Space Vampire (Scared Sexy Collection, #4)

by Ruby Dixon

I lean in close, mouth watering again at her delicious scent. “Little one, I am the monster they fled.”

“They don’t give me shoes. Poodle, remember? I get to keep my cute little toesies on the cold floorsies because my master is

a huge dicksies and thinks it’s cutesy.”

“Are you . . . trying to tell me that you’re a vampire?”

He steps forward, brushing me aside—Is that a tail?—and eases the doors open just a crack. Light paints a line on his

face, showing deep-blue 26skin, a strong nose, and an angular face. His eyes are stunningly red, the color of blood. Then he steps back into the shadows again, depriving me of more. Not quite human, but not quite mesakkah, either. Huh.

try not to stare, as the deep-blue hand extended toward me is huge, with three long fingers and a thumb, each one tipped by a

nasty-looking claw. A thick vein traces over the back of his hand, and his fist looks strong and brutal, like he could snap my neck without trying very hard.

His biceps are bigger than my thighs. His thighs are bigger than . . . well, they’re huge. He’s got the same strange, three-toed feet that the mesakkah do, and the deep-blue skin, but he’s got no horns. His face seems more angular than theirs, his 28eyes a bit wider, and the red of them is bright crimson and vivid. Strangely enough, he’s got thick, dark lashes, heavy eyebrows, and short black hair that sticks up from his head in spikes.

there’s a tail there, all right. It’s thin like a lion’s, and with a thick swab of fur at the very tip.