voice around him all the time and he didn’t correct them; but in truth, his talent didn’t work that way. People could talk; they just chose when they wanted to exert that skill, and the same could be said for his mind reading abilities.
Just like speech wasn’t possible without air in his lungs, he couldn’t hope to read anyone unless he was either calm or focused.
After clearing his mind from everything else on his plate, he managed to hear the familiar humming of voices – too many, at first. His range was rather wide. When he tuned out everyone else in Manhattan, he got a clearer idea of what happened around him.
There were four females in the penthouse; he immediately recognized and ruled out Charlotte, as well as another vampire’s – Jessica? That left two humans.
Sex. Both of them were thinking about sex, in very graphic details.
One was daydreaming about rope, chains, and details that gave him way too much insight about his brother’s appendages, but although he knew he’d got Fay, it was the second that caught his interest.
What made him stand numbly and peep into her fantasy like a common pervert was the fact that it was her, the woman from the previous day, and she was visualizing him, at her feet.
Had he really looked like that, buried between her long legs? Because it was hot. Very, very hot.
Reluctantly, he focused his attention back where it should be: on Fay.
Anyone who knew the Drake would have guessed that Michael would have been the first to settle down; then, perhaps Charlotte, although it would take a hell of a man to catch – and keep – her attention.
William would be the last, and only after hell had been turned into an ice rink, yet there he was, completely smitten, and committed, too.
If that was real, Michael wished them the best; if the girl was playing his brother, he’d burn her at the stake – it was that simple.
He pushed past the images in her mind and concentrated enough to discern her words.
It took a while; her mind was stronger than anticipated, warded by defenses, but he got it.
He heard love. Pure, undiluted, happily ever after kind of devotion. That was the only thing she hid. Hell, the dumb couple hadn’t even exchanged those three little words yet. How disgustingly sweet. He prayed he wouldn’t be present when they did; that was going to be barf-worthy.
Michael breathed out and went to meet his soon to be sister-in-law.
Three
She recalled that day when her science teacher had struggled to explain gravity; it was a shame that he hadn’t had a live version of that vampire handy – all he would have to do was to point toward him and say “there, you have it.” The focal point of the universe switched from the center of Earth to him when he entered the room.
A few hours ago, Cece had told herself she must have exaggerated his appeal – it wasn’t possible for a man to be quite so captivating.
She’d been wrong.
His long dark hair was now sleek, brushed back to emphasis on his features. The look was supposed to have gone out of fashion about two decades ago, but damn if he didn’t rock it. His eyes roamed around the room, taking everyone in, before landing on her.
As per what was now her standard, Cece was wearing a long sleeve turtleneck and three-quarter length jeggings, so it wasn’t like he could see much, past her face, but for some reason, it felt like his gaze could touch every layer of her flesh, and a bit of her soul, too.
Then, he winked.
Oh, good lord, have pity on your slutty little lost lamb, for she will sin.
“Michael,” Charlotte, one of the vampires around which she lived said, beaming toward him, and although the woman was kind and understanding, Cece felt like knocking some of her perfect teeth out when the man gave her the warmest smile.
Then, twisting the knife, he opened his arms wide and Charlotte jumped to her feet to go get a hug.
Cece was pretty sure she looked like a kicked puppy, and frankly,
Just like speech wasn’t possible without air in his lungs, he couldn’t hope to read anyone unless he was either calm or focused.
After clearing his mind from everything else on his plate, he managed to hear the familiar humming of voices – too many, at first. His range was rather wide. When he tuned out everyone else in Manhattan, he got a clearer idea of what happened around him.
There were four females in the penthouse; he immediately recognized and ruled out Charlotte, as well as another vampire’s – Jessica? That left two humans.
Sex. Both of them were thinking about sex, in very graphic details.
One was daydreaming about rope, chains, and details that gave him way too much insight about his brother’s appendages, but although he knew he’d got Fay, it was the second that caught his interest.
What made him stand numbly and peep into her fantasy like a common pervert was the fact that it was her, the woman from the previous day, and she was visualizing him, at her feet.
Had he really looked like that, buried between her long legs? Because it was hot. Very, very hot.
Reluctantly, he focused his attention back where it should be: on Fay.
Anyone who knew the Drake would have guessed that Michael would have been the first to settle down; then, perhaps Charlotte, although it would take a hell of a man to catch – and keep – her attention.
William would be the last, and only after hell had been turned into an ice rink, yet there he was, completely smitten, and committed, too.
If that was real, Michael wished them the best; if the girl was playing his brother, he’d burn her at the stake – it was that simple.
He pushed past the images in her mind and concentrated enough to discern her words.
It took a while; her mind was stronger than anticipated, warded by defenses, but he got it.
He heard love. Pure, undiluted, happily ever after kind of devotion. That was the only thing she hid. Hell, the dumb couple hadn’t even exchanged those three little words yet. How disgustingly sweet. He prayed he wouldn’t be present when they did; that was going to be barf-worthy.
Michael breathed out and went to meet his soon to be sister-in-law.
Three
She recalled that day when her science teacher had struggled to explain gravity; it was a shame that he hadn’t had a live version of that vampire handy – all he would have to do was to point toward him and say “there, you have it.” The focal point of the universe switched from the center of Earth to him when he entered the room.
A few hours ago, Cece had told herself she must have exaggerated his appeal – it wasn’t possible for a man to be quite so captivating.
She’d been wrong.
His long dark hair was now sleek, brushed back to emphasis on his features. The look was supposed to have gone out of fashion about two decades ago, but damn if he didn’t rock it. His eyes roamed around the room, taking everyone in, before landing on her.
As per what was now her standard, Cece was wearing a long sleeve turtleneck and three-quarter length jeggings, so it wasn’t like he could see much, past her face, but for some reason, it felt like his gaze could touch every layer of her flesh, and a bit of her soul, too.
Then, he winked.
Oh, good lord, have pity on your slutty little lost lamb, for she will sin.
“Michael,” Charlotte, one of the vampires around which she lived said, beaming toward him, and although the woman was kind and understanding, Cece felt like knocking some of her perfect teeth out when the man gave her the warmest smile.
Then, twisting the knife, he opened his arms wide and Charlotte jumped to her feet to go get a hug.
Cece was pretty sure she looked like a kicked puppy, and frankly,
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