A Vampire's Wicked Hunger: An Edgy Paranormal Urban Fantasy Romance featuring Sexy Vampires, Werewolves, Wicked Witches and Shapeshifters (Love on the Edge Book 4) by Adler Chloe

Author:Adler, Chloe [Adler, Chloe]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi
ISBN: 9781947156074
Publisher: Signum Publishing
Published: 2017-07-26T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Sunlight burst through my windows, burning holes in my retina at the ungodly hour of ten a.m. Figuratively. Dammit. I'd gotten home so late I'd forgotten to draw my blackout curtains. The sun was harsh and biting, like tiny sand crabs snapping at my bare ankles.

I shifted in bed, restless with unspent energy from the night before, and pressed my hands between my legs, hard against my mound. I had run home last night and gone to sleep without touching myself. My banked fire was burning a hole in my psyche.

Channel your sexual energy into a laser focus. There will be plenty of time to play with yourself later. Or better yet, get someone else to satiate your needs. The problem with that line of thinking was that it led to thoughts of jumping on Tiyah and Elijah. But how could I? I would not be their home-wrecker. How would I be any different from Margery if I destroyed the beautiful relationship they had? My hand flew to my chest. Heartburn? The ache there was new.

The couple wanted me for now, but more likely they were just enamored with the idea of it. The fantasy of a threesome. Of love 'em and leave 'em. Shit, hadn't I perpetuated that exact stereotype for my entire life?

Thumping out to the kitchen in my purple velvet robe and slippers, I found a fresh pot of coffee and a note from Jared. He and Chrys were at their respective schools while the boys had taken Rex out for a walk. I poured myself a cup and sat down at the table, looking at my phone, frowning. Zero messages. Nothing from the couple which, again, was what I wanted, but . . . why hadn't my father called? If I could meet Dad alone and speak to him I was sure we could work things out. He was a lot of things, but racist was not one of them. Dialing his number, I didn't realize I was holding my breath until he answered.

“Maria, hello.” His tone was clipped and cold.

“Papa. What are your plans for this morning?”

“Nada. Que?”

“Can you meet me at the cafe on the pier?”

“For breakfast?”

“No, well yeah, I love their pancakes, but mostly I'd just like to sit somewhere and talk for a bit, if that's okay with you.”

“You don't look like you should be eating pancakes, Maria.” His chuckle stung. “But I'll meet you. In an hour?”

“That would be great. And, Dad?”

“Yes?”

“Can you come alone, please? I'd like to have a private father-daughter chat.”

“Of course.” He hung up.

I texted him the name and address before I showered, changed and headed out to the living room. Rex was back with the boys, tail thumping wildly upon seeing me.

“Hey, boy.” I ruffled his fur. “Wanna go on another walk?”

He barked up at me.

“Where ya goin'?” Carter asked from the couch, where he sat with Alec, both of them reading on their Kindles.

“To meet my dad at the cafe. I'd ask you two to come along but I need to see him alone.

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