Chapter 27

I’m standing in the cemetery. Only it’s different this time. I feel lost. Uncertain. I’m walking around aimlessly, trying to find something. Or someone. I’m not really sure what is missing, I just know I’ve lost something very important to me. Nothing about this feels familiar.

Terror courses through my body. I’m consumed by it. Blinded by it. I break into a sprint, weaving around the headstones, my heart hammering inside my chest the only sound I can hear. I’m running for my life. I can’t catch my breath.

I’m craning my head behind me to see if somebody’s following me while I run, when I slam into something so hard the impact almost sends me to the ground. It’s a person. Someone is here with me.

I hear a giggle, just as tight fingers wrap around my arms and break my fall. As she tugs me up, and I catch a glimpse of her face. I know her. She knows me.

“Pretty girl, you really need to watch where you’re going.” Her tone is a child’s singsong.

Unsettling. Terrifying. I stare at her with wide eyes. My breathing is serrated in the silence of the cemetery. I know her. This woman wants to kill me.

“Guess I have to teach you a lesson about watching where you’re going.” She gives me a wicked smile and giggles shrilly. With a closed fist, she backhands me across the face, sending me flying into a headstone. My back hits the hard stone first, taking the brunt force. I scream in pain as I fall to the earth.

The woman is in front of me again, so fast I don’t even see her move. She picks me up by my throat, lifting me into the air like I weigh nothing. My feet are dangling beneath me. I’m kicking uselessly as she cuts off my oxygen, only able to take small gasping breaths while she laughs at me.

“I know where you are. You thought you could run away, pretty girl? I know everything. You’ll never be able to outrun me.” she singsongs at me, her voice rising and falling in a way that lifts the hair on my arms. “I heard Oliver gave you a present. A wonderful gift. And you didn’t like it. SELFISH FUCKING BITCH!” Her fingers tighten around my neck. “You’ll pay for making my lover upset. You think you deserve him, but you fucking don’t. He’s MINE!”

She throws me again. This time, I hit the dirt and roll, sucking down air so quickly I’m practically choking. She’s kneeling in front of me again before I know it, her fingers caressing my cheek. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you? You’re really so pretty. So pretty, and so very fucking fragile.” She sneers at me. “You have no idea what Oliver is. How fucking lucky you are to have his attention. What graces your filthy, disgusting presence. But you’ll know soon enough.” She spits on my face and laughs loudly. “I’ll see you soon, pretty baby.” With a soft kiss on my lips, she rises and walks away.

* * *

My body shakes furiously. A concerned voice calls my name.

On a gasp, I shoot my eyes open. My body trembles all on its own, my heart still racing. Chris’ face fills my vision.

“Dani, hey, kitten, there you are. You’re okay.” I’m wrapped in Chris’ arms, his hand stroking my hair gently. “Did Amanda visit you again?” His actions are sweet and soothing, but his face is furious.

Unable to speak yet, I nod my head, the terror still overwhelming me. How can she affect me this deeply from inside my dreams?

“I’m going to enjoy killing that bitch.” His voice is murderous. “What did she say now?” I bury my face against his chest, but he pulls me back gently, lightly caressing my face. “I’m sorry. I know you’re scared, but I need to know, kitten. You’re safe. I got you.”

“She knows we left. She knows where we are. She told me that she’s following us.” I take a shuddering breath. “Then she said that we don’t know what Oliver really is, but we’ll know soon enough. What the fuck does that even mean?” I stare up at him desperately, her rage and violence coming back to me. “She was choking me and throwing me around. Chris, god, I hate this.”

Chris tsks, his features serious. “I know, Dani, I hate it too. She’s not gonna touch you, okay? She may be following us, but it will be six against one—unless she brings back up. And I’ve never heard of her working with others. Everything’s gonna be okay. I won’t let her fucking touch you. Do you hear me?” His features are serious, as he searches my eyes wildly.

“Okay,” I whisper. I reach my hand out and place it against his chest. His heart rate is the same as mine. Just like it always is. I focus on our heart beats, breathing into the rhythm. I feel mine begin to slow, his following. Sighing, I say, “How am I supposed to go back to sleep now?”

I’m not really expecting a response, but he gives me one. “I doubt she’ll come back again tonight. She’s done what she wanted to, which was threaten you. If she does return, though, I’ll be right here. I’m not leaving your side. If she comes back, I’ll wake you up right away.”

“Chris, there is no way I can go back to sleep!” I scrape my hands down my face and let out a tiny cry of frustration. “I’m fucking exhausted, my mind is racing, and I’m convinced that a psychotic, slutty vampire will haunt any sleep I manage to get.” Chris is silent for a moment, long enough that I lift my head out of my hands and peek up at him. “What?” I demand.

“Dani, turn to your side. Facing away from me. Let me help you sleep, little kitten.” His voice is soft, yet commanding. My breath hitches, but I still do as he orders, lying on my side with my back to him. Without seeing him, I sense everything so much more clearly—from the mattress shift as he lies down behind me, to his rough inhale as he drapes his arm around my midsection and pulls me so close to him that I can feel every inch of his body behind me. His hips nestle into me, and his now very hard length rests against my ass.

“Do you want me to help you? I won’t kiss you. It doesn’t have to be like that. I just want to make you feel good, and take your mind away from that dream. Just you,” he breathes against my ear, voice dripping with seduction and lust.

Chills roll through my body at the evidence of just how badly he wants me. My nipples pebble, and my body begins to heat, singing against his touch, as desire pools low in my core. It’s like I crave the feel of his hands on me.

He slips a hand under my tank top, slowly dragging it towards my bare breasts. Before he touches the sensitive skin, he pauses with his hand resting just beneath my breast. “I know how aroused I make you, little kitten. I can sense it. But I need an answer. Let me make you feel good,” he groans against my ear.

A soft moan escapes my lips at the sound of his voice. I’m already about to explode, just from the way he’s speaking to me, from the thought of what he would do to me.

Chris reaches his hand higher, sliding my peaked nipple between his fingers and pulling gently. I arch my back, my ass grinding into his hard cock. I let out a breathy moan as Chris groans into my neck, palming my full breast in his hand and gripping it firmly to move us together. “Fuck, kitten. Do you see what you do to me? Say yes. God, please fucking say yes.” He lowers his mouth to my shoulder and nibbles lightly.

Shock waves race through me at the light nip. I’m already soaking my panties, desperate for him to touch me. I want this so fucking badly. I can do this, if he agrees to no strings. He said he only wants to make me feel good. Maybe this will release some of the tension stretching between us. It could be better after this. I ignore the quiet voice in my head that reminds me that he won’t be getting off. I need this enough to ignore that voice.

I turn my head slightly. “Yes, Chris. Please make me feel good.” He groans into my neck again, his sharp breath making my body shiver in his arms. “But.” Chris stills. “Just this once. I need this distraction, but after this, we go back to being friends with no touching.”

Chris lifts his head to look at me, and I catch a glimpse of hurt flashing in his eyes even as he nods. “Okay, kitten.” He rubs his thumb in tight circles around my nipple, I moan, arching into the feel of his skillful hands.

I keep grinding myself against his hard length. He feels so big against my ass, and I’m so aware the only things separating us are my booty shorts and his sweatpants.

“Careful,” Chris growls. “Keep grinding your pretty ass on my cock like that, and this is going to go in a very different direction. My restraint is wearing thin when it comes to you.” Chris’ hand gives my breast one final, gentle squeeze before stroking his fingers lower down over my ribs, onto my stomach, before it stops moving around my navel.

I breathe heavily in anticipation of what’s going to happen, rolling my hips in a desperate attempt to move his hands lower. I want him to touch me so badly. I need him to let me come.

He takes his index finger and traces slow circles around my belly button. “Do you remember what I said about my power, kitten? How I can make your blood go wherever I want it to?”

Just underneath his fingers, I feel a tingling in my stomach. A gasp slips out of me at the sudden change in sensation, and I nod my head slowly. I know where this is going.

“I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life, kitten.” I shudder as he flattens his hand against my stomach, dragging it lower towards the band of my shorts.

I feel the tingling sensation of him commanding my blood with every movement of his hand. God, it feels fucking sensational. My clit is throbbing, aching with the need for him to touch me.

“Spread your legs,” Chris growls into my ear, but I’m too lost in a lust-haze, and the feeling of his power underneath my skin, to move. I can barely even hear him. Chris growls again, impatient, and grips my thigh, lifting it up and over to rest across his legs.

A breathy moan, louder than the last, leaves me at the feeling of being spread open for his demanding touch. His fingers stroke down my inner thigh, that tingling following like all of my blood is rushing to his touch.

“Chris, god, please touch me. Please. Make me come, puppy,” I plead.

Chris wraps his other arm across my chest, tucking me more firmly against his body. His face buries into my neck, his breathing uneven at the same rate as my own. “Fuck, I love hearing you beg. So needy for me, little kitten.” His words are a moan against my neck. “Beg me again. Tell me what you need, baby.” His fingers still stroke along my inner thigh, inching closer to where I want him. It’s amazing. It’s fucking agonizing. It’s everything.

“Please, let me come. I need you to touch my pussy, and make me come. Please, Chris,” I breathe.

His lips move into a smile I can feel against my neck. “Good girl,” he growls, finally sliding his hand under the band of my shorts and brushing his fingers over my drenched panties. I arch into him, my moan sounding at the same time as his loud groan. “Baby, you’re so wet. Did I do this to you?”

“Yes.” I admit, breathily. I couldn’t deny the truth even if I wanted to, because the blood rushes to my pussy under the light touch of his fingers, and it’s so fucking overwhelming. It’s euphoric. My clit aches, begging to be touched. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.

Almost like he can tell how badly I need him, Chris slips his hand underneath my panties, his finger dipping into my heat, and sliding the length of my slit. We both moan so loudly I’m sure any person outside of the room, much less the vampires currently out there, can hear us. “Dani,” he groans into my neck. “Fuck, baby, I can’t believe how wet you are.”

I whimper. I’m already so close. One more damning stroke of his finger, and I know I’ll explode.

“You want to feel good?” he whispers, his voice low in my ear.

I whimper again, this time more frantically, and wiggle my ass along his length.

“Fuck, kitten, that’s it. Use my fingers to get off.” His voice is a barely audible rumble as he dips two fingers inside of me, thrusting them in and out slowly, his thumb stroking my clit in tight firm circles. “That’s right, baby, I can feel your pretty little pussy strangling my fingers.”

With a scream, I come hard around his fingers immediately. Chris shifts beneath me and covers my mouth with his hand to muffle my cries of pleasure, holding me close against him so he can continue rubbing and thrusting his fingers to milk every last drop of my orgasm out of me. My legs shake as I ride out my orgasm on his hand, twitching and writhing against his body. I’m making high-pitched sounds of pleasure against his palm as my climax goes on.

Chris’ hand presses into my mouth. “I know it feels good, kitten, but my brothers are just outside this room. They don’t get to hear the way I make you scream. I’m a man possessed when it comes to you. No one gets to enjoy the fucking delicious sounds you make, except me. So I need you to stay quiet for me, baby. Nod if you understand.” Chris snarls against my ear.

Hearing those words makes me buck against his hand, my muscles clamping harder around his fingers still buried deep inside of me. I shouldn’t like that level of possessiveness from a one-time thing, but I do. I love it in a way I can’t even begin to explain, and now I want him to make me scream in pleasure again to test that theory. I nod, panting against his hand.

I’m coming down from the most mind-blowing orgasm I’ve ever experienced, but I can still feel his power lingering, the tingling almost unbearable with how sensitive I am. I glance over my shoulder where I see his hungry, golden eyes devouring me—they burn brightly like twin embers in the night, radiating a fierce—almost tangible—intensity. His lips part, baring his elongated canines. He’s not done with me yet. I let out a tiny whine of excitement at the realization.

Chris lowers his hand from my mouth and wraps it across my chest once more. “Good, little kitten.” In a daze, I watch him remove his hand from my panties, lift it to his mouth, and suck on his fingers, groaning loudly as he tastes me. “You taste so fucking good, baby.” His eyes narrow. “Fuck, I want to watch you come again. I need to watch you come again. I can’t get enough of you, Dani.”

“Then don’t stop. Touch me again.” I’m still under this haze of lust. He’s not the only one wanting something. I want him to touch me more—no, I need him to.

He doesn’t say anything else, just pushes his hand back underneath the band of my shorts and shoves my panties to the side, running his fingers over my clit in slow, agonizing strokes. My body is already ready for more, desire filling me so quickly I can barely breathe. Chris licks my neck, I feel his fangs scrape lightly against my skin. My eyes go wide with the realization of what I’m craving.

I tilt my head, exposing my neck more for him. “Drink from me while you touch me,” I say with a breathy moan. “Please, Chris” I trace my index finger down the length of my neck. “I want you to.”

“Fuck,” Chris moans under his breath. He kisses along the length of my neck softly, his lips gentle, until he reaches the vein. And then he sinks his teeth into me.

I grunt at the sharp pain, my breathing is erratic and strained. The stroking over my throbbing clit starts steady, but Chris’ pace gets faster as he drinks. The pain is fading, my body overcome with raw need. It feels so fucking good to have him drinking from me, to give him this piece of me. In this moment, I can finally admit that I want it just as much as he does.

Chris drives two fingers inside me again, hooking them to hit that spot that feels so good. He thrusts his fingers in and out of me, quickening his pace as I meet every thrust, desperately, with my hips. I’m possessed by need and mind-altering pleasure. The more Chris drinks from me, the better it feels. I don’t know if that’s a bad sign, or not. And I don’t care. I want this release more than I want my next breath.

Chris lifts his mouth from my neck. Licks the blood from my skin, dropping open-mouthed kisses along my throat. “You’re so fucking amazing, kitten,” Chris breathes out.

“Let me on my back so I can spread wider for you.” He doesn’t hesitate, sliding just far enough away from me so I can roll onto my back and spread my legs as wide as they can go. He’s thrusting his fingers faster, and I can feel my muscles tightening around them. Remembering my promise to be quiet, that my screams are only for him, I bury my face against his neck, crying out as my muscles clamp down around him, and I shatter in my second release of the night. My hands are fisted in his shirt as I ride through my orgasm.

He slides his hand out from my shorts and rests it on my stomach. “Come here.” Rolling to his back, he adjusts me so that my head rests against his chest, my leg partially straddling him.

“Thank you.” I whisper, eyes already closing. I don’t know if he responds before I drift into sleep.

* * *

I wake to the feeling of movement beneath me. My leg is no longer draped over Chris’ stomach and groin, but my head still rests against his chest. I crack open my eyes and see Chris’ arm moving quickly under the covers. Holy shit. Is he touching himself? My lips part as I watch him. His breathing is quiet, but fast and short.

Without even realizing I’m doing it, I slowly slide my hand under the covers and reach lower. My hand passes over his hip, and Chris goes completely still. Finally, I place my hand over his. His hand is wrapped around his hard cock, stroking his length. My breath hitches as he moves it away for me. I grip him firmly, and begin to slowly stroke up and down. I want to be the one to give him this bliss.

“Dani, what are you-” he trails off as I sit up and throw the blanket off of us, letting out a soft moan at the sight of him. He’s fucking huge, and I can’t help but fantasize about what his cock would feel like stretching me and filling me. I straddle his legs, taking his cock into my hand once more, feeling it twitch in my grip.

A low groan, that starts deep in his chest, rolls out of his mouth as I stroke him. His lips are parted as he watches me with something close to awe. “God, kitten, yes,” he groans, his voice filled with need. “I’m going to come so fucking hard watching you do that. Look at what you do to me.”

I give him a sly smirk as I scoot back slightly, lower my head, and do one long sweep against his entire length with my tongue, ending with a quick swirl of my tongue around his head. I can taste his precum pooling at the tip, and I stare as I lap it up.

His eyes are filled with pure desire, shaky, panting breaths escaping his parted lips. I inhale deeply before taking his entire length into my mouth, bobbing my head up and down, flattening my tongue to glide along with my movements.

Chris groans, head tilting slightly back as he plunges his hands into my hair and fists the long strands, driving his length into my mouth, as he shoves my head down. I moan slightly, and awareness dawns in his eyes, his fingers loosening in my hair. “Fuck, I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

I lift my head and stare at him. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I demand, before bringing my mouth onto him again.

He bares his teeth at me. “You want me to fuck your mouth, little kitten? God, you’re so fucking perfect.” His grip tightens in my hair again, and with a feral-sounding growl, he thrusts his dick deep into my mouth as he drives my head down. His hips move faster as he fucks my mouth, garbled words emerging from his own lips. “Fuck, little kitten. I love the feel of your mouth on my cock. Only me for the rest of your life, no one else will ever fucking have you like this.” He moans as he blows his spend down my throat, his head punching back into the pillow, but his eyes never leave mine. I swallow every last drop. Licking my lips, as I lift my head under his hungry gaze.

I shift back into our original position with my head against his chest, and my arm wrapped around his stomach. With his free hand, he lifts the waistband of his sweatpants to cover himself. “Thank you,” he whispers against my hair, as he kisses my forehead gently.

My eyes are already sliding shut, and I’m getting lost back in my dream state when I hear a whispered, “I love you,” so soft it doesn’t even sound real. Before I can really think about it, I drift away with ease, back to sleep.