It went on like that for days. Weeks. Who the hell knew and who the hell cared? My vampires would bring me blood like a vampire queen and then fuck me, sometimes one at a time, sometimes two, or sometimes all three at once. Listen, we had a lot of catching up to do, okay?

Besides, I needed to grow accustomed to my new vampire self without a mashed potato brain, needed to heal myself mentally, though physically I was fine. Better than fine with all the love, sexual healing, and ...