Page 68 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One
He crosses his arms over his chest and opens his eyes, looking at me like I’m some obstacle he can’t move past.
“Then what’s wrong, Beatrice?”
It’s stupid. It’s silly. It’s certainly not how I usually act in this type of situation. Because I don’t want anything from anyone. Still, I can’t help how I feel right now.
“You left me earlier because you were surrounded by all these hotties, and you just did it again!”
He raises his eyebrows and laughs.
“You think I left because of some random students with pretty faces?”
He pushes away from the tree, prowling toward me. Everything about his stance seems menacing. Like he’s a dangerous creature of the night from some horror tale. He lifts my chin with a finger, his fangs flashing beneath those full lips. My heart starts racing again, knowing how good they feel against my mouth, but I want more than that.
“I do think that,” I manage to say, but my throat is suddenly parched.
“I left because I’m a danger to every person here when I can’t stop thinking about you. How sweet you taste. How good it would feel to truly claim you. I have to keep taking small bites of other people just to stay full, but it’s never enough. You don’t make it easy when you send me sexy selfies the second I think I have things under control. ”
“It was a picture of my Martha makeup. I thought it was funny. It was hardly a thirst trap,” I argue, but he brushes his thumb down my throat, making me swallow the rest of my thoughts.
“It was, Bea. Then you called mebabein front of other people, and I wanted that so badly. For you to claim me too, but I know that can’t happen.”
I want to make some snappy remark about territorial vampires, but my neck feels hot under his gaze. I tilt my chin higher, exposing the skin that aches for that sharp bite. My pulse thuds there, waiting while we hover in the moment.
“Why not?” I ask him, feeling his lips trace their way from my jaw to my collarbone. He inhales deeply, taking in my scent.
“You know why,” he says. “We just have to get this out of our systems so we can go back to normal.”
I’m not sure that’s possible anymore.
I run my hands down his back, then nudge him with my cheek until our eyes meet again. I kiss him, our wants and needs mixing together until I feel electric all over, lit up by how right it feels to be this close to him.
I match his intensity, then pull him toward me roughly. His fang scrapes over my bottom lip, and blood wells up beneath the skin. The slightest metallic tang fills my mouth.
He licks at the spot, and he’s hard against me when I rock my hips forward.
I moan softly when his tongue runs gently over my bottom lip.
He goes stiff. I try to bring him back to me, but he pulls away, touching his finger to the sharp edge of his fang as he backs up. He looks like he’s in pain as he fights off the urge to keep going.
It’s a type of torture I can feel through the bond.
He wants something he’ll never allow himself to have, and an undercurrent of loneliness sweeps through the smoldering heat. Red light dances in my peripheral vision, and I remember how I felt when I sprang up from Courtney’s bed. There was an awful ache in my chest when the ghost appeared in the mirror.
Not all of us have an easy time adjusting to campus life at first.
Martha struggled to fit in on campus.
It all starts to make sense.
“I’m sorry, we can’t—” Dennis straightens up, his eyes shadowed with the strength of his emotions again. “I can’t do this to you.”
I touch his hand, lacing my fingers through his.
“It’s ok. I know this situation isn’t easy on you. It’s not for me either.”Because I’ve never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.But I’m never going to admit that. I don’t want to keep losing control. “I don’t think I ever said thank you for saving my life,” I tell him.
“It was my fault so no need—”
“But you didn’t have to give me your blood. Thank you, Dennis.”
