Free Demon of Desire by Ari Thatcher Page B

her
now.
    He decided he should tell her that, so she would understand
them a little better.

Chapter Seven
     
    Sin opened her eyes to the realization the bath water had
gone cool. Small islands of bubbles floated between her knees and the end of
the tub. How long had she been in there? She lifted a hand and glanced at her
fingers, surprised not to see wrinkles. Her body really was dead. Or undead.
    She didn’t notice a chill when she stood, either. So many
little changes were easy to overlook in the day-to-day adjustment to being a
vampire. Like the way her teeth felt when she and Enos made love, how the
canines had grown. Grabbing the thick, fluffy towel from the bar, she patted
her skin. She had always been pale and had been grateful in recent years when
that look became popular. At least that was one change she didn’t have to get
used to.
    When she heard footsteps above, she was glad to know the
guys were up there so she didn’t have to wonder what might be moving about in
the attic. She’d be so happy when life took on a normal routine. Normal .
Right. Rising at dusk and toasting the sunset with a goblet of O-positive. What
did vampires do all day—er, night? Flit around from tree to tree?
    Speaking of which, she wondered if she could fly. Turn into
a bat at will. That would save on auto maintenance and gasoline bills.
    Perhaps it was a good thing the three men were staying so
close. With her luck she’d shift without notice in some embarrassing situation
and land on the nightly news. Or YouTube.
    She pulled on some clothes, barely glancing in the mirror at
her appearance. One day soon, perhaps, she’d feel like dressing up and putting
on makeup but for now, she couldn’t really care less about how she looked.
Running a brush through her hair, she pictured each of the brothers and thought
about her feelings for them.
    Baen was the leader, it seemed. The big brother. She’d never
known triplets before so seeing the dynamic in action was new. So alike, yet so
different. Baen exuded confidence, like a man who was used to getting his way.
He wasn’t bossy or bull-headed, but more like a prince who grew up knowing he’d
one day be king.
    What would he be like in bed? Probably a confident lover who
would know exactly what she needed. Would he be the type to tell her what to
do, how to touch him? The idea of him asking her to undress him, to run her
tongue over his hardened length before taking him in her mouth had ripples of
excitement coursing through her.
    Then there was Gower. She hadn’t had as much time alone with
him but her attraction had been instant. In the days since she’d been turned,
her sense of smell had grown stronger and Gower’s scent was the most powerful
of the three. Just catching a whiff of him as he walked past could make her
salivate. She suddenly understood women who buried their faces in a lover’s
shirt or pillowcase just to inhale the memory of him.
    Enos was the most emotional of the three. More nurturing.
He’d be the one to bring her soup in bed when she was sick. Gourmet recipe, of
course. He’d be the one she’d curl up with on a winter night when cabin fever
set in. His presence enriched her somehow. Making love to him had been as
wildly passionate as she expected, but her heart felt calmer afterward, if such
a thing was possible.
    It had also made her dilemma quite clear. She needed to come
to some sort of decision about her relationship with the brothers. She was
drawn to each of them in different ways. She could imagine a happily-ever-after
with any of them, as ridiculous as it might seem so soon after meeting them.
But she had to figure out if she could handle being with all three of them as
they insisted was meant to be.
    For the moment, she needed to see how they were doing with
emptying the attic. Hopefully the only dangerous objects in the house were up
there. She doubted that, though, since the fetish had been found in her aunt’s
bedroom.
    She seen her aunt’s