Page 115 of Hurts So Good

I was frozen in place. I couldn’t move. Not even when he leaned in and whispered, “Where’s your God now?”

He was there. Or at least I thought he was. I’d never questioned my faith until that moment. It made me angry that this thing made me mistrust my devotion. Even if it was for just a fraction of a second. I was so angry that I reached up and slapped him across the face.

That really shocked him.

He stood up and stared down at me like he was searching for something. For a moment I thought he might kill me. I accepted it. If it was my time to meet God then I would go with open arms.

Then he spoke. “What’s your name child?”

“I am not a child.” I don’t know why I said that?

“Yes you are.” He snickered. “You are all children. Weak, scared little lambs.”

“And you are a stain upon this earth.”

“No, child.” A grin should not be a sinister as his was. “I’m the monster that’s going to devour your soul.”

I’m not sure how I wound up pushed back against the wall with his hand in my hair. It all happened so fast, I barely had time to blink let alone comprehend what was happening. But there I was, trapped by a man who was so strong it was as if he was made of stone. I tried to fight back. I threw my arms and kicked my feet, but it was useless. That’s when I saw them.

Four sharp pointy fangs grew from the top of his mouth. One word flew through my mind as horror cooled my heart. Vampire.

People always said that your heart sped up when you were truly terrified, but that wasn’t true. It stopped all together. Everything did. The world slowed down, seconds ticked by like hours, and your body ceased to function. My lungs got heavy, or the air did. I wasn’t sure which, and I couldn’t feel my heart beating. I couldn’t even blink.

Oddly enough I noticed small thing. A drip somewhere to my left echoed like a thundering drum. How my shoulder blade was digging into an extra rough patch of brick. The hiss of a steaming grate, chill in the air, and blinking streetlight were all amplified. That is until I felt his breath on the side of my neck.

My entire world suddenly became nothing more than the feel of his fangs tearing into my flesh. I expected it to hurt. It did for a second when he pierced my skin. That was quickly washed away by a strong tingle that warmed my veins and pulsed through me with a sense of need. A need so strong that it was hard to think past it. The way his body felt, strong and hard pressed up against me, was like a drug drawing me closer.

My hands moved of their won accord. Over his shoulders, down his back, and up to the soft hair on the back of his neck. And God help me, I enjoyed it. Every inch of him that I touched was like pure bliss.

Then it ended as suddenly as it began.

The monster holding me, pulled away and stared deep into my eyes.

“It’s you.” He whispered, and I felt every syllable deep in my bones.

My mind was slowly coming back to me when his lips met mine. Even his kiss felt euphoric, but it wasn’t incapacitating like his bite. The instant I tasted my blood on his tongue, I tried to pull away. Tried being the operative word. This beast was not letting me go until he had his fill.

He growled, pressed in on me and deepened the kiss. And I froze. Not because of what was happening, but because of the hardness I felt digging into my belly. The possibility of what that meant terrified me, but not as much as the hand forcing its way into my jeans. One kick was all I could manage before his finger pushed through my folds and pressed down on something that made my eyes roll in the back of my head.

“I have waited centuries for you.” He purred while laving his tongue up the side of my face.

I didn’t care what he said. I barely heard it. Whatever he was doing to me had my entire focus. His finger swirled around that spot, numbing all logical thought. I hated it and loved at the same time. He was touching an intimate place that only husband should touch. But Lord help me, it felt amazing. I think I slapped him and possibly said no, but I couldn’t be sure.

“You can fight me all you want, but you were made for me. And you will come for me.”

I shook my head. “No.” I would not. He couldn’t make me.

Boy, was I wrong.

I didn’t know what was happening when my body seized. Was I dying? Did he kill me? It felt like my heart stopped as an explosion of tingles erupted deep in my core. It spread through me blinding my vision while stealing my breath. For a second I forgot where I was. Until I came down from whatever high I was on, and it all came rushing back.

The alley, the blood on a smirking face, and the piercing blue eyes staring down at me.

“Say your goodbyes little girl.” He let me go and took a step back. “I’ll be back to collect my queen tomorrow night.”

Out of breath, I glared back at him and balled my fist. “I won’t go anywhere with you.”

I would not give into evil.

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