Six Sentence Sunday
#sixsunday is admitting he’s exactly who she thought he was. And poor Sebastian’s none too happy about being backed into a corner.
“God damn it, yes, I’m a vampire.” Bast snarled, his face contorting. He lifted his lips over his teeth, giving her the best possible view. Even if she hadn’t wanted to see, he probably would have done it anyway. They were so fucking sensitive now, they too pulsed, sending rhythmic pounding into his head. “Now what are you going to do?”