Chapter 87
Chapter 87
Before Amos could snap at her naivety, he saw her gaze suddenly
drop.
Then, Chloe’s eyes bulged.
Like a cat with a stepped–on tail, she scrambled off the sofa, backing
away three steps.
“Listen,” she stared straight at his lower body, eyes wide a
“I know I just… had a moment. But I’m not returning the fav
Amos followed her gaze down.
Fuck.
The expensive grey slacks he’d worn to make a good first impression were now ruined by the aggressive tent pitching straight out of the
middle of them.
Hard. Painfully hard.
Face darkening, he turned his back, angling his body to block the embarrassing bulge, and yanked at his hem.
“I didn’t expect you to p>
Chloe clearly hadn’t expected him to be so blunt. She faltered.
“Right. Uh, sorry… I mean, about the…” Her eyes darted away as she gestured vaguely at his crotch.
“It would be the same with anyone,” Amos snapped. “Side effect of live blood. My kind can only… rise to the occasion when we have a
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little life in us p>
A total lie.
It wasn’t the same. Anyone else would just be food. He wouldn’t want to pin anyone else down and make them cry. But the comment clearly annoyed Chloe. She pursed her lips.
“Oh. So it’s a blood thing p>
“Close enough.” Amos didn’t have the patience to explain. touched live blood in a century. This reaction is normal p>
Her eyes went round again. Not fear this time. Shock.
“A century? You haven’t… you know… in a hundred years p>
Amos narrowed his eyes, voice dangerous.
“I don’t recall being obligated to report my sex life to you. Now, get
out p>
He snatched her bag off the floor and shoved it into her arms, rude
as if he were chasing away a plague.
“Sorry I spooked you. The money will be wired to your account.
Don’t come back. This gig isn’t for you p>
That was the truth.
One more time, and he couldn’t guarantee he’d be able to stop
himself.
Chloe hugged her bag but didn’t move.
“Actually… the agency said the donor and recipient stay paired unless there’s a problem p>
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Amos’s hand froze in mid–air.
“You’re saying… there’s no problem p>
She shook her head. Her face was still red, but her eyes were
stubborn.
“I’m saying, unless you have a problem p>
Did he have a problem?
Smelling that lethal sweetness, drinking blood that hit lik
and enduring her coming in his arms without being able
her?
It was torture. Self–inflicted torture.
“No problem p>
Amos heard his own voice rasp out.
“Then it’s settled p>
“Okay.” She nodded, like she was psyching herself up. “So… see you Wednesday p>
Wednesday. Three days.
Amos had signed up for three times a week. Back then, it felt like a
luxury. Now? He wanted it three times a day.
“Wednesday p>
He forced down the growl in his throat that wanted to demand she
stay the night.
“See you Wednesday p>
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“Okay. Cool p>
She turned to leave. Amos followed, marching her out like a warden escorting a prisoner.
But the second the door clicked shut-
Amos collapsed against the wood. His hands were shaking as he ripped his zipper down.
No technique needed. No foreplay. His brain was flooded-
she shook in his arms, the bite mark on her neck, that wi
weeping gasp.
The pleasure hit too hard, too fast. Had it ever been this good? It had been too long–he’d forgotten that coming could feel like dying.
“Ugh p>
A strangled, guttural roar tore from his throat as his body seized, completely unraveling in violent spasms.
When the near–death high finally faded, Amos slid down the wall to the floor, gasping for air. He closed his eyes, his mind filled with only one woman.
Damn it.
Wednesday was going to be a problem.
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