The Vampire's Second Chance novel Chapter 11

“Want to hear my last name?” she purred. Dear goddess almighty. When she isn’t talking like I’m going to eat her she had the most captivating deep, feminine voice. Luckily my hands were in my pockets.

“S-sure,” I stuttered.

“Business,” she winked throwing her hair over her shoulder, and continued the graveled path.

“Nunya Business? Nunya Business.” I repeated over and over. I smiled widely, my fangs overshadowing my lower lip as I barked out a laugh. Slapping my knee my laughter roared over the lake, echoing into the not-to-distant woods. Vampires from afar watched me in amusement, some snorting at my ridiculousness. I don’t remember if I have ever laughed that hard in my life, it felt surprisingly refreshing, it felt right. My heart did summersaults, feeling the soaring eagles run through me.

I was too busy laughing to pay attention where my beloved was going until the smell of her intoxicating scent filled my lungs. Different, her blood was different than any other human’s that I had smelled.

My beloved stood right in front of me, her eyes twinkled in amusement. “You’ve seriously never heard of that joke?” Her lips twitched, trying not to laugh.

“Is it a joke that is common in this area?” I calmed my demeanor. My hands no longer shook, my body becoming more comfortable not to reach out and grab her and hold her close. This would be a true test for me. Not being able to grab her, hold her tight and never let her had the demon rolling inside me. I couldn’t let anything happen to her…

“It’s something kids say to each other,” she laughed. “When you said you just moved here, where did you exactly move from?” Relaxing my stance, I shrugged my shoulders.

“Place called Bergarian.” Her eyes widened, taking a step back.

“Right, I’ve heard of the place,” she rubbed her lips together. They turned bright pink, and the soft movements of her lips pressing down on her skin causing the blood to rise to mouth had my mouth salivating. My fingers itched to touch them, just rub my fingertips over the puffy skin.

“I haven’t visited Earth in a while,” I tried to keep the conversation going. I couldn’t let her leave, not just yet.

“Really? How long?” her curiousness made me smile.

“A hundred and fifty years or so.” Her passive look would have tricked anyone, but not with the blood rushing through her veins and the quickness of her pants. “I’m a little over five hundred.”

“Dang, you are older than my new step-daddy-vampire,” she snorted. Her hand went to her face, covering her mouth. I went to reach out to pull her hand away from her mouth until Suron screamed from across the courtyard.

“My two favorites!” He squealed.

Hades.

Stepping forward to chase her, Suron grabbed my wrist halting me. Turing, I hissed at him, having him drop my wrist. Holding up his hands he backed away. “Give her some space, man,” Suron smiled. “There’s a lot of layers to her and you are only going to chase her away.”

“You’ve barely grown into your fangs, and you are giving me mating advice?” I snapped. Suron snickered, shaking his coppery hair.

“Hey Sebastian!” My beloved called from down the street, breaking my heated gaze from Suron. My head perked up, listening intently. “It’s Christine!” Before I could come up with a reply, she rushed into the house.

Finally, Christine.

Suron gave me a strange grin as I turned back to him. “Listen, Christine is like an ogre.”

“What?” I snapped. The fuck does he think he is calling her a damn ogre?

“She has, layer,” he drawled. “Please tell me you have seen Shrek?” I raised a brow, curling my lip in disgust.

“Gods, it’s time to educate you on your beloved.”