16 - The Ruthless Vampire

SOFIA

The bed was empty in the morning. Last night Maverick hadn’t had sex with me which was unusual and odd. The man couldn’t keep his hands off me and liked to maul me every chance he got. It wasn’t like I hated sleeping with him, I was just very confused about my feelings.

Maverick was an odd werewolf. He expected submission, and complete trust and he enjoyed playing with my emotions immensely, and yet, last night after sucking him off, he’d wrapped his arms around my body, and spooned me like a lover, and caressed every contour of my body like he had all the time in the world, some time in between, I’d even felt the soft brush of his lips against my back. Even though I hated to admit it, his hands had some kind of magic because he was playing me like a fiddle.

I was yet to experience his wrath and I hoped I never did.

I’d decided to throw my weapons. There was no point in running away from him. I could have been in a far worse situation than this. I just needed to follow the Alpha