Duncan curled up in a tangle of blankets and pillows, snuggled against Nigel’s back, tracing the scars along his shoulder. Agnes yawned mightily, stretching and displaying her round breasts, but even that sight, exquisite as it was, moved him to do no more than smile. Nigel obliged her, covering one pert globe with his hand, although his movements were more for comfort.
“I may need to eat again,” Duncan said, kissing a puckered mark. “Being forced to perform such services as I have this night.”
“Don’t look at me as a food source, vamp,” Nigel murmured. He seemed on the brink of sleep, even though his fingers still teased Agnes’ n****e. “Rod-wax isn’t like to make you ill, but I don’t expect it to taste particularly good.”
Duncan blinked. “You have paraffin in your veins? Why?”
Nigel ro
