Page 22 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
“No,” I lie, and take a sip.
“Your heart is pounding fast. Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to?”
I whip my head to the side to face him. “No.”
“Lies.” He grins and leans back into the couch. Sounding lazy and unbothered by my dishonesty, he says, “I didn’t even ask your name.”
“Autumn.”
“That’s quite pretty.”
“Thanks. My mom and dad chose it together. I guess they came up with it independently, and it was their top pick. When they went to share their lists of potential baby names, they were shocked to see they’d landed on the same first choice.”
I’m talking too much. I need to shut up.
But Will is watching me, and he looks interested. Is it just me, or is his gaze lingering on my wrist, at the pulsing vein? It’s just me. I’m imagining things; I must be.
“How did you even find me, earlier?” I ask.
“Vampires are heavily guided by pheromones.”
“So you smelled me.”
He nods.
Yikes. I don’t have anything to say to that.
“You smell like flowers. Jasmine, maybe.” He grins. “Except for that dirty, dirty hand of yours.”
I shove that hand under my leg. I used the restroom and washed up while Will was getting the couch ready for me. Lots of soap and water. I was hoping he’d never bring it up again.
“You can’t hide your arousal from us, love.”
This is beyond embarrassing. He seems so suave, cultured, experienced. He’s supernatural, skilled. And I am a human mess.
“You didn’t notice her when we had the woman last night, Will,” another voice says from the hall. Xander walks into the room, an amused smile on his face. Like Will, he has on dark pajama bottoms. They look soft, like flannel. Unlike Will, he isn’t wearing a shirt. I would like a few minutes alone with his tattoo. “But I noticed her. The little mouse couldn’t look away.”
“Really?” Will focuses on me, intrigued.
I look down. Embarrassment and arousal should not mix so well, and yet I’m pressing my thighs together so, so hard, hoping for some kind of relief from the throbbing pulse inside of me.
Xander steps up to the sofa. “Did you like what you saw, little mouse?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. I don’t even like this guy…do I?
He takes my whisky glass and sets it on the side table. My fingers burn where he lightly brushed them with his. “Did you wish you were her?”
Flicking my gaze to Will, I widen my eyes. Why isn’t he rescuing me from Xander? But Will only grins. Sadistic fucker. He looksentertained.
“Did you picture us while you climaxed to your own hand?” Xander nudges my feet apart with his own and steps between my legs.
I am going to explode with heat and pleasure. “Shut up,” I whisper. “Just stop it.”
“Too scared,” he taunts.
