Page 18 of Desired for Her Blood
He looks down. “The majority of the avenues of escape that I have been evaluating were eliminated when…” He gestures toward the massive pile of boulders blocking the cave’s exit.
My chest squeezes even more, and I fight to lengthen my breaths. When I got turned into a vampire, I figured one positive side effect would be ridding myself of these “fits”, as I called them back when I was human. The world didn’t get the language to describe my affliction until recently.
But while my panic attacks lessened after I transitioned, becoming rare, and while the triggers for them shifted, they’ve never fucking left me, and the one sure way to bring on a panic attack is to make me feel trapped. Either physically, like this cave, or in a relationship.
Even with people, I always keep one eye on the exits, and in this fucking place…
Turning away from Zuben, I stride across the cave, hoping to keep my twisting guts disguised from him.
Pacing back, I see that he’s removed his suit jacket and tie, laying both out carefully on the furs, and is now working on his pants.
“Okay, okay,” I say, forcing a chuckle. “I’m not really into dudes, but if you need a fuck that badly, IsupposeI can close my eyes and think of Ember.”
He removes his slacks, carefully folds them in half and sets them on the furs, and then starts to unbutton his shirt, starting with the cuffs. Are his shirt buttons made from mother of pearl?
“I do not require afuck, as you suggest.” He removes his shirt.
His body is pretty much as I expected.
No. I’m lying. It’s better. His skin is smooth and brown, nearly perfect and stretched over lean muscles that fit his tall build.
Zuben straightens and my gaze drops to his package. Shit. That bit of him suits him too, his dick jutting out, hard and long and straight in front of perfectly symmetrical stones. This guy is super fit, must have been turned into a vampire in his early twenties too, and his unscarred body definitely didn’t see much strife before that.
I want to take back the robot moniker I gave him. The guy is more like a fucking statue.
“If you don’t want to fuck,” I say. “Why did you strip? Just to show off?”
He cocks his head to the side. “Show off?” Then his eyes widen slightly and a smile brushes his lips. “You have offered me a compliment.” He nods. “Thank you. Your physical presence is also…”
I hold up my hands. “This is getting weird.”
He laughs and I can’t hide my surprise as this moment of humor is shared between us. At least this little exchange has stalled my oncoming panic attack.
“I removed my clothing,” he says, “not to show you mysuperiorphysique—“ he winks “—but because I plan to go into the water.”
“Trying to tame that…” I stop myself, not wanting to draw more attention to his obvious boner. “Need a bath?”
His head tips again. “Yes, I suppose the water will be refreshing and cleansing, but my main objective is to swim around the perimeter of the pool to determine whether there are any underwater exit points.”
I shift, kind of angry with myself for not thinking of that sooner. “Don’t ya think the bear would have thought of that?”
He leans toward me. “Haveyoudiscussed this possible escape strategy with the bear?”
I shake my head.
“Nor have I, and I suspect he has not been very motivated to escape. And since he is not currently present—”
We hear a splash and both of our attentions are drawn toward the waterfall. Someone has gone back into the water, and the answer as to who is quickly answered.
Axe shoots out of the water and onto the stone not far from us, his massive cock fully erect and angry.
I fight the urge to stare. And part of me is relieved to see that his cock’s so aroused that it might not have been used.
The idea of that thing inside Ember… Fuck. I don’t know whether to be afraid that he’d hurt her, or afraid that she’d never be satisfied by my rod again.
“You left Ember alone?” Zuben asks.
“How big is the space back there?” I ask, staring at the waterfall, my chest tightening.
