her black blankets, sound asleep.
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Chapter eleven
Todd would not stop texting me. It was my fault. He’d
gotten my text the night before and responded sometime
between our run-in with Moreland and our ride up in the elevator.
He’d texted me back and told me that Mom had mentioned that I
was officially “out,” but now he wanted specifics about my date.
And specifics about my girl.
I could have told him the truth, that my first date with Camila,
my first date ever, had been amazing. I could tell him that right now
I wasn’t in the library studying with my sorority sisters, because that
wasn’t the truth. The truth involved me sitting on the floor in Camila’s
lounge, nestled between her legs. My attention was split between
the Colts/Pats game, a used copy of Tess of the D’Urbervilles, and
my demon-angel’s soft kisses across my shoulder.
My first mission for the afternoon had been to avoid Amy and
the girls and their barrage of post date questions, which I pulled
off, thanks to Camila. God, I loved her even more. She gave me
the keys to the Range Rover. In a borrowed pair of sweats and one
of her signature black tank tops, I took a quick, covert trip back to
the dorm to grab more clothes and my books. Her SUV could be
recognized by any of the ABO girls, but it was way more likely
that I would bump into Amy or Cleo on foot. I wanted to dish about
my night and just how amazing Camila had turned out to be, but I
had hours and hours of daylight to spend gossiping with the girls.
Camila was rested and had some free time before she had to get
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back to her role as demon enforcer and successful business owner.
If she wanted to spend the afternoon watching me read my English
homework and studying my stats notes, there was no way I was
going to turn her down.
After our talk in the shower, the reality of just how different
my relationship with Camila would be hit me. And it left me
exhausted, even after our nap. She had shown me a special side of
her world and her personal life outside of Alpha Beta Omega. Parts
I loved, like the toys and the hotel room. And parts of it made me
nervous, psychos like Moreland and the danger of UV exposure.
Now I welcomed any moments of normalcy we were allowed.
Any moments where her demon blood, my waking nightmares,
and nosy sorority sisters wouldn’t come between us. Spending the
day lying low in her underground apartment seemed to take care
of those intrusive factors, but they didn’t keep my brother from
texting me.
The display on my cell phone lit up as it vibrated. I wanted to
ignore it, but I couldn’t look away from the alert box in the center
of the screen. I picked it up off the coffee table. He was satisfied I’d
spent Friday watching movies. Now he wanted to know about my
Saturday night. I loved Todd so much, but for once I wanted him
to give a little less of a shit. I groaned, running my thumb over the
screen. Camila hugged me tighter and kissed my neck. I pressed
back against her even more. I loved feeling her warmth around me.
“What should I tell him?”
“What do you want to tell him, baby?”
I wanted to tell him the truth. I wanted to tell him everything,
but that wasn’t going to work. It wasn’t my truth to tell. Not all of
it anyway.
“I should tell him something about last night. He’ll keep asking
about that.”
“Okay,” she said, trailing hands down my sides. My eyes
slipped closed. It was so hard to focus on anything when she touched
me. I swallowed and tried to unscramble my hormone-riddled brain.
Task one, get Todd off my back and off my phone. Task two, finish
my damn homework, with my clothes on.
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“And I want to tell him about you. Stop that.” Her fingers found
their way up my borrowed tank top.
“Why?” Her fingers slid higher up to my bra.
“Because. I’m trying not to have sex with you. Until after I
finish my homework.”
“Okay. Excuse me,” she said. Then she moved to stand up. I
grabbed her hand before she got very far.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going over there.” She pointed across the room to the
armchair.
I shoved her hand back up my shirt. “You stay. Just keep it
above the belt, Ms. Sanchez.”
“This would be a lot easier if you didn’t smell so fucking good.”
“Well, you’re stuck with me and my fuckable scent. What
should I tell my brother?”
“Tell him you have an amazing girlfriend. And be sure to
include a detailed description of how cute I am.”
“Fine. I will,” I said defiantly. I started texting. “Your name’s
Mila. You’re a Mexican-American freshman from Washington, DC,
studying business. You don’t have a Facebook account so I’m telling
him not to bother looking.” I hit send then swapped my phone for
my book, dropping my cell on the coffee table.
Her breath tickled my ear as she chuckled softly. I breathed in
her delicious scent and gave myself over to her advances, only for a
moment. I turned my head enough for her to kiss me. Our lips met
and when her tongue slid into my mouth, I forgot all about Todd and
my homework.
Until my phone vibrated again. I turned away from Camila
with a frustrated grunt.
Brady sucks ass this season. Is she hot? Todd’s text read.
“He wants to know what you look like. Are pictures banned by
the master?”
“Sort of. Here.” She snatched my phone out of my hand and
turned it around. “Say cheese.” I flashed my teeth just as she pressed
the bottom. “Send him that.”
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Of course I looked like crap. Camila looked like she had just
walked off a centerfold’s page, all sweet cheeked and pouty lipped.
She’d even managed to smile in the most adorable way that hid her
canines. So unfair. If it had been anyone else but my brother, I would
have demanded a re-shoot. Something else bothered me, though.
I twisted around so I could see her face.
“Are you sure you want me to send this? There isn’t some
demon law about not showing yourself to non-feeder humans or
something?” I did want Todd to know her, and I trusted him more
than anyone. I knew he would never intentionally do anything to
hurt me or Camila. But after our scare in the hotel, the last thing I
wanted to do was put her at any sort of risk, even if she did want to
meet my family.
She looked at me for a moment and gently tucked loose strands
of my hair behind my ear.
“This is why I love you,” she said. “You call me Mila and that’s
who I’ll be, whenever that’s what you need. And Todd will be safe.
And so will Linda. And your dad. And so will I. Yes, I have to be
careful about some things, but I don’t have to hide from the people
you love.”
“And what if they want to meet your parents at some point?”
“Well, Rodrick is well-versed in shifting form, and Natasha’s
Spanish is pretty damn good.”
“Very funny.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you, Mila.”
“Good. Now send the picture. Then finish your reading. And
then, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to fuck you again. Or eat that
sweet pussy.”
My teeth grabbed at my bottom lip as I tried to hold in a shiver.
It didn’t work. My crotch was hardwired to her every word, and now
my underwear was drenched.
I sent the picture and then made a real effort to try to read.
Three pages in, the TV snatched my attention. The Pats scored on
an interception. And just as Peyton Manning threw a subtle sidelines
hissy fit, Todd texted back.
DAMN! And she’s in Alpha Beta O O O?
“You’re not meeting my brother,” I said.
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“Why?” she asked taking my phone from me. I ignored her
burst of laughter and turned back to my book. “I’m sorry. Would it
be better if I were homely? I can shift form to an ugly girl.”
“No! I mean I’m not that shallow. I just—”
“Yeah. That’s what I thought. Don’t worry. Your brother’s not
exactly my type.”
“Is it the fully human part or the penis you don’t agree with?”
I jumped as she suddenly kicked the coffee table out of the
way. It skidded across the carpet, stopping right in front of the TV.
Somehow my book and my phone stayed put, right on the dark
wood surface, but I had no time to marvel over that work of physics.
Camila picked me up and spun me around in the same swing of her
arms. Before I could blink, I was facing her, straddling her lap. I
wanted to argue, but it was useless. She pulled my tank over my
head. My bra wasn’t far behind.
“He’s not you, baby,” she said lightly. She took my nipple in
her mouth, stroking the very tip with her tongue and her fang. I was
done. My body was hers.
“I’m never going to get this reading done,” I said, fighting back
a moan.
“Yes, you are.” She nipped at my other breast, torturing me
some more. “Just not right now.”
A shred of determination lingered, but that didn’t stop me from
settling myself against her stomach and twisting my fingers through
the soft, short hair at the back of her head. I looked down, watching
her tongue slide back and forth over my tight nipple.
“No,” I pretended to protest. “Stop. Stop. Please. No. No. My
homework. No…” She bit down gently and my head rolled back
on my shoulders. I let out a shameless groan. “Don’t stop at all. Oh
God. That feels so good.”
Her scent washed up between us as she breathed against my
skin. Such an ass. She knew she had all the control. She knew the
moment my resolve turned to crap. I had to do something about that.
“Actually. Wait.”
Camila gazed up at me wide-eyed. My nipple was still in her
mouth.
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“I want to make you come,” I said quickly.
She released my nipple and her grip on my waist and leaned
back against the couch. I glanced at the smooth skin of her shoulder
as she stretched her arms out along the cushions, all cool and calm.
“Do you?”
“Yes.” Sure, I had made her come at the hotel, but for some
reason, that felt different. She was already keyed up and we’d already
had sex twice at that point. It was my turn to initiate something.
Even if it was five minutes after she initiated something first.
“Well, Red.” She started to move so I climbed off her lap and
watched her stand. She pulled off her tank top and the small red
track shorts she had on. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, but she
ditched her underwear just as quickly before stretching out on the
floor. She crossed her hands behind her head and peered up at me
like she wasn’t butt naked with the figure of a sixties pinup girl.
Her small waist and enormous breasts with large tips taunting my
intentions.
“Have at me,” she said playfully.
I stood next to the couch, fiddling with my hands. Camila
just lay there patiently waiting for me to back up my bravado. She
shifted a little and crossed her ankles. The simple motion made her
thighs look even fuller. I had to get in there.
“Do you want a pillow or something?” I asked, mentally
slapping myself for sounding lame.
Her mouth twitched, fighting a smile. “No, I’m fine. Thank you
for asking.”
I waited a moment, thinking of the best way to approach the
situation until my crotch reminded my brain that there was a naked
woman lying on the floor waiting for me to get on with it.
“Okay.” I sounded ridiculously determined. I got on my knees
beside her and crawled over her body. Now I knew I was being
ridiculous. I bit my lip, trying not to crack up. “Don’t move.”
“I’ll try not to.” Camila snorted, grimacing to keep her reaction
under control.
“Don’t laugh.” My own snort crippled my demand.
“You’re laughing.”
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“Because you’re laughing. Okay, seriously.” I sat up with a deep
breath, letting my butt settle on her hips, and fixed a stern expression
on my face. Then I collapsed to the floor with my hands beside her
shoulders and glared at her. She glared back, but the gold in her eyes
still twinkled. “This is serious. I’m sexy and you’re turned on. And I’m
about to give you the best orgasm of your life. Don’t you dare laugh.”
She licked her fangs, eyeing my mouth while she spoke. “Come
here, Red.” Giving up control, again, I leaned forward until our lips
met. “Give me your hand,” she whispered softly. She took my
fingers and guided them between our bellies, then between her legs.
I gasped the moment my hand brushed against her spread slit. She
was so wet and hot.
Camila held my fingers as we teased her clit together for a few
moments, gently toying with the length and the tip. She sighed a
little and closed her eyes, but her interest in the external play didn’t
seem to last very long.
Camila moved my index finger to the opening of her pussy. She
arched her back slightly and let her thighs open wider.
“Now. Fuck me.”
She let go and let me gently trace the most delicate bit of her
skin, coating my fingers in her wetness. She watched me, breathing
steadily, patiently. I appreciated that. I was talking a big game, but
I did want to know her more, without the dim lights and the music
or the ice cream hangover. We might have been at her place, but I
needed to know this part of her on my level of the playing field.
The Patriots mocked me by scoring again. I glanced at the TV
then back at Camila.
She reached up and brushed her thumb across my cheek. “I
love you.” The focus in her eyes told me she meant it. Pushing two
fingers deep inside her was my reply.
She inhaled deeply and settled into the carpet, closing her eyes
as she let the breath out.
I moved slowly, like she had done to me, using more pressure
than speed, brushing her clit with the heel of my hand, pressing up
into her inner walls. I loved the way she felt, tight and hot, her slick
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muscles clenching around my fingers. Leaning forward, I brushed
my lips over her dark nipple. She let out the sexiest sound, partway
between a whimper and a desperate purr, so I did it again, adding
my tongue to the mix, dragging it around and around the tiny ripples
of skin and the hard tip. She began touching me back, dragging her
fingers up and down my arm, then stroking lower to my ribs.
I added more pressure. And another finger.
Camila’s short nails bit into the skin on my side. “Ginger…”
she moaned.
“Does that feel good?” I asked, thrusting deeper.
“Yes.”
“Seriously?” I couldn’t hide my shock.
“Yes. Just like that. Fuck.”
I latched my mouth back onto her nipple. I peered up at her as
I suckled, mesmerized by the sound of her body. It was an addictive
sound, an arousing sound. Her hips rose off the floor and I realized
my hand had stopped moving.
“Oh. Sorry.” I frowned and started my fingers working again. I
did my best to ignore the way my body was reacting to her, the way
my brain seemed to want to capture every detail of the moment and
focused on giving her all the pleasure I could, with my hands and
my mouth. It was like rubbing my stomach and patting myself at the
same time. I knew I looked like an idiot doing it, and in this case,
sounded like an idiot too, but if I focused hard enough, I always got
the hang of it.
After a while, my fingers and my wrist started to get tired. The
muscle in my forearm was starting to twitch. Camila liked it hard
and deep, harder than I’d ever fucked myself, but I refused to give
up. She had made me come so hard, with and without her bite, and I
wanted to do the same for her.
Camila came without warning, growling and arching on the
floor. She turned her head sharply, calling my name, and that’s when
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