucking woman...
He hefted the axe into the air and let it fall hard into the wood. It snapped and cracked from top to bottom. It didn’t take long for him to fall into the motions of chopping wood. He performed the action without really thinking.
He thought it was a dream. He’d been dreaming of a sexy vampire with copper hair, and as he noted this morning in the sunlight, blonde and dark brown lights spread throughout her thick mass of hair. There was no doubt in his mind she was the devil.
