Page 45 of Burn Falls
My mouth was attached to her neck in the next second. She let out a hiss as my teeth sank into her flesh. The moment her blood seeped into my mouth, I groaned. My erection started to grow as the blood circulated in me. Once I was full and no longer felt the need to drink, I pulled my mouth away slightly before licking the wound closed.
“Thank you. Now, baby, remove your hosiery, lift your dress up and get on your hands and knees on the bed.”
She didn’t hesitate.
After I’d pushed my slacks to my knees, I lined up behind her. I couldn’t smell her arousal, so I ran my hand between her legs, finding her dry.
“Relax, baby. This will feel good.” I ran my hand between her legs and straight to her sweet spot. The moment I made contact, she let out a moan.
“Your hand is cold.”
“Shh.” My fingers started to work the bundle of nerves and she began to pant. Once her arousal coated my fingers, I slid them inside of her.
“Co … cold.”
All right, so this was something I’d need to compel her to forget.I removed my hand. “Look at me.” She sat up on her knees and turned her head to face me. My eyes pulsed. “You will not remark about how cold I am, and you will not remember it either. You’ll remember having sex tonight, but you won’t remember who with. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl. Now bend over again.”
She did, and I didn’t hesitate as I sank into her. She was definitely warmer than I was, but then again, so was Mary when we’d had sex. Trying to get Mary out of my head, I increased my thrusts. The bed started to shake, but I didn’t stop. There was one goal in mind and that was having an orgasm.
The nameless woman moaned as I drove into her over and over and over until I groaned as pleasure radiated through my body. She didn’t come, and normally I’d make sure the woman did, but this one wouldn’t remember me, so I didn’t care.
I pulled down her dress, pulled up my trousers and said, “Thank you. You can go.”
After she righted herself, she left.
Athan stepped into the room. “Now, was that so bad?”
Present Day – Burn Falls
Every morning after my shift at the hospital, Athan and I had scoured miles and miles of the surrounding areas of Burn Falls for any trace of another vampire, but there was nothing. It seemed as though maybe it was a vamp passing through who thought there’d be no consequences to his actions, but even if it was a vampire making his way through town, it still didn’t sit well with me. Most of us understood that if we were going to kill, we shouldn’t do it in a town because that would lead to questions, especially if there was a witness or the person didn’t die (like Miles). And that was another reason the whole situation bothered me. Was Calla in danger because she had rescued her father?
Athan had stuck around to help me keep her safe while I was on duty by watching the house or wherever Calla went until I got home from work. I thought that after the holidays she’d go back to Seattle and that would be the end, but in my research of Calla and her family, I didn’t know that she’d take over the distillery and move back permanently until we ran into her at the bar on New Year’s Eve.
Okay, it wasn’t a fluke encounter.
I’d wanted to see Calla again.
Period.
When her friend mentioned that she was moving back, I swore my dead heart skipped a beat like a little flutter of life was starting to come alive again in my chest. I didn’t know why. Of course, I was attracted to her. I was, after all, once a man, and my desire for women had never ceased. Especially a woman with curves.
Calla may have thought I wanted someone who was lean given what she assumed was under my clothes (my turning had made my muscles taut and given me the strength of a hundred men), but what I wanted in bed was a woman who wouldn’t break under me as I pounded into her. And if anything, Calla was that perfect woman because shewasn’tthin as a board.
However, shewasmoving back to Burn Falls, and therefore, I asked her out on a date. The more she trusted me, the better I would be at watching her every move, at least until I figured out who fucking attacked Miles, and then I’d rip his throat out and move on. Going on a date went against everything I’d ever done in the past ninety years, but I was going to do this because it would haunt me if anything were to ever happen to her. Especially if I could have prevented it.
I hadn’t been on a date since Mary, and then it was nothing like dating in modern times. For one, when Mary and I dated, we had to sneak into speakeasies just to drink. The women had also wore a lot more clothes than they did nowadays, which I’m not complaining about one bit. And the dancing now? Not complaining about that either because I liked to have body contact while I danced versus a few inches apart and doing the foxtrot. Plus, Mary and I had to sneak around because our dates needed to be chaperoned by the father. Talk about cockblocking.
“You know,” Athan said, leaning against the doorjamb of my bathroom, sipping a whiskey neat. “I never thought I’d see the day that you would be going on a date.”
“I’ve dated,” I retorted, running hair gel through my short brown hair.
He shook his head. “Not like this. I know you.”
“You know nothing.”
