𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌
❝like a moth to a flame, she always returns to me❞
Dakota Elkins is no stranger to the supernatural with her being a telepath and vampires out of the coffin, but when one winds his way into her cousins...
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DAKOTA HAD NEVER FELT SO COMFORTABLE IN BED BEFORE. The sheets felt like velvet against her skin and her body sunk into the mattress, as if floating on clouds. The blonde nuzzled into her pillow and let out a satisfied sigh. The heavy arm wrapped around her waist pulled her closer to a cold chest and she let herself be pulled into an embrace.
"Hm," she hummed, smile gracing her features. "Good morning."
Eric kept silent, he just brushed his nose over the exposed skin on her neck and planted a kiss there. His fingers trailed over her hips slowly, and down her upper thigh. Dakota leaned further into his touch as he rubbed small circles on her bare skin. The vampire grinned when he noticed the goosebumps rise on her skin and the tops off his fingers ghosted over her underwear, tracing the elastic band.
"Eric," a breathy moan escaped from between her lips.
He chuckled beside her, brushing a lock of hair from her face with his other hand as his fingers dipped underneath her underwear. Dakota gasped, arching her back and moving her right leg over his own.
"You like that?"
All Dakota could do was nod vigorously as his digits moved between her folds. The blonde latched onto his forearm, another long moan escaping her lips. Sweat covered her body and she wanted the sheets gone, despite the chill of his cold body.
The blonde's eyes snapped open and her body jerked as the plane moved through the sky. Dakota blinked the sleep from her eyes and let out a heavy sigh, feeling as if Eric still had his hands on her. She glanced at the coffin on her left, seeing it was still sealed shut and she was glad of it. If Eric had been awake she was sure she'd never hear the end of it, but he was still dead for the day, though night approached.
Sookie had not been exaggerating when she said that vampire blood directly from the source gave you crazy sex dreams. Dakota gulped down the glass of water before her and just hoped to land in Dallas soon. She didn't know if she could face Eric after ... that. He'd probably figure her out within seconds.
"Miss, we'll be descending soon."
It was the pilot and Dakota sighed in relief, thanking him before strapping herself in. She watched as the plane began to descend toward the city below and she admired the view. Flying truly was a thrilling experience and she wondered why she hadn't done it before. The world looked miniature and she enjoyed the feeling of being away from her own life for a moment. Away from all the death and murders.
It took the pilot fifteen minutes to touch down on the landing and Dakota took off her seatbelt, stretching her legs as she got up. The door opened and she let herself out, breathing in the fresh Texas air. Walking down the steps, her eyes fell onto a man to her right, holding up a sign that read 'Northman party' and she snorted.
