Page 17 of Death Comes for Her
Years of manual labor provided distractions for my overactive mind. Restlessness had settled into the crevices of my brain in the past month, hooking in and wriggling like worms. Isolating myself in my room with nothing but a vampire for occasional company was going to propel me into the lovingly awaiting arms of insanity before I was ready to relent my mind.
Imani reminded me that I had access to the manor on a particularly antsy day. She noticed me pacing the spacious room, tapping my foot, or wringing my hands as I gazed at the red sky outside the window.
Simon had been particularly handsy that morning. An odd contrast when I’d deemed his hatred of me exceeded my understanding. Though there were fleeting moments when he looked at me or touched me and I wondered…
The pale and pretentious vampire’s mask slipped a little when he’d entered my room. Our eyes locked across the space, the sound of the fire crackling between us discharged a fraction of the brittle tension. His ice-cold gaze narrowed into silver slits, then he blurred across the room. Before my next breath, I felt the pressure of hands on my body as he scooped me up and tossed me onto the edge of the bed.
My head snapped back onto the mattress. When my eyes widened, Simon hovered over me, chest expanding with eachheavy breath he drew. And each exhale tickled my lips, with his face hovering so close to mine.
He reeled back when my breath hitched, as if he remembered himself and his aversion to me. His cold, slender fingers rucked up my dress to my hips. A vicious shudder rolled through me when his knuckles skimmed the seam of my underwear. My moan morphed into a hiss of pain when he sank his fangs into my thigh.
For a split second, I thought I’d seen lust in his eyes when he’d fed on me. It certainly hadn’t been the plain hunger for my blood he usually displayed. It had been a moment—one I couldn’t quite explain.
Simon had departed the room an hour before and left me in a state that wasn’t polite to mention in front of company. His venom curled through my veins and heightened the wanton warmth in my belly. Keeping myself in motion didn’t dispel the lingering pressure of everywhere he’d touched me.
“You’re going stir crazy,” Imani stated as a matter of fact. “You need stimulation for your mind and body. I’d suggest you visit the library on the second floor. Or you could accompany me to the kitchens!”
There were other fangless vampires in the kitchens. Once she provided the directions to the library, I tentatively exited my room for the first time since my arrival.
My opinion of the manor only partially differed from my first night. The place was undoubtedly dark and gothic, but not as dreary as my intoxicated mind perceived. It was clean and well maintained, with priceless art and tapestries. The electric lights gave the darkness a warm glow that beat back the shadows.
Nerves tugged at the pit of my stomach, and my heart fluttered with each step. I clung to the scant shadows along the endless halls and stairs, following Imani’s directions. Going in search of a book to stimulate my restless mind with so manyvampires lurking about the manor unsettled me. It had been a decade since I’d had access to extensive books, and the potential reward outweighed the risks.
A bit of exploring might not hurt in the long run. I had no idea how long I’d be trapped in the Ambrose manor as a walking meal for the vampire lords. It was prudent to take advantage of what little freedoms my new masters afforded.
I made it to the second floor, undisturbed. My faint, slow breathing interrupted the startling silence. It had to be near midday, yet I passed no servants or house staff along the way. I knew the manor had a full staff, but their absence struck me as an oddity.
My luck wasn’t good enough for me to hope for an uneventful traipse about an undead infested manor. Even if I made it to the library unmolested, surely there were vampires nearby…
The library should be at the end of the corridor if I followed Imani’s directions accurately. I was sure it wouldn’t hurt if I opened and peeked through a few doors along the way. I needed the intelligence of what rooms I had available to explore, after all.
Halfway down the hall after I’d carefully investigated each door, finding countless sitting rooms and tea lounges, I halted upon hearing garbled noises. Feet padding gingerly over the rug, I crept closer to a dark oak door. It was slightly ajar with just enough of a crack that the sounds inside the room leaked out.
Deep, rasping grunts, slapping flesh, errant moans escaping parted lips. An unbidden thrill coiled between my thighs as I recognized what those sounds meant. I blamed my physical reaction on the fading venom in my system. Any other time I wouldn’t have let my curiosity get the best of me, but it was illicit and overly tempting to seek those erotic sounds.
On silent steps, I approached the sliver of light escaping the cracked door. My hand slapped over my mouth to muffle a gaspas I registered the familiar shapes of the two men in the room. A flush of heat swept through my body from head to toes and the salacious sight gripped me in place.
Dante had Simon bent forward and pressed into a credenza, their trousers shoved down and bunched around their knees. Dante’s thick thighs tensed and flexed with each thrust of his hips, slamming Simon into the hardwood. Simon groaned, snapping his hips back to meet the darker vampire’s.
Simon had one hand gripping the edge of the credenza, his head hanging low as he grunted and moaned. His other hand I spotted much lower, fisting his cock faster than he was being railed.
A gush of fluid spilled into my underwear. The sudden flood of arousal burned through me, turning my insides into molten lava. I clamped my hand tighter around my lips to halt the whimpers begging to escape. My heart thrummed, and I dragged in quick breaths through my nostrils.
I’d never seen anything so fucking erotic in my entire life. And I wanted to blame the venom on my arousal—gods damn, I wanted to—but the indecent interest seizing hold of my desire belonged solely to me.
Dante had one hand gripping Simon’s shoulder and the other digging into his hip. He shook errant strands of black hair away from his face as he tossed his head back, moaning loudly. His cock sunk into Simon over and over as he drove himself into the pale vampire. His slightly larger, bulkier frame had Simon pinned against the wood as he fucked him from behind.
The sounds they made were vulgar. The sight of them rutting against one another was lewd and titillating. It was a carnal, animalistic scene of two men taking what they needed from the other. No passion or tenderness to spare as they rocked harder and faster.
Bliss rocked through me when I pressed my fingers into my clit. I hadn’t noticed my hand lifting my skirt or slipping under the lace material of my underwear until slick desire coated my fingers. One hand over my mouth, the other gathered the wetness weeping from my pussy. I used my arousal to slip my fingers over my nerves, circling in tandem with the frantic speed of the two vampires fucking.
Gods, it was wrong—so, so wrong. But at my current rate, my soul was already bound for a terrible afterlife. Why not indulge in corruption?
It must have been the addictive nature of their venom making me ache to breach the door and plead for their attention. The drugging poison from their fangs left traces of the vampires’ lustful ways inside me, making me crave them.
Images of what it would be like to join them rushed through my mind. Flashes of made-up desires worsened my indecent condition. My fingers slipped through my folds, thrumming my clit with ribald tenacity. I dreamed of writhing between them, sandwiched in the middle of their hard bodies. I pictured them fucking on top of me or taking me from both ends.
Dante’s hand smoothed over Simon’s shoulder before collaring his throat. He yanked his pale head back, hissing something low and filthy into his ear. Simon groaned, the sound half-euphoric and half-pained. His face twisted into an angry sneer even as he stroked the end of his dripping cock, pre-cum lubricating his fingers with each pass.
