Chapter 7

“I don’t care,” I told him, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pulled his head into my chest. His teeth tugged on my bra like he was determined to rip it right off. “Take me.”

Quin didn’t need any more convincing. Seconds later, he had every stitch of my clothing littered across the floor. I shuddered as I felt his hands roaming my hips, my chest, my ass, and of course, my oh so very sensitive lips. His fingers were slow and seductive, dancing over my flesh. He parted my lips, his finger running along the sensitive skin until I moaned out. I bit my lip, feeling the tingling sensation run along my spine. He grinned, slowly pressing his finger against my moist entrance. With some pressure, he forced it inside of me, knuckle-deep. He slowly began twisting it around, taking his time.

Finally, with skilled precision, he rammed his finger all the way in. I moaned out his name, my body contorting with pleasure. He hooked it back and forth. With a twisting motion, he pulled it out and grinned, showing off how wet his finger was. “Someone is eager…” He whispered. With his other hand, his thumb worked my clit, flicking it back and forth, sending me into a state of pure bliss.

“Please, Quin…” I pleaded. I wanted to say more, but I couldn’t form the words in my mouth. I just looked up at him, hoping he would please me before I went insane. His grin deepened and suddenly, he rammed two of his fingers inside of me, once again forcing them as deep as they could go. This time, he went slow, pulling them out just an inch before forcing them back inside. He continued to finger-fuck me in a steady rhythm. “Quin… please. I can’t take this… I need you.”

But Quin ignored my pleas as he brought me to the edge and back, never fulfilling my desires even as my nails ran down his back, trying to persuade him. He just kept playing my body like a violin until he took hold of my hips, his face buried between my legs. With his fingers digging into my thighs, he spread my legs apart before draping them over his shoulders. His hands moved to my ass, holding me tight as his tongue finally made contact with my pussy. I moaned in pleasure, my back arching.

His lips locked around my pussy as he sucked on my clit, his tongue expertly flicking over it. He looked up at me with his hazel eyes and I thought I would lose it right then and there. He was so goddamn sexy. I reached down, my fingers tangling in his sandy hair, pulling at it as I tried to force him deeper into my pussy. He obediently complied with my silent request as his tongue delved deeper into my wet folds. He lapped at the juices, slurping them up with a hungry desire. His fingers tightened around my ass, slowly spreading my cheeks apart before one of his fingers teased my back entrance, taunting me with the possibility.

I moaned his name, feeling the nick of his sharp teeth against my flesh, but never experiencing their pain. His long tongue twisted in and out of me, making me shiver with pleasure. I pulled at his hair even harder, forcing him as deep as he could go until his nose was pressed against my pussy and the only thing he could smell was my deep, musky scent.

All I could think about was his tongue, deftly moving in and out of me, driving me insane. My mind went numb. My pussy quivered and my thighs shook. He had me completely under his control. I was helpless to his whims as his tongue delved deeper into the unknown. Finally, just as I thought I was going to lose my mind, I experienced sweet release, my juices rushing out. In an instant, his face was covered with my nectar. Grinning wildly at me, he licked his lips before he finally dropped my legs back onto the bed. Seconds later, I dropped into a dark abyss, exhaustion taking me over.

***

When I woke up, I was alone in bed. The sheets were still a little moist as my fingers ran along the silky fabric. I grinned. Having sex with a vampire had been totally worth it. Finally, I got up and rubbed my eyes. A soft light strained through the curtains as I took my first good look at Quin’s bedroom, admiring the soft purple color that adorned the walls. The tastefully coordinated bedroom set, carved out of a deep, almost black wood and trimmed in a gold finish.

I got up, my toes brushing against the soft carpet underfoot. “Quin?” I called out, but there was no response. There was a door left slightly ajar on the left. I pushed it open, but all I found was an empty bathroom. I walked up to the mirror, seeing my disheveled reflection. My hair was in disarray. My lips looked bruised. There was a giant hickey on my neck. Through further inspection, it wasn’t a hickey at all. Disguised by the blood that had pooled under my skin, were two distinct puncture holes. I smiled, running my fingers over the wound, only to feel a sharp stake of pleasure run through my heart. A deep sense of longing washed over me. I had to find Quin.

I walked out of the bedroom and padded down the hallway in a bathrobe I found. I tightened it around me, feeling a breeze rolling through the house. As I approached the end of the hall, a man suddenly appeared. I jumped, nearly screaming.

“Who are you?” He hissed, pressing me against the wall with his body. I tensed up as I looked into his dark, soulless eyes. “Answer me!”

“I…” I wanted to say something, but the words lodged themselves in my throat. I tried to gulp them back down, but that only drew attention to my neck. He grabbed my chin and turned my head to the side, his gaze locked on the bite on my neck. Suddenly, he let go of me with a sense of repulsion.

“Did you…” He stepped back even further, pressing himself against the adjacent wall. “You and Quin… did you?” He seemed just as lost for words as I was.

“Who are you?” I demanded, taking a step forward as I felt the power dynamic between us change. The man who stood before me was taller than me, maybe even taller than Quin, but he was much thinner. He was dressed peculiarly in an old-fashioned, black suit. His thick, curly hair was styled to the right, covering his eye. His face was dark and foreboding. In a way, he looked like he was starving.

“I’m Quin’s…. roommate. Or something to that effect…” He answered as if unsure. “At least I live here.” He paused and looked down. “I can’t believe he invited you into the house.” He grumbled under his breath. “Did he do anything to hurt you?” Suddenly, he was standing all too close, looking me over for any injuries.

“No. I’m fine.” I spat, stepping away from him. I didn’t like the way he looked at me. “Anyway, mind telling me where Quin is.”

“I don’t know.” He answered before taking a whiff of the air. “He’s not home.”

“How do you know that?” I asked, narrowing my eyes in suspicion. “Are you just saying that to get rid of me?”

“No. He definitely isn’t here.” He stepped closer and seemed to sniff me as well.

I pulled away, a little disgusted. “What the hell are you doing?” I demanded.

“The scent of his bloodlust is all over you. You’re lucky you’re still alive.”

“What are you talking about?” I eyed my surroundings, looking for an emergency exit or even a window, in case this guy tried anything fishy.

“As I’m sure you’ve found out, Quin is a vampire. Last night, he could’ve sucked you dry.” He reached forward, touching the bite marks on my neck. I immediately slapped his hand away. He pulled back, a look of offense painting his features. With a frown, he placed his hands in his pockets. “Instead, he spared your life. I wonder why.”

I stared at him and he stared back, his black eyes like two bottomless pits. I found myself getting lost in them before I remembered to breathe again. “You’re a vampire too, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

Somehow, in the span of twenty-four hours, I had come face to face not just with one vampire, but two. Could things get any weirder?