Page 103 of Desired for Her Blood
“Pulling might be more effective,” I tell Ryker. “But do make sure Axel remains behind you.”
Ryker’s eyes widen. “I was fucking joking,” he says. “Axe might really get stuck?”
I draw a breath to vanquish the irritation that the pirate has once again got the better of me. “I can recall two places ahead where Axe may have to adjust his body’s position to get through.”
“I’ll be okay,” the bear says and Ember strokes his cheek. “I’ve been through before.”
“We won’t leave you behind,” she says.
He bends to kiss her forehead, and his large hand pulls her more tightly against his broad body.
“What happens when we reach the well?” she asks me. “How do we get up? What’s outside?”
I nod, glad to provide information about which I am certain. “The walls of the well are stone. I climbed up most of it quite easily, finding hand and foot holds in the surface.”
“You’re tall,” Ryker interjects. “Are these so-called hand-holds close together enough for Ember?”
“I believe so.” I silently chide myself for not taking note of the surfaces between the holds that I used. I should have tested the route again, but there was little time and I did not want to leave Ember, while we were putting her through her transition.
“And once we’re out?” Ember asks.
“We will not have much time before sunrise,” I respond. “When I emerged before, the house on the property was empty. Assuming it is again, it should provide adequate shelter. We can block the windows or perhaps there is a cellar.” I shake my head wishing I’d had time to investigate further.
“And if it’snotempty?” she asks.
“Then we will seek other shelter,” I assure her. “Worse case, we will return to the well and wait out the sunlight.”
In spite of the slight gaps in information and the contingencies required, my plan is sound.
In less than an hour we will have escaped, and I should feel pride in the part I have played…
So why is my stomach twisted in knots?
Chapter Thirty
Ember
Excitement stirsin my belly as I follow Zuben down what he claims is the final section of this journey. We’re about to escape!
Not only will we be free, I’m now a vampire.
A vague wave of sadness overtakes me as I realize that I will never again feel the hot kiss of sunshine on my skin, but the trade off seems more than worth it.
Not only did my transition allow our escape, I can barely contain the joy I feel at the beauty I now perceive around me, even as we swim through this dark passage—the details, the vivid colors even seen through darkness and water. Not to mention the heightened sexual pleasure I felt in that short but astounding fuck before we entered the water.
It was so good that I can only begin to imagine how sex is going to feel when it’s not rushed, or how the world will look when it’s not muted by darkness and water.
I check over my shoulder to make sure that both Ryker and Axe are behind me, and Ryker gives me a grin along with a thumbs up, like he has each time I’ve checked.
Ahead of me, Zuben’s long muscular legs make hard kicks as he strokes through the water, still carrying the bundle of clothes on his back. As stiff as he can be, my appreciation for the tall Egyptian vampire has expanded so much.
Without Zuben, we might not have found this route or known about the safe harbor above; without him, the men might not have tried to turn me into a vampire, or might have given up after the first attempt failed.
And although Zuben claims that he can’t read people’s emotions and doesn’t believe in love, he always seems to know what I need. Even when he took my ass so hard, he never went too far, like he understood my limits without asking.
Once we’re out of here, I plan to spend more time with Zuben, alone, find out why he’s got so many hang ups about sex and love. I feel sure that, given time, I can break down the huge fortress of walls he’s erected and discover the true Zuben inside.
His ass muscles ripple as he kicks, flexing and releasing in a powerful rhythm that’s my kind of music, and it reawakens my desire. Once we’re safely inside the abandoned house, I plan to grab onto his ass and ride his long, hard cock. If he’ll let me.
