Page 44 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One
“Yes. It's usually more fun, but sometimes it’s exhausting when the source wants to play dangerous games.”
There's a cutting edge to his voice, and I think about what he said earlier, how Faith has other methods to make vampires pay.
“That’s pretty shitty. If you don't feel like—”
He holds a hand up.
“An exchange is an exchange, even if I don’t like the terms. And I can't say I don't have fun with her. I do." Weird jealousy curls its fingers around me when I think of how good of a time he has with her. His eyes are soft, their depths making him look tired. "It's just that I hate how I’ve got you all tangled up in this. I’m hoping she’ll leave us alone once the job is done.”
“Do you think that’ll be the case?”
“Who knows? Faith is clever; if she needs us for something, she’ll find a way to pull us back into her web.”
“You sound like you admire her.”
“I have to give her credit,” he says, eyeing the bottles. “I should probably get out of here before I demolish her vintage collection.”
I touch my neck, remembering the thrill it gave me when I felt his breath there.
“You know, would it really be so bad if you drank from me every now and then? Like, if you’re having trouble finding a source, I wouldn’t mind. I know bringing a human along with you probably complicates things.”
He’s in front of me in an instant, his hand braced against the shelf behind me. Bottles wobble and clank together in the racks.
“You can’t offer that, Bea. I’m not like the people you’re used to. I'm trying my hardest to remember human boundaries. We have to keep some level of professionalism between us.”
“I’m not saying you have to sleep with me,” I scoff. “I’m just saying if you need a drink…”
He shuts his eyes.
“You think I don’t want to sleep with you? I’ve spent hours thinking about sleeping with you, Beatrice. I know how you smell. How you taste. I want more of you, but it’s too dangerous. I need your help, and I promised I’d keep you safe from the underbelly of my world. As I said before—an exchange is an exchange, even when I don’t like the terms. So please, stop tempting me to wreck your life.”
He makes no move to push away, and I'm braced in this spot. His eyelids are heavy when he looks down at me. I should heed his warning. I should say something to crack the tension, but his confession leaves me lightheaded.
I’m on a road trip with a vampire. We’re currently in a haunted house. I'm not afraid of him, not when he's telling me he's attracted to me too.
“It’s not that easy to scare me off.”
I step my feet apart, creating more space between my legs. His nostrils flare, and he grazes his fangs over the column of my throat.
I let out a low moan, my pulse traveling down to my clit as he slides a hand under the waistband of my leggings.
“The ghosts said you were thinking of me, is that true?” he asks, nuzzling the soft skin below my jaw before studying my face.
My breath catches in my throat.
“Ha. No.” I level a look at him. I’m still not willing to stroke his ego.Even when he’s wearing that sleepy little smile that makes me want to kiss his face.
“Is that so?” His fingers dip down to my folds where I’m slick-wet. I whine a little as he brushes over my clit. “Then who is this for?”
“Some other guy I was thinking about.” I pull the most recent name from my memory. “Rune.”
He growls, swirling his thumb in small circles as his finger touches the slit of my entrance.
“It’s going to be so hard keeping you out of danger.”
He works a finger in and brings the edge of his fangs back to my neck. It’s not enough pressure to break the skin, but it’s driving me wild. The ache between my legs is amplified by the strange sensation there, making my blood rise to the surface of my skin.
His dick is hard against my thigh, and I run my hand over his considerable length. I want to unzip him, but Dennis moves to stay in control.
