She lay down beside me and pulled me to her breast. “So are you excited …being fucked to death?”
God! I wish I’d just held my mouth then; nodded and provoked her up onto my saddle of a face again; swallowed my incessant need to explain, to define, to establish detail. Instead, I was an idiot.
I suckled her nipple – that’s what she wanted – and at least had the sense to consider my answer until she let me go. That gave me enough time to figure out an honest, but suitably cryptic response. She deserved it – the honesty. “Don’t take this the wrong way – I wouldn’t want to change a thing. But the fucking is more of a fringe benefit for me.”
She held me back from her so she could study my face. “But you willed everything to us, so you’re not just a turnaround. There was nothing unusual in your background…” Her eyes hardened. “Are you some kind of fetishist?”
It was my turn to laugh honestly for once. “No.”
No… I didn’t think you were. Beside, Jane can pick out a fetishist right away. Well, I give up – I’ll bite. What are you looking for in a death by vampire?”

