Dawn of Eve by Pam Godwin

Author:Pam Godwin [GODWIN, PAM]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pam Godwin
Published: 2017-09-08T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Three weeks later, I sat beside Eddie on a concrete rooftop and lifted my face to the pinkish-orange sky as the sun sank behind Yukon’s Volcano Mountain. Sleeping with Salem during the short daylight hours had filled me with longing for this, the emotional warmth of sunshine breathing life into a cold dead world. So I’d left him asleep, exchanging the comfort of his arms for a stolen moment of UV rays.

“Is it weird to have your teeth come and go like that?” Eddie stared at my mouth and passed the hot cup of acorn brew we were sharing.

“A little, I guess.” I slid my tongue along straight human teeth and shrugged. “I’m getting used to it.”

“At least Salem can’t sneak up on you.”

“True.” I sipped the bitter coffee-like beverage and flexed my legs where they dangled over the edge of the roof.

We perched on the corner of a three-story L-shaped building. It’d been a hospital in the old world. Now it served as the western bulwark of our temporary camp. Behind me, a hodgepodge of rock and wood walls encircled what was left of a rural Canadian town. The fencing was weak in areas, and the exterior barricades between the crumbling stone buildings could be climbed given enough time and determination. My soldiers had been toiling for weeks, cutting down trees, and reinforcing the perimeter.

Thirty-six human men and four women resided here before we showed up. Our group of two dozen soldiers and twenty female survivors more than doubled the population. But once the border around the settlement was secured, we would head back to Hoover Dam and leave the pregnant women here.

Eddie raised a pair of binoculars and scanned the shadows that started to form across the frozen tundra. “Michio wants to bring Salem home with us.”

“I know.” I set the cup aside and shivered against the rapidly declining temperature.

My hooded tailcoat was made from patches of sweaters in an assortment of earthy colors. The sleeves hung past my hands and the layered wool flared around my knees. Since my return to the camp, I’d acquired a badass wardrobe. Two of the survivors from the breeding facility were seamstresses, and they’d discovered a stockpile of fabrics in one of the old buildings. Surrounded by wool, flax, alpaca, and leather, they’d fashioned numerous pieces for me, tailored to fit every dip and curve of my body.

Today I wore a brown leather corset over a flowing white blouse and fitted trousers. My favorite accessories were the chunky utility belts that draped around my waist, each customized to carry things like a compass, my mother’s dagger, and rope. The first time Salem saw me in this outfit, he removed it piece by agonizing piece and fucked me against the wall of our makeshift bedroom.

My thighs clenched at the memory of the predatory hunger in his eyes, and I felt a sudden urge to race back to the room and wake him with my mouth around his cock. He hadn’t let me pleasure him like that since my fangs appeared.

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