Chapter 120

I'd met him before. Karen had told him that we were cousins, and I played along. Karen was one drop-dead sister. Her petite body was naturally voluptuous, and her dark brown skin was flawless.

She was alone listening to some Jill Scott and sipping wine. I remembered back when I used to do that. I collapsed on her all-white couch and looked the way I felt.

"What's wrong?" She picked up her glass and sipped the pale fluid.

"Paul can't control his wolf, at least not fully."

"Oh no. Did he hurt you?"

"He pushed me the other day, after I tried to take a feeding from him. He said the wolf didn't like to feel dominated." I sighed. "And then tonight he bit my shoulder during lovemaking."

Karen waved her hand at me. "Vampires bite each other during lovemaking all the time. I don't know how many times Johan bit me, and I can't heal half as fast as you can."

"Vampires control what they do," I said. "Paul couldn't control himself."

"He's new, right?"

I nodded.

"Maybe it's like with Vampi