Chapter 135

ALEXANDROS Ophelia hands me a wet cloth and flashes me her sweet smile. “Can you wipe down the table, and I’ll load the dishwasher?” I draw a breath through my nose and let it out with a growl. “There are many other things I would rather be doing with and to you right now, little one.” Renewing our bond last night has only increased my desire for her and her blood. She rolls her eyes and giggles. “We agreed to do clean-up duty while the guys went to the store. You cannot possibly need any more sex today after last night and this morning. I won’t be able to walk by tonight.” I slide my arms around her waist. “I think you are forgetting that your powers of healing ensure you have no such problems with walking, or any other more pleasant activities, no matter how many times you indulge in them, Ophelia.” She tips her head back, a laugh bubbling from her lips before it cuts off abruptly and her eyes widen in horror. Her fingernails dig into the muscles of my forearm. I sense no danger near