Chapter 10 Sam
Sam
Iwas awake and it was sudden. The sound of my breathing filled my ears as my heart beat rapidly, and I blinked in the dark. Something was different. Someone was… here. I moved so quickly I startled myself, squashing against the wall as I tried to take up less space in my narrow twin bed.
I’d found the broken frame next to a dumpster and carried it home piece by piece because Esmé had only provided a mattress on the floor. But I was probably lucky for that much.
I widened my eyes, not even blinking as I tried to stare into the dark.
But it was soft and muffled and messed with my focus.
Someone was there, hiding in the shadows, breathing softly.
And it wasn’t Esmé. She would have just put the lights on and shouted at me.
She didn’t hold back, and she never watched me sleep.
“Who’s there?” I whispered the words so quietly even I could barely hear them. Fear had paralyzed my voice.
The shadows in the room changed and shifted with the way the wind pushed the clouds over the moon. My curtainless window created the shapes on my wall, but when a shaft of moonlight finally permeated the dark, I sucked in a desperate breath.
A figure moved forward, and my heart rate ramped up to something painful as it hammered against the inside of my ribs, knocking so hard it almost rattled my teeth as well.
“Shit.” The word was little more than a squeak.
Red eyes glowed in the dark but there was something familiar about the way the man held himself. Something that had my defenses lowering at the exact time I should have been walling myself up without access to a door so I could keep him out.
“K…Kyle?” I stuttered his name out as a question.
I was pretty sure it was him, but he had never looked at me with those eyes — not the ones I was used to seeing when Esmé wanted to feed. But there was something more in Kyle’s gaze, an answering desire rushed through me, tightening my core and pulsing between my legs.
But no. He wouldn’t want this. Wouldn’t want me. Not someone else’s thrall. What we were doing was merely play. It was a ruse only because Esmé had told us to act that part.
Only… oh my God… It suddenly felt like I could have every single thing I wanted. Kyle was here, wasn’t he? He was pretty much offering himself on a plate. There were trumpeters trumpeting, and the written invitation was in the mail.
Still. I couldn’t just let him do this if he thought it was necessary or something else was responsible for his behavior.
What if he didn’t actually want me? That thought was mortifying, but I needed to make sure it wasn’t the case.
I sat up and clutched my ratty blanket to me, trying to ignore the mix of known and unknown stains my movement revealed on the mattress.
“Kyle?” I tried again, my voice stronger. “Kyle? Why are you here? Is there a problem? Is something wrong with Esmé? Brock?” I spat that man’s name out. I hoped there was a fucking problem with Brock.
But Kyle didn’t speak. He just moved slowly closer, almost gliding toward me, like the alpha predator he was.
I closed my eyes for a beat as my chest tightened. Shit. I’d seen Esmé in this mode. It was either going to hurt or feel really, really good. And Kyle being a guy… I had my money on really good.
His fangs glinted as moonlight poured into the room again, and I grew wet, reacting to the promise of venom and the unfamiliar suggestion of sex. I almost reached for him, but instead I sat frozen against the wall, watching him move slowly closer.
When he reached me, he leaned forward, his eyes meeting mine. I didn’t flinch away at his proximity. I wanted this. I welcomed it. Hell, I’d been waiting for it. Just never thought I’d get it.
I dropped my head slowly to one side, revealing my neck in invitation, and he growled low, the noise rumbling through his chest and adding to my excitement.
Maybe I should have been scared. But I wasn’t.
Something about Kyle tugged me toward him despite the danger he posed.
Like the danger was an extra aphrodisiac — not that I needed it.
He brought his fingers to trace the outer curve of my neck, and I moaned softly at the gentle touch, closing my eyes again so I could soak up the sensation of his skin against mine.
He gasped a little, just the smallest inhales of breath, and power filled my chest. I affected this giant of a man, this immortal being, and he wanted me.
It was like no one else had ever wanted me… And if they had, they no longer mattered.
Something soft touched my neck, and my eyes flickered open as Kyle’s lips pressed against me again, as his tongue swept out and drew goosebumps. I shivered, and he cupped my breast with his hand.
I let loose an exhale at the answering prickle of desire that ran through my body, and when his thumb swept over my hardening nipple, I leaned closer to him, pushing myself into his hold.
Shit. I’d taken part in the odd fumble but nothing that did this to me, nothing that led to me offering myself. I wanted to be taken. I wanted to gift wrap myself, a present for him to open. I wanted to be that good… for him to want me.
But even as those thoughts crowded into my head, I tried to push them away. I needed to be transactional about this and not get caught up in the fake romance of it all. This was an experience I’d always wanted. That could be enough.
It would be enough. I could die with this damn virginity thing ticked off my bucket list.
Kyle pressed closer, his kisses moving up my neck to my jaw and along to my mouth.
I was eager for him, ready, parting my lips when he reached them and covered them with his.
And he kissed me like he really meant it as his tongue teased against mine, the slow caresses expert and teasing me to want more.
I answered him, matching his kisses with the kind of confidence I’d never known.
Where my breathing had been ill-timed before or I didn’t know what to do with my hands, now everything worked.
I didn’t even think about each breath. Only Kyle existed as I tugged him closer, drawing him to lie against me on the bed.
My fingertips clutched against his scalp, smoothing over the scar there.
He threw a leg over me, anchoring me to the mattress, and his erection jutted against my hip as he ground against me. I wanted to work my hand between us, to take the bulge into my palm, but I didn’t dare. Kyle wasn’t mine to touch that way. Not really.
But he touched me again, running his hand up my thigh underneath the fabric of the oversized T-shirt I’d thrown on to sleep in, and my breath hitched in a harsh gasp. He didn’t seem to be stopping.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
For a moment I thought he might not reply. Then…
“This.” And he didn’t stop.
I relaxed a little beneath him, using his distraction to move my hand to his waist. I stopped there, warring sensations of desire and fear playing within me. I wanted him to complete his slow journey to between my legs. Not even trying to hide my eagerness, I parted them for him.
But I also wanted to hold him in my hand, to feel the weight of him and the heat as he throbbed with the need to be inside me. That was what I wanted to discover there, anyway. That his desire matched mine.
He moved, shifting his weight down my body, and I clutched at his head, not finding a grip on his close-cropped hair.
My throat dried. “What are you doing?” It was the same question as before.
“Minding my own business.” His words gave nothing away but then his fingers gripped the outsides of my thighs, and he moved my body as he wanted it.
I closed my eyes and threw my forearm over my face, hiding suddenly, as he settled between my legs and kissed me in an intimate way I couldn’t have imagined.
My whole body heated at the realization of where his head was…
where his lips were. I released a breath as his tongue toyed with my clit, lapping against it before he sucked it into his mouth.
The next breath I released was a soft moan, and his arm snaked up my body until his hand held my breast, pushing against it almost roughly, but I wanted more. More touches, more pressure, more pleasure.
As if he could sense my need, the hand on my breast moved, and his finger probed at my entrance instead. He pushed it inside me gently before pulling back and pressing forward again, each slow movement agonizing when I wanted him all the way, as much as I could take.
Then I gasped as he touched something inside me that sent out a wave of heat that short-circuited my thoughts. He touched it again, pressing harder, and my muscles tensed. I bit my lip, trying to stem another sound of pleasure as I writhed gently against him, my hips moving on their own.
Every time he touched me, another bolt of desire coursed through me. It was like he’d known a secret about me even I hadn’t. Like he’d unlocked something no one else would have known was there.
He moved again, and the sound of a zipper being drawn down filled the room, the teeth parting noisily before the rustle of fabric followed and the sound of his pants hitting my bedroom floor.
I held my breath as he moved over me, the hard heat of his erection dragging over my thigh as he crawled back up my body.
“Hello.” My voice was just a breath, but he didn’t reply.
His lips were on mine again, something desperate, urgent, as the weight of him dropped between my legs and he nudged the head of his cock against me as though he was seeking permission.
Yes. Fuck, yes. He had that permission. I parted my legs farther, eager to feel him inside me.
When he pushed forward, it was slow and short before he pulled back and forward again a little more.
So slow I almost wanted to sink my fingers into his ass and stop him from pulling back, but he was careful and he was gentle with me, and where I’d been told to expect pain, there was none.
There was only pleasure.