11 Chapter 11

She’d been his first vampyre,and she’d treated him so kindly, taking the time to soothe his nerves.

For a moment he lost himself in the wonder of her, her waist-length hair the color of corn silk, her eyes that put the blue of the spring sky to shame. Such a cliché, but so true.

And when she did have to feed, there was the intense thrill he got as she ran her tongue along his neck over the birthmark that marked him as a saborand then slid her fangs into him. He shivered at the almost orgasmic memory. What would it be like if she did that while he was making love to her? More and more during the times they were apart, he found himself wrapped up in that fantasy.

Phil sighed. He had to snap out of it. He couldn’t have what he wanted, and he’d better stop mooning over it.

Besides, he had to be here for Ben; that was what family was all about.

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