He just glares at me before I disappear from the door to the room, up the stairs and in front of the door to the bedroom I took Felicity too.
I don’t bother to knock on the door, simply opening it and the sight before me makes my mouth water.
“I took a shower, I hope that’s okay,” Felicity says as she is standing there in a black as night bath robe. Her blonde hair is wet and the curls weighed down. Dripping along her supple skin.
Her blood smells even hotter as I step into the room and close the door behind me.
“You make it difficult to resist devouring you,” I growl under my breath.
Her face and chest grow pinker and she takes a small step back from me, but as I get even closer, I can smell her arousal. Musky and warm.
“Not until I know what I am, or why I am,” she says determined.
I sigh and lift a hand. I brush my fingers along her cheek. “Don’t you have questions for me?”
My claws brush her skin and she shivers.
“Why did I dream about this place?” she asks.
I eye her face. “I’m not sure. You must have some kind of…ability of foresight,” I reply. “Tell me, what you remember.”
I brush my thumb along her bottom lip, admiring how plump and juicy it is. I bet I could bite right into it like an apple.
She swallows thickly. “I remember the…portal you brought me here in. The room. With your family. I don’t remember this room, but I did dream about a bedroom. Or…well, I’m not sure if it was a bedroom.” She steps away from me, and I find that I already miss her heat. The scent of her so close to me.
Just the smell of her blood makes every part of me tingle.
“I remember a chair. A blue chair with several tears in it,” she motions her hand in the air as if she’s trying to feel for something that isn’t there. “The floor underneath the chair is…dark. Scuffed.”
Felicity’s eyes go wide. “Something is wrong,” she says quickly. “In the dream. I remember feeling scared. Terrified.”
“Are you scared right now?” I ask her. Inadvertently showing her the sharp points of my teeth. My forked tongue drags across the front of my teeth for a moment as I step closer to her.
“No,” she whispers.
“I can hear your heart beat,” I tell her. “It’s so fast, like a little hummingbird in a cage.”
She gasps softly, but doesn’t step away from me. “N-Now you answer one of my questions.”
“Mm, not yet,” I tsk. “Have you had these dreams for long?”
“My entire life,” she admits. Felicity tilts her head back and forth. “At least, as long as I can remember. Sometimes they come true, sometimes they don’t. I remember only bits and pieces. I’ve never remembered an emotion quite as wrong as this one.” She puts her hand on her chest and takes a deep breath.
She’s so…distracting. Her soft hair and skin, the blood pulsing just underneath. So divine.
“Are you alright?” she asks when I’ve been quite for a moment or two too long.
I clear my throat. “Just fine,” I insist. “You may ask your question now.”
Felicity’s brow furrows as she looks at me, up and down. “If demon exist, what else exists?” she finally asks.
I can’t help but smirk at her. “That’s a loaded question, Princess,” I tell her. “I couldn’t possibly list them all…well, I could, but it would take way too much time.”
“Fine,” she clicks her tongue. “Vampires?”
I shove my hands into my pockets. “Yes.”
“Werewolves?”