He kept my legs pinned to the bed with his large hands, easily keeping me restrained with his vampire strength as I thrashed in his hold.
"One more time for me, baby," he urged as he slowed his tongue, now licking me at a leisurely pace. Every inch...
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I can't explain what this feeling is. It's as if my body was being physically pulled here.
A calling, so to speak.
New Orleans has an amazing night life scene making it a great place to expand. Steve and I will definitely be opening another night club here.
"Steve, you made your point. Let the man breathe." I huff, standing straighter. He's currently using his powers to inflict the illusion of a collapsed lung on the poor real-estate agent.
"Buck... he's trying to con more money out of us just because he knows we have it." Steve insists as he cranes his neck to the side and looks me in the eyes.
"I'm not! I'm not, I swear!" the man strains, his voice hoarse from lack of oxygen. I barely hear the words leave his mouth.
"Steve..." I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose.
Steve stares at me a few more moments before letting out a long, dramatic sigh and muttering something along the lines of 'you're no fun' under his breath. He drops the illusion and crosses his arms over his chest as the man doubles over in pain, taking a deep breath and coughing.
"How about we take it off your hands for two-hundred?" I counter, my eyes turning red as I stare deep into the mans soul.
"Two... two-hundred thousand s-sounds like a d-deal." the man says frantically.
I let a smirk come across my lips and nod my head, signaling for the man to leave and draw up the agreement. He scampers off, leaving Steve and I alone.
"Compulsion, Buck? Really?" Steve scoffs dropping his arms to his side.
"Hey, I don't want to stay here any longer than I have to so I took a shortcut." I shrug. "Plus, I still have a couple of boxes to unpack and I want to finish before we go to dinner tonight." I defend, holding my hands up in mock surrender.
Steve let's out a small chuckle and steps towards me, throwing his arm around my shoulder. "Let's go you big knucklehead."
We stalk towards our cars and hop in, racing off back to my house. We make it there in no time and I dive right into unpacking my last few boxes with Steve's help.
A couple of hours later, we find ourselves standing at the wet bar. I pour two whiskies and slide one over to Steve. He picks it up and throws it back, slamming it down and pouring himself another.
"You do know this crap doesn't do anything for us, right?" I stare at him in utter amusement.
"Oh, believe me... I'm well aware," Steve snickers while taking a swig of his second drink. "only downfall of being a vampire if you ask me." he continues.
I outright laugh at that.
"So," he starts again "any idea what this..." he trails off, furrowing his eyebrows in thought for a moment. "calling... is about?"
