Page 21 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
Autumn
This couch is unbelievably comfortable. It smells good, too, like earthy walnuts and dry leaves. I sink into it, tugging the blanket more tightly around myself. It’s only been a few nights since I slept with a blanket, but from the way I keep rubbing this one against my face and arms, you’d think it has been an eternity. I need to calm the fuck down.
At least the vampires aren’t here in the room anymore. Not going to lie, I was a little disappointed when Will left “so you can rest, love.” I don’t miss Xander, though. At all. I was hurt at first, by his behavior, but now I’m just annoyed.
Will’s annoyed at him, too. I didn’t miss the dark looks he kept sending to Xander. I wonder what that’s about.
Minutes pass. Maybe hours. I’m so comfortable, yet I can’t sleep. This place is a marvel. Shacked up with two vampires, I feel safer than I ever have. If Dale were to come here right now, I bet these guys would tear him apart.
I’d bring popcorn and watch.
I never thought of myself as a particularly bloodthirsty person, but the thought of violence done to Dale makes me especially happy.
Immediately, I mentally chastise myself. I’m getting too smug, feeling safe for one night. One night is all I have, and tomorrow morning, my fear will be right back where it was, and I won’t even have a safe place to sleep.
I toss and turn on the couch, mad at myself, mad at this situation, and so fucking scared.
After another minute of tossing and turning, someone clears their throat. I stop moving. Someone is in the room with me. I turn my head and see his outline. He’s leaning against the doorway leading to the hall.
“Will?” I ask.
He steps forward. In the faint light, I can see that he’s wearing low-slung, loose pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt. It looks so…domestic. I want him to sit down so I can climb into his lap.
No, Autumn. You are not allowed to cuddle with the vampire.
He says, “How do you know my name?”
I bite my lip. I shouldn’t bring this up; it’s only going to invite trouble. “I—the other night. I heard Xander call youWill.”
“Right.” He steps closer and I can see his gleaming smile, illuminated by faint moonlight coming through the high basement windows. “When we were fucking that woman.”
I look away. He’s too handsome for words, and I’m trying really hard not to picture him naked again. That scene is seared into my mind, though. The rhythmic flexing of his ass while he fucked her from behind. The length of his gleaming cock as they’d changed positions. His half-lidded eyes, blissed out on lust….
“You can’t sleep,” he states, shaking me from my reverie. “I could hear you tossing around. Would you like a drink?”
Hesitating, I say, “I don’t drink blood, if that’s what you’re offering.”
He laughs quietly. “I was offering whisky.”
“Sure.” I push myself up so I’m sitting instead of lying down. “Thanks.”
There’s a kitchen area just behind the couch. It’s not large. I wonder if they ever use it for cooking.
“Do you eat solid food?” I ask.
“Sometimes,” he says. “We don’t need to.”
“And the blood,” I say, cataloging details from several teen vampire movies and TV shows, “does it need to be human, or…?”
“Animal blood will do, but it isn’t ideal. You’re a nosy one, aren’t you?”
I shrug and watch while he pours amber liquid from a crystal bottle into two glasses. “You’re the first vampire I ever met.”
Joining me on the couch, he hands me a glass of whisky and gets comfortable. I can’t help but think how he could’ve just as easily taken one of the armchairs across from me. But he sat close on purpose.
What is the purpose, though?
“Are you nervous, love?” he asks.
