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I cup her firm ass in both hands. “You underestimate the scope of my imagination.”
“You underestimate just how few dealbreakers I have in the bedroom.” She rubs against me like a cat, but I’m the one left wanting to purr. She feels so fucking good, my fangs are already thickening, and my cock seems determined to rip through my fly like a jorogumo through human flesh.
The odd comparison makes me frown until I remember, “I think you have another issue,” I say, still squeezing her ass because I very simply lack the ability to stop touching it. “In your front garden. We should have a look before you pack your things, make sure we don’t need to call supernatural pest control as well.”
She frowns. “What issue? And why am I packing my things?”
“You and Annie are coming to stay in our guest wing. You can’t very well stay here with a house kraken in your pipes. You won’t be able to shower safely until it’s removed.”
“We can take baths in Annie’s bathroom instead,” she says. “I don’t want to put you out.”
“You won’t be. Our servants will attend to your needs, and I’ll rest easier knowing you’re safe. Besides…” I nod toward the toilet in the corner. “Showers aren’t the only issue. Kraken can come through the toilet as well.”
Blaire’s eyes widen in horror.
“Exactly,” I agree. “I can’t imagine a worse way to die than with a tentacle up the—”
“Don’t say it,” she cuts in with a shudder. “I’m already imagining it and it’s horrible. I’m not sure my butt cheeks will ever unclench again.”
I squeeze her tight as fuck buttocks. “That’s all right. They feel good clenched.”
She tries to shift backward out of my arms, but I keep my hands where they are and her hips pressed tight to mine, summoning a smile to her face. “So, you’re an ass man, huh? I would have pegged you as a breast guy.”
“Why?”
She shrugs. “All the vampires in the movies seem to enjoy sinking their teeth into pillowy boobs.” Her lashes droop lower over her dancing eyes as she adds in a husky voice, “And you were very attentive to mine last night.”
Before I can assure her that I intend to be equally attentive to all her delicious parts, there’s a knock on the bathroom door.
“Blaire? Are you okay?” Annie asks from the hall outside. “I thought I heard screaming up here, but I couldn’t tell for sure. I’ve been in the basement with my headphones on.”
“Yeah, you did hear screaming, but I’m fine now.” Blaire steps toward the door and this time I let her, even though my cock laments the loss of her belly pressed against him like a death in the family. “Darcy flew in to help.”
She opens the door, revealing Annie in baggy black sweatpants and a stained sweatshirt featuring a worm surrounded by piles of books. Her pale features are make-up free and her glasses are large and awkward looking on her narrow face. I can’t help wishing I could spirit her up to Colin just like this. My brother isn’t a shallow man, but he might be persuaded to slow his race to the altar upon discovering how much his future bride looks like the nerdy girl who never survives until the end of the horror movie.
As Blaire explains the kraken infestation, I do my best to remember how to tell a spider shifter from a normal one. When Annie leans into the shower to stare through the bowl into the drain, I ask Blaire, “Do you have any citrus in the house?”
Her lips pucker. “Citrus… I’m not sure.”
“Even say, a small squeeze bottle of lemon juice, would do the trick.” I arch a pointed brow and Blaire has the grace to look guilty.
“Right, I do have one of those,” she says as Annie leans closer to the drain, muttering, “I don’t see anything. Are you sure it’s still in there?”
“It’s still in there,” I assure her before turning back to Blaire. “Fetch the juice and meet me in the front yard. We’ll make sure your spider is just a spider, not something worse, and then I’ll call for help with your luggage.”
“We don’t really—” Annie’s words end in a yip of surprise as she leaps away from the shower, pressing back against the peeling wallpaper. “Oh my God. I saw it.” She shudders. “I’m never going to be able to shower again. That’s it. I’ll just stay dirty for the rest of my life.”
“Or be able to use the toilet,” Blaire mutters, pushing on when Annie makes a strangled sound and clutches at her throat, “It’s fine. Once we get those plastic pipes in, it won’t bother us anymore.” She squeezes her sister’s shoulder. “Why don’t you start packing? I’ll go check on Mama Spider with Darcy and be back in to help in just a few minutes.”
“But how am I going to get ready without a shower?” Annie asks, blinking behind her large lenses, clearly still in shock from what she saw squirming around in the drain.
“You can wash and dress in the guest quarters at the estate,” I assure her, secretly pleased I might have a chance to parade this cute, but decidedly less sexy version of Annie in front of my brother.
She’s already far, far from his usual type. Once he sees her in caterpillar form, it might at least get him to the pump the brakes long enough to notice how well Blaire and I are getting along.
Annie tugs on a lock of cobweb bedraggled hair. “All right. Thank you.” She starts to leave the bathroom but turns back with a spooked expression. “There isn’t anything I should be afraid of in the basement, is there? I was down there all afternoon going through old boxes and I kept hearing footsteps. Light footsteps, like a kid was running across the room behind me. But every time I turned around, they stopped, and I never saw anything move.”
“Probably a poltergeist,” I say. “They’re nothing to worry about. Most of them are harmless, especially the ones who died when they were children.”
