Page 22 of Wicked Dove
I can feel the build-up of my orgasm again, tightening through my muscles, and my cries grow louder.
“Come for me,” he commands, his eyes turning pitch black as his veins protrude across his face, but it’s his mouth that holds my attention when his fangs elongate before me.
I gape in disbelief. “You’re a vampire.”
Uttering the words doesn’t stop the climax racing up my spine; it propels it.
His thrusts grow faster, harder, needier with every pass as he chases his own release. The second he finds it, I spasm around him again, in a complete state of shock. He tilts his head to the ceiling as he comes, but all too quickly, he’s placing me back on wobbly feet.
I cling to him for balance, but the second I have it, he steps out of my hold.
“You’re a vampire,” I finally manage when he’s half dressed.
He sighs, tilting his head at me. “And you are?”
My eyebrows rise in surprise for a second, my back still plastered against the wall as I speak my new truth. “A scythe.”
He scoffs, the sound like a dagger to the chest, breaking whatever moment I know this wasn’t. “Yeah, you’re definitelydead.” Tugging a fresh t-shirt over his head, he grunts. “Hurry up, I’m starving.”
SIX
ELODIE
Idon’t think I’ve ever felt more alone.
Kael is still here, unfortunately. He’s sprawled across his bed like usual with his hands tucked under his head as he pretends to be asleep. I can’t look at him. That will only make me think of him more, and that’s the last thing I need when I’m already on the cusp of death.
He fucked me and ran.
He fucked me, revealed he’s a freaking vampire, and doubled down on the fact that I’m going to die, before running away.
A vampire.
Watching his face shift like that, his features change to reveal who he truly is, was something else. I can’t put it into words, but apparently I liked it because I came even harder than I had the first time.
Then I told him what I was and he laughed. Actually fucking laughed.
I felt small, vulnerable, and overwhelmingly exposed.
That felt a lot like high school all over again.
Only, it wasn’t a deadly glare from a cheerleader or a shoulder nudge from a jock, but a death warning from a vampire.
That’s what I can’t shake.
The truth.
I’m going to die.
That’s what Kael seems to know, and now that’s what I’m certain of too. My mind reels with it over and over again, the reality of the matter only intensifying with each moment that ticks by. I have no concept of what time it is. I managed to eat, but that feels like an eternity ago.
The food was made to order. Another telling sign that I was getting my final meal. I’d watched enough crime shows and murder investigations to know the treatment those on death row get.
Of all the things I chose? Grilled cheese and tomato soup. If I’m going to die, that’s the last taste I want on my tongue. I wish I could have it again, but the glass is firmly back in place now, confining us to this room.
I can’t lie down, though. My mind seems to have cranked up a notch. Instead, I sit with my back to Kael, my fresh top and shorts in place as I swing my legs over the side of the bed.
Before I can stop myself, I glance over my shoulder, not shocked to find he hasn’t moved. I don’t even think he’s asleep. I think he’s pretending, to avoid me, but he doesn’t need to go to such lengths when I’m more than willing to act as though he doesn’t exist anymore. Talking to him is the last thing I want to do after what happened earlier.
