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“Yes,” he says adamantly before walking into a large linen closet. He grabs two bath towels and hand towels and places them on the small table by the tub.
“So you only feed at the club?”
“There or at the places. Here, I drink blood bags.”
“Then why did you let me come here?”
“Because you asked and you are the only person I want in my space. I felt you the night you came into Blood Lust and I was instantly drawn to you. I knew I wanted you then. Had you asked that night, I would have yes. You will always get a yes from me.”
“Just like that you know?”
“I do,” he says, then pecks my lips. “You know it too. What we just did, the chemistry, our exchange of blood, it was natural, meant to be. The reason why I didn’t have a mate in Africa or anywhere else is because my mate is you.”
“What? We just met? That can’t be,” I say, surprised, just not as surprised I should be. Before I can reconcile his words with my minimal surprise and stormy thoughts, he speaks.
“You feel that shit and I feel it along with your doubts. Brush them shits to the side and that nigga too.”
“Nigga?” I ask, truly shocked. He knows about Langston?
“I didn’t need to know his name either because he doesn’t matter anymore. That shit is over. It ended when you drank my blood and gave me that addictive pussy,” he says, because he doesn’t know how complicated shit is with Langston.
Unfortunately, I do, but I also know I definitely can’t stay with Langston anymore. Everything about today and tonight proves that. If Langston had my heart, treated me right and showed me any ounce of compassion, I would have not ended up here. I would never be feeling this connected to Noab and I wholeheartedly wouldn’t be entertaining the crazy notion that I might be his mate. I’m not that girl; I don’t cheat. If a man has my heart and treats it and me with care, I’m all his.
In just one day, Noab has exuded all the things a woman wants in a man. Because I want to live in his world and this moment, I push all thoughts from Langston from my mind and enjoy this soothing bath prepared for me by the man that just so masterfully put my ass through the mattress and called me his mate.
As I bathe, he showers. He finishes before me and dresses in a pair of briefs. When I’m done and start to get out of the tub, he rushes over, grabs a towel, and stretches it between his hands. I step into it.
“Thank you,” I tell him as he wraps the towel around me. The oil he dropped into my water has my skin so supple and moist. Even after I dry off, I feel moisturized, so I pull on the shirt he has laid out for me on his bed and climb into it.
“Are you hungry?” he asks as he grabs my dress and underwear from the floor.
“What are you doing with those?”
“I’m putting them in the machine. But are you hungry? Do you feel weak?”
“No, I’m not hungry and I’m fine for real. Weak? No. Satisfied and aching in a good ass way? Yes,” I say with a smile and a relaxed look replaces his concerned expression. “I’m a little thirsty though.”
“I’ll grab you something from the fridge after I put these in the machine.”
“Or I can get it myself. I am hella curious about what’s in your fridge.”
After scooting off the bed, I follow him out of his room. The laundry room is directly across from his. When he enters it, I turn right and make my way to the kitchen. I pass a small room with a desk and shelves of books, a guest room with just a bed, and a weight room before finding the family room then the kitchen.
His home is absolutely exquisite, an open concept with high ceilings, marbled tile and counters, modern furniture and appliances, and beautiful African art. The huge kitchen island houses his sink and dishwasher. There’s a double stove and the refrigerator is double sided with glass doors. The pantry is walk-in and filled with snacks, food, and seasonings, all organized. The only things he’s missing are Oreos and almond milk.
“Do you cook?” I ask when I feel his presence behind me.
“I do but barely. When I’m hungry for food, it’s just quicker to grab something already cooked. Did you see something you wanted?”
“Right now, I’m just being nosy, but I do want an adult beverage.”
“The bar is around this corner. What do you like?”
“Liquor,” I say and he laughs and shakes his head. “But for real, wine. I haven’t slept the best the last few nights and sometimes a glass of wine helps.”
“We can get your wine but I’ll make sure you sleep really good tonight.” He steps closer then kisses the side of my neck. “I’m going to suck your pussy and make you cum so hard you knock out. I took it easy on you before.” His words travel from my neck all the way to my clit.
“Well, damn. If it’s that easy, maybe I need to say fuck that wine.”
