Page 16 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
“I will,” he mutters. “But this is driving me bloody crazy. I’ll be back soon.”
Throwing down my phone, I stand up. “Will, wait—”
But he’s already pushing the panel open and stepping into the library basement.
I groan and fall back to the sofa.
I hope our little mouse has found averygood hiding spot.
Autumn
It’s been a long-ass day. The first half of the day I spent in the Supernatural Phenomena room, trying to find information on vampires. There’s tons of lore. Just, a fuck-ton of books. And I feel like at least eighty percent of it is lies. These men, they weren’t deathly pale. They didn’t have red, glowing eyes. Their faces weren’t monstrous by any stretch. They were like movie vampires—handsome, sexy, but without all the sparkles, red eyes, and corpse-colored skin.
Every bit of fictional vampire knowledge in my brain, I’ve been considering. Should I obtain a cross? Holy water? What about garlic? And I should get those things if I want the vampires to stay away from me.
But what if I want to draw them close?
No. Draw them close? Stupidity, madness. I don’t even know if the woman with them survived the night.
Holy shit, what if they killed her?
They wouldn’t. I really don’t believe they could do something like that.
Again—stupidity, madness. I don’t know them at all. I don’t know what they would or would not do.
The second half of the day, I read books in the BDSM room. Kinky shit—that’s what I like, apparently. I loved what that one man, Xander, did with the woman, spanking her while he took her ass. I loved the way the other man gripped her neck before they both bit her.
I loved the promises Xander made. It was as if he was speaking to the woman, but I know for certain he was talking to me.
Pain, pleasure. I want them to mix together. With Will and Xander.
Master Xander. The title doesn’t quite work for me, but I love the idea of calling him something special, something that tells him I belong to him. Sir? Mister?
…Daddy?
A throb in my pussy tells me I’ve landed on the answer.
Stupidity, madness. This is so messed up.
But it’s a fantasy, I remind myself. Everything is okay in fantasy. Just because I imagine it, doesn’t mean I’m going to do it.
My fingers find my pussy. I smear the arousal around my folds, spreading it to my clit, which I rub in tiny circles. This has to be a record for me—my fourth time getting myself off in the space of just a couple of hours.
With my other hand, I pinch my nipple. It’s not pleasurable until I imagine one of those men doing it, instead of me. They’re pinching, biting, spanking, taking me in these secret, forbidden ways that I never considered before.
And two at once?
I come on a sigh, biting my lip and wishing I could be louder. I’m too afraid of attracting any attention, though. They’re vampires—they could have super hearing or something. I can’t risk it.
And how twisted that I’m fantasizing about supernatural men instead of doing the smart thing and running the fuck away? Have they killed people? Are they like Dale? They could be.
Also, what are they doing in this library? Hiding here, like me? The room I saw them in—I didn’t get a great look at itbecause I was a little distracted by, you know, the fuck-fest. But it looked like a living room, with a sofa and a television set. High windows on the far wall, even. Maybe sunlight doesn’t bother them. Another vampire myth, busted? Either way, it looked like a home.
They probably don’t sleep in cupboards beneath display cabinets like I do.
Something about that room made me think they don’t sleep in coffins, either.
I need to put them from my mind. And after Xander saw me, I need to get out of this library. Instead of wasting my days reading and my nights hiding, I should have been looking for work.
