Chapter 3
Chapter
Three
SHOULD YOU WISH TO
Okay, so I’d been abducted to become a giant vampire bat dude’s dinner only to become his fuck toy and get to tag along while he escaped captivity.
Plus, I’d somehow gained the ability to spit bullets out of my body and heal myself?
I needed answers for a lot of things, but that one especially was tripping my brain something fierce.
Not to mention, we were just going to fly down and land in somebody’s backyard like it was no big deal.
Lights came on, and who knew if cameras started recording as Hamilton—Hamilton?
Seriously?—carried me around a really nice in-ground pool to a set of patio doors.
He yanked one open, no doubt destroying the lock, but hey, no alarm went off.
Did houses have silent alarms? This place was way over my pay grade, so I had absolutely no idea what rich folks might have.
Inside a mostly glass and chrome living room, Hamilton set me down and held my shoulders as I looked up at him. “Steady?”
“Yeah, I think so.” I marched in place for a moment. “I think the drugs are wearing off.”
“Good.” He caressed my skin before letting me go. “Why don’t you go take a shower? See if there’s any clothes you can wear as well.”
I nearly moaned aloud at the thought of a shower. Not only did I want to get his spooge off my ass, but there was dried blood that wasn’t even mine all over me. But I didn’t want to do any of that alone.
“What are you going to do?”
“Relax.” He turned to a huge sectional and cocked his head. Probably trying to measure whether he’d fit on it. “If I can, then perhaps I’ll be able to shift back to my human form.”
“Oh! So you can be this or a regular guy?” I looked him over from furry head to wings to the triangular tail hiding his butt like a little cape. “That’s cool. But, um, maybe you could chill in whichever room is nearest the bathroom?”
I gulped when he turned around, his big black eyes assessing me. Yep, a weak moment of vulnerability. I was clearly so far outside my own reality that I could barely see it from here. I needed someone way more familiar with fucking everything to take the lead for a while.
The corner of Hamilton’s fang-filled mouth curled up, and he nodded. “Yes, of course.”
I went up the open staircase, hating that it only had a railing on one side, and found what had to be the main bedroom for the house.
A huge bed, way too many closets, and a bathroom that had a shower and a tub.
In my mind, showers were for getting clean and tubs were for chilling, so I headed for the shower.
If we had time for a nice long soak later, I’d definitely take advantage, but cleanliness was what I needed now.
Hamilton sat on the counter between the two sinks while I fiddled with the control panel—seriously, a computerized panel controlled the shower. I kept glancing at him, wondering if this was a good time to ask all my questions, or if that would only stress him out.
“Ask me,” he said as he stretched out his wings before relaxing back against the mirror.
“Oh. Okay, um…” My mind shrugged, totally blank.
He huffed a laugh. “How about why you were able to heal yourself?”
“Yes! Yeah, that’s a real mind fuck, let me tell you.” I held up a hand and paused before stepping into the shower stall. “Not that I don’t absolutely appreciate being able to do that.”
“Mmm, of course,” he said with a grin. “Get in. I’ll explain.”
I stepped inside the glass box that was the shower but left the door partly open to make sure I could hear him. As I wet my whole body and sighed from the wonderful heat, Hamilton started talking.
“As I’m certain you’ve already surmised, I am a vampire.
Specifically, I’m from a clan—a subspecies—called Contestrello because we have the ability to be man or beast. Two things happened simultaneously when we fucked.
First, I was changed in that I gained greater strength and speed.
I had tried to escape four times prior but couldn’t break free of my containment.
Second, you were changed in that you gained my ability to heal myself. That is, unfortunately, temporary.”
“How temporary?” Rust-red blood was swirling down the drain around my feet. I cleared my throat and reached for the shampoo on the shelf. “Like, don’t step in front of any bullets starting now, or tomorrow night?”
“I believe it lasts roughly four hours. I wouldn’t rely on it too heavily.”
The shampoo was silky. Tell me you’re rich without telling me… “But if we, uh, did it again…”
“Yes, fucking you again would renew the healing ability within you as you absorbed my cum. The same would happen if you drank my blood. Or my saliva, I suppose. Possibly my ur—”
“Okay! I get it. Contestrello bodily fluids for the win.”
Hamilton chuckled, and I gave myself a few minutes to wash and rinse my hair.
“So, did the others you’ve had over for dinner,” I said with heavily implied quotation marks, “not say yes or something? Is that why you couldn’t fuck them and escape?” It was nice that even all beastly, consent still mattered to him.
When he didn’t answer, I wiped the condensation from the shower glass and looked out at him. He wasn’t sitting on the counter anymore. For a second, I panicked, heart racing and breath caught in my throat. “H-Hamilton?”
“A moment please,” he said, and I realized the door to the little toilet room was closed.
Making myself take some deep breaths, I got back to the business of washing. I wasn’t a fan of those poofy things and liquid soap, but if you were going to steal someone else’s soap, you got what you got. Again, the stuff was silky smooth. I got all hydrated and exfoliated and shit.
Rinsed and practically glowing from the fanciest shower I might’ve ever taken, I turned it all off and stepped out to snag the fluffiest towel on the planet. I didn’t even have it in me to care that this heavenly cloth had touched a stranger’s butt—it was mine now.
But when I looked up, I saw a naked man with super pale skin, dark rusty hair, taut muscles just everywhere, and a smirk on his face standing in the doorway to the toilet.
I gasped, clutched the towel in front of me, and stepped back only to bonk my head on the shower door.
Wincing, I covered the spot and edged toward the doorway into the bedroom.
“Stop panicking. It’s me,” the man said.
“Me who?” I snapped and did not stop panicking, thanks.
In the time it took me to blink, he was suddenly standing in front of me. I flinched back, he put his hand on the back of my head, and his grin grew to reveal sharp teeth and fangs.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he said in a very familiar voice before angling his head to kiss me.
So, okay, this was Hamilton in human mode.
Got it. Really, really got it because the man was a world class kisser.
He did things with his lips that I hadn’t known lips could do.
Normally, I didn’t kiss much because when I wanted to get laid, most guys didn’t offer foreplay.
Hamilton could teach classes. I was absolutely ready to put my ass in the air or get on my knees and the only part of us that was touching were our mouths.
Well, until I grabbed him and tried to mold my entire body against his, but that was when he stopped.
“Forgive me,” he rumbled, “but I would like to wash the stink of that place from my skin before we do more. However, after I’m clean, and should you wish to, I would very much like to fuck you again.”
I gulped. How did he sound so polite and so filthy at the same time?
“Think on it.” He patted my ass as he turned me toward the bedroom.
Nodding, I walked out, only realizing that I still needed to dry off when I nearly slipped on the tile floor.
I took a moment to finish drying my lower half.
Hamilton chuckled behind me, and I stood straight with a blush since I’d been flashing my ass at him.
He licked one of his fangs as he smiled at me and then he got into the shower.
That move had me thinking I might be asked to provide another snack for the vampire.
Did his cum also restore me from blood loss?
I bet he’d been aiming to drain me before he’d stopped to fuck me, but then I’d also lost some blood when I’d been shot.
Maybe I should check the kitchen for…whatever helped when you lost blood?
I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed downstairs.
He might’ve had dinner already, but I hadn’t, and maybe food in general would be enough to keep me in good supply.
The fact that I could hear the shower running in this deathly quiet mausoleum of a house comforted me as I went down to the kitchen.
I snagged a water bottle from a pack on the counter and saw that there was a lot of stuff left out.
It kind of looked like someone had been selecting from different bulk snack boxes and bundles.
Maybe these people really were on vacation instead of just out for the night.
I tore into a sleeve of toasted almonds and dumped them into my mouth.
Dried fruits, crackers, jerky… I made a little collection in the crook of my arm, and then I heard the water go off upstairs.
Decision time. Based solely on whether I liked the idea of another fuck, sure, it was a great way to get to sleep. As far as a fuck was a survival tactic, yes, please save my life with your dick juice. Did I need to think beyond either of those points? Maybe. But, like, not right now.
I took the water and snacks back upstairs.
When I got to the bedroom, I found the lights glowing warm and golden, the bed turned down invitingly, and a gorgeous man with a stiffy poking through his open navy blue robe. Quite conveniently, my towel fell off as I stood in the doorway.
“Did you make your decision, then?” Hamilton asked with a smirk.
Owning my nakedness and the fact that I was chubbing up just from looking at him, I walked by and set all my treats on the bedside table. “I have. One question, though.”
“Anything.”
“Well, I’m wondering if you’re going to want more blood and if it’ll be, you know, before, during, or after.”
I literally saw the blur of him zipping over to me, and it still made me gasp to have him suddenly so close.
“I prefer during,” he said with a growl to his tone. While he looped one arm around my waist, his free hand teased a patch of skin on the inside of my thigh, high up where he’d bitten me earlier. “Would you give me permission to blow you and bite you here?”
I nodded, practically swaying against him.
Hamilton leaned in and spoke against my lips. “The words please, Wiley.”
“Yes.”
I’d barely gotten the “s” sound out and he was on me.
His kiss was deeper, more demanding this time, and I shivered when I encountered a fang with my tongue.
His arm around my waist pulled me in tight against him, our cocks bumping, and then he grabbed my ass and ground against me.
I clutched at his shoulders and made the most wanton noises.
I nearly fell over when he suddenly dropped to his knees, and then I was wailing as he slurped my cock into his fucking throat.
A shiver went through me from the realization that I could feel the stiffness of his fangs bracketing the base of my cock.
I also didn’t care even a little bit because, oh my fuck, he was down there sucking me like he didn’t need to breathe. Maybe he didn’t?
My knees must’ve buckled because I found myself hitting the edge of the bed and him chuckling at me. “Oops,” I said as I blinked up at the ceiling. I lifted my head to look down at him just in time to see him lick up the length of my dick very slowly and with a very long tongue. “Oh my god…”
His devilishly dark eyes seemed to twinkle at me as he stared and…
Yep, his was not a human tongue because he just wound it around my cock twice.
He unwound it, making me moan, and then did it again and again.
Slick, tight, swirling… I dropped my head back and fisted the comforter under my ass as I moaned and moaned.
When Hamilton pushed my knees wider apart, I let them hang open, baring myself to him for whatever he else he wanted to do to me.
I felt his thumbs massaging my inner thighs, high up near my hips.
Was he tenderizing where he planned to bite me?
And why did knowing he was going to do that send an extra quiver of absolute need through my veins?
It was like I wanted him to make me bleed.
My cock was suddenly down his throat again, but he was bobbing on me, taking me deep over and over again. I wasn’t going to last much longer—I couldn’t!
“H-Ham… Hamil— Ah!” I came so hard, his wicked throat squeezing on me as he swallowed.
And I hadn’t even fully finished before he was biting into my leg.
The craziest thing was that the sensations of coming kept on like my body had somehow figured out how to stack orgasms. I was twitching and moaning and damn near crying as he sucked the blood from me.
This was what it felt like to have a vampire bite you? Sign me up for life!
Tears in my eyes and heaving for breath, I whimpered when he finally withdrew his fangs and licked the wounds.
I was wrung out like I’d never been before, sated down to my bones, and yet I knew we weren’t done.
Far from it. The wicked creature who caught me under my arms and dragged me higher onto the bed hadn’t come yet.
My blood was on his bottom lip before he licked it away, staring down at me like I fascinated him. I’d never had anyone look at me like that, and I couldn’t stop staring back at him.
“Your cum, your blood,” he said, “are sweeter than any I’ve ever known.”
“Thanks?”
Hamilton laughed and leaned down to kiss me gently. I pulled my legs back, wide open, ready to give him my ass. Every bit of me was still tingling from his bite, and I didn’t want to stop.