Page 40 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
She’s still pacing back and forth, deep in thought. I watch as she seems to make a decision. She reaches for her bag, but the movement causes her to turn her head in my direction. It should be fine; I’m concealed by shadows.
She stops moving. She gapes at the sliding balcony door. Stares.
Fuck. She’s looking right at me.
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Autumn
Iam so surprised, I forget to scream. The man looks just as surprised to see me, which is absolutely rich givenheis the one lurking onmybalcony.
For some crazy reason, I’m not afraid. I almost want to invite him inside.
No. Don’t be an idiot, Autumn. That’s Dale’s voice in my head, but the advice can’t be wrong, here. With careful movements, I slam home the door’s lock.
The man on the other side of the glass doesn’t move. His eyes search mine for a long, torturous moment.
Then he puts one hand on the railing and vaults himself over the side.
Gasping in fear, I yank the door open again and rush to the railing. I look over. He’s landed on his feet, and he’s strolling away. It’s a two-story drop. He shouldn’t be able to just walk off like that.
That was the weirdest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
For some reason, I’m not scared. The guy felt like a guardian angel or something. Like he was looking out for me. And even though he walked away, I still feel protected. It’s like I knew him.
Weird. Super weird.
Yet not unwelcome.
I make sure both the balcony door is dead-bolted, and the door leading to the hallway as well. I turn off the TV. Fuck Dale. Fuck him and his stupid lies. Fuck him for trying to fuck up my life even now. He can’t reach me. He doesn’t know where I am.
I’m going to save up a little more money, maybe stay at Bartleby’s until my week runs out here in the hotel.
Then I’m out. Out of the hotel, out of Bartleby’s, and out of San Esteban.
I fall asleep on top of the bed covers, fully dressed and ready to leave at the slightest sign of trouble.
But my dreams? My dreams are the most troubling, and the most wonderful, of all. I’m with two men. They surround me. They lift me up—physically, and emotionally. I’m held and cherished.
They remove my clothes, run their hands over my naked body. They fill me with their cocks. “Little mouse, little love,” they murmur, their lips and tongues caressing me, kissing me. Their teeth scrape over my skin as well. Very sharp teeth. They bite…and I love it.
I wake with an orgasm before dawn. And I remember.
I remember everything.
Will
It’s almost four-thirty in the morning. The online auction I’vebeen watching is due to end in four minutes, thirty-eight seconds. A dozen crates packed full of tomes—new and old—on the nautical history of Southeast Asia could be mine.
Eight days ago, I might have cared. I might’ve been more ruthless with my bidding. More strategic. Now I’m recklessly throwing money into the bowels of the internet. Because nothing fucking matters.
Xander has been scarce. He’s out in the city, doing gods know what. In his defense, I’ve been piss-poor company. In my defense, he forced us both to abandon the one woman we might have loved in a hundred years.
I want to fucking punch something.
A faint knocking comes from the wall. The wall? No. I tear my gaze away from the blinking countdown on my computer screen and listen.
The knock comes again.
