Page 17 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
I turn on my side, curling my knees to my chest and fluffing my mom’s old messenger bag to use as a pillow. This entire situation is fucked, every last thing about it.
This will have to be my last night in The Corbin. Tomorrow I’ll write Izzie a heartfelt thank-you note and be on my way. Surely I can find a homeless shelter or an employment agency—or both—while I get back on my feet.
The idea fills me with dread and fear. Inside The Corbin, Dale won’t be able to find me. Once I go outside, there’s a danger of being seen. If I were him, I would at the very least send out a detective. Dale doesn’t like loose ends. He loathes being out of control. He’s not going to like a public spectacle because it could draw unwanted attention—especially given the fact that he’s been up to no good. My disappearance might cause some people to doubt his trustworthiness, if it comes to light.
Thinking about Dale is the absolute worst, but I have to face it, face the danger and the fear, because tomorrow I’ll be out there, living with it. Jumping at every shadow, probably.
I close my eyes and trick my brain into believing that I’m safe. Right now, I’m hidden away from the rest of the world.Nobody knows where I am. The Corbin holds me within its walls, protective and strong. I’m safe. I’m safe. I’m safe.
The only hint that something is wrong is a sudden shift of air. A hand, large and strong, slides through my hair and grips it firmly. Whoever it is doesn’t pull or tug—it doesn’t hurt. My eyes pop open, but all I can see is darkness.
Then a low voice rasps in an amused tone, the owner’s lips faintly brushing my earlobe as he speaks.
“I’ve finally found you, little one.”
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The young woman flinches in my grasp before going still. I cock my head. Consider her strange reaction. She isn’t fighting?
It can’t be an accident that she’s in the BDSM room. She could be into the scene.
She feels like a natural submissive.
A beautiful one, too. Her light brown hair is soft against my fingers. I have better-than-human ability to see in the dark, so I can discern the hazel of her eyes, the pink of her lips, the curve of her generous mouth. Her body is crunched into this godawful cupboard, so I don’t have a good sense of her figure.
Her scent, though. Quite lovely. How could Xander not notice it? His sense of smell is stronger than mine.
“Well, aren’t you cozy in there?” I say.
She gives a full-body shiver, but still she does not fight my grasp.
“What are you doing here?” I ask.
“I didn’t have anywhere else to go.” Her voice is a whisper, her voice throaty and low. Combined with her scent, her angelic face, it goes straight to my cock.
I’m responding to her in ways that I thought long dormant. Arousal, domination—those are easy for me. Sex and feeding do not need to be connected to emotions or even much care beyond the basic niceties.
But I’m feeling this girl’s presence in my fucking chest. I haven’t felt anything quite like this before.
Wait, that’s not true. Hell.
Elisabeth. I felt something like this for her.
Anger follows my wonderment. This young woman has been hiding here, eluding Xander and me. She’s been here for several days if I’m to assume she’s been here since I first picked up her scent.
Right under my very nose, all along.
“Come with me,” I say, releasing her hair.
She flicks her gaze past me. She’s looking for an exit. As if she could run and escape. I almost want her to try. I could chase her. Hunt her all over again.
And this time when I find her, I won’t be half so gentle as I’ve been just now.
Fortunately, she doesn’t run. Damned pity, that. She emerges from the cupboard and straightens. Winces slightly. The cupboard can’t have been comfortable. Now that she’s standing, I can get a better look at her. She has generous hips. She’s not tall, but not short for a woman. The top of her head reaches my chin.
She blinks in the bright moonlight shining through the windows. “Did Xander tell you to look for me?”
