License to Bite: A Paranormal Romantic Comedy (New Orleans Nocturnes Book 1) by Carrie Pulkinen

Author:Carrie Pulkinen [Pulkinen, Carrie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

“Good luck, my friend.” Gaston slapped Ethan on the back and grinned. He even had the nerve to laugh, the bastard. “I’m just a thought away if you need me.” He spun on his heel and disappeared into the crowd.

Jane strutted next to Ethan, matching his pace as he strode up Royal Street. “Oh, that’s cute.” She paused to look at a red vintage-style dress, reminiscent of the 1950s, in a shop window. “Too bad these stores aren’t open after dark. I’ll have to see if I can order this online.”

He started to complain that they needed to be on their way, but she was registered and had her biting permit. Other than teaching her how to feed, they had no pressing plans. He’d just damned her to a life of darkness; he could give her a moment to look at a pretty dress. Hell, if he could afford it, he’d buy the damn thing. She’d look amazing in it.

His face pinched at the thought. He’d figured—he’d hoped—that as soon as the mating mark was removed, his attraction to her would cease. But other than the little hollow space in his chest, he didn’t feel any differently about the confounding woman.

She was loud, entitled, and extremely annoying, yet every time she smiled, his sluggish heart beat a little bit faster. And now that he knew what she was wearing beneath her form-fitting sweater and jeans, he couldn’t get the image out of his mind. She wasn’t the only one who felt the desire to tear off clothing every time they touched.

There was a simple solution for that. He just wouldn’t touch her. He hadn’t felt attraction to anyone since Vanessa died. No need to change things now.

“Hey. You okay?” She placed her hand on his arm, sending a jolt to his heart and yanking him out of the daydream he’d lost himself in.

“Yeah. Fine.” He rubbed the spot where she’d touched him, trying to erase the images flashing through his mind of her rubbing another spot…a spot that hadn’t been touched in years. He stepped back, out of arm’s reach.

“What did Gaston mean by just a thought away? Can y’all put thoughts into each other’s heads?”

He shoved his hands into his pockets. “We can.”

Her dark eyes sparkled. “Can you teach me to do that? Can you do it to anyone?”

“I will eventually, and you can, but it takes time and intense practice to communicate with anyone other than your sir— the person who turned you.” She was right. Calling him her sire did sound wrong. He wasn’t into the daddy fetish either.

She smiled. “Now is as good a time as any.”

“Your constant talking already grates in my ears. I don’t need you inside my mind too.”

“Whoa.” She clutched her head. “You don’t have to be so rude.” Her smile returned. “I’ve got to learn how to do that.”

“More importantly, you need to learn how to feed. Let’s leave the Quarter and find dinner, shall we?”

Her nose crinkled. “Let’s have dinner in the French Quarter.

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