Free Longest Days (The Firsts) by C.L. Quinn Page A

than satisfying on an emotional level.  They had just been sex.  That was the way it should have been. He didn’t deserve passion.  Or love.
    But his reaction to his rescuer was something very different.
    He needed to leave.  Soon.  Before he was tempted to touch her.  Even to just feel her skin beneath his fingertips would be heaven. No.  It wasn’t going to happen.
    Daniel rolled up tightly in the comforter and tried to get some rest.  It smelled like her.  A light scent of vanilla and woman.
    He did not sleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Alvin looked around the all-natural house built into the landscape on an ocean cliff on the island of Tasmania.  The loony vampiress had retired to her chambers for a bath.  She’d told him he may be welcome to join her in the future.  But not now.  Not yet.  He was fine with that.  It gave him a chance to nose around a little and try to find out more about this strange woman who was much too powerful.  If there was a way, he wanted to see if she could give him similar powers.
    But there was nothing useable.  The woman was apparently as vacuous as she seemed.  He had just finished glancing through some papers on a desk when she walked out onto the second floor landing naked except for black stiletto heels.  And dripping wet.    The hardwood floors would appreciate that, Alvin thought.
    “Well, you’ve made yourself at home.  Now.  Tell me how long you’ve been here.  I told you I’ve never seen another vampire here and I’ve been here a lot of years.  So, tell me your story.  Don’t lie.  I can tell if you do.”
    He believed her.  She was something different.  He just didn’t know how much to tell her.  His hesitation caused her to laugh.
    “In spite of my warning, you’re trying to decide your spin.  Little vampire Alvin.  Would you like me to show you how I get the truth out of people?  You don’t even have to speak.  It can hurt like a mother, though.”  She sighed and looked at the ceiling, coming down the stairs.  “Your choice.”
    He stared at her for a moment.  Her excellent body was small with absolutely perfect breasts that had no sag at all. They were probably as pert as they were when she first changed god knows how many centuries ago.  Vampire privilege.  Perfect physical specimens.  Well, mostly.
    He did have a thing for female breasts.  She lounged casually on a rattan chair, and he wondered briefly if it was comfortable against her bare skin.  He thought it might not have been since she moved her legs back and forth.  The movement revealed her shaved privates, and the vertical slit captured his attention and distracted him too much to answer her.  Yes, he liked that, too.
    “Hey!”  she yelled, and Alvin lifted his head to look at her face.  “Those lips don’t talk.  Well, not like that, anyway.  So, you better start doing so.  You might have already noticed…I’m not very patient.”
    He sat down on a chair a few feet away that looked like it might have been made by locals.  He leaned in.
    “You have to promise not to kill me.  Is your word good?”
    He saw her brows come together.  She began to speak, but then didn’t.  Her legs crossed and uncrossed again.  He looked.  He had to.  She enjoyed her power to make him do that.
    “So, you’re asking if I can be trusted.  Am I honorable?”
    “Exactly.  If you tell me you will not hurt me, can I depend that you won’t?”
    Tamesine twisted around in the gliding chair.  “Well, okay.  I promise I will not hurt you.  Unless you lie.   I hate lies.”
    Alvin nodded and leaned back, then sat forward.  “I told you how the love of my life died because the vampire that made me wouldn’t change her.  I hate being vampire without her.  I’m afraid I’ve done some things you would not approve.  I have….”  He hesitated and watched her face for any signs that she was going to eat his face.  No reaction.  Just a casual lean back