After I finally took off that mask and thrust it into Calder’s pocket—because I didn’t think I could be face-f****d any more tonight—I took my time in the bathroom to clean myself up. Lines of drool dried from my mouth down to my neck. My makeup was smeared slightly.
I felt so used tonight, and I loved it.
While I might not have enjoyed the attention earlier in the night, I loved how ruthless my guys were in claiming every inch of me in front of the younger Durnbone crowd. There was no questioning now who I belonged to. And who belonged to me.
Once I grabbed a cloth from Maxine’s closet, I cleaned myself up and reapplied some mascara in the mirror. My eyes glimmered underneath her dim bathroom light, the shining light from the almost-full moon reflecting off the mirror.
Vampiric scents
