Chapter 10 Sam #2
None of the gossip I’d heard had spoken of the simple pleasure of just having a man inside my body, but each movement Kyle made spilled another gasp or sigh from my mouth, and I wanted more. I tilted my hips up to meet him, and his breathing came faster.
My eyes had been closed like I was still hiding, but I opened them now, and our gazes met. The heat in his eyes was still red. But he hadn’t moaned or murmured my name. He’d been almost silent, his breathing a little heavier, but it was like he was concentrating, totally focused on our bodies.
His eyes were like hot coals, and desire heated me again, skittering underneath my skin like a shower of sparks. That was definitely a look I knew, and I offered him another invitation, rolling my head to the side and exposing my neck.
The next breath he inhaled was shakier, and I wasn’t sure he was going to take from me. But I wanted that venom, and worse, I wanted Kyle. I wanted his cock inside me as he drank from my vein.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please do it, Kyle.”
He groaned as I said his name, and the tip of one of his fangs grazed my skin before he moaned again and sank them both into me.
My pleasure spiraled quickly, taking me to heights I’d never known before. It was like being on a runaway train, a complete loss of my control as the noise of Kyle drawing my blood filled my ears and his body moving in mine created an entirely new friction.
My muscles all clenched and pleasure pulsed a fast beat, tightening my body around Kyle as he released a muffled moan against my skin. He moved a couple more times, slow and steady… like he was teasing himself before he pressed a last soft kiss to my lips and shifted his weight from me.
The loss of him was unexpected, and I wrapped my arms around myself to try to combat it. I moved from basking in his warmth to trying to control my shivers.
He retreated to the shadows and even though the red color in his eyes had died away, I could still track him. I pulled my blanket back around myself and sat up again, trying to control the cold permeating my whole being now. It seemed to sink in, bone deep. Perhaps right to my soul.
Except, no. There was something else there, where I would have expected my soul to be.
Something warm that reminded me of Kyle.
Something I’d never gotten from any time Esmé had fed from me.
It was like he’d embedded part of himself within me — more than just the physical evidence of what we’d just done.
He watched me, but he didn’t speak, and another shiver rippled through me.
I wrapped my arms around my knees and made my body as small as possible, trying to conserve what little heat I had left. My core temperature had plummeted. “What’s going on, Kyle?” I sounded tired, but I didn’t have time for male crap. This was more than just rolling over and going to sleep.
He was so distant that he’d actually moved away, and the gap between us was filled with emptiness and frigid air.
He didn’t speak, and I patted the mattress beside me.
“At least come and sit down. I know we didn’t exactly plan this, but it happened. We can’t take it back, and you standing over there in the naughty corner won’t help anything.” I stopped speaking.
Had he really found it that bad? Like standing in the shadows avoiding me was going to help somehow? Like he could unimagine it all or just pretend it hadn’t happened?
“I don’t need to sit down.” His voice was gruff, still thick from him speaking around his fangs.
I lifted my head, jutting my chin out. “Yeah, you do. We’ve apparently got some stuff we should discuss.”
“No!” He blurted the word. “Like you said, it happened. We didn’t plan it, but it happened anyway. Let’s just leave it here.”
I nodded like I was considering his request, but what the actual hell? “Sure, let’s just leave it here.” I took a deep breath. Time to try to shock him into communicating with me. “Let’s forget I was a virgin until about ten minutes ago and now I’m not.”
He sucked in a breath, and I waited for him to say something, but the only sound I heard was his quiet, regular breathing.
“Okay.” I pushed harder. “If that’s the way you feel, you should just leave.” My finger shook as I pointed in the direction of the door, so I pulled my hand back to my side.
I wouldn’t be anything but confident and in control right now.
“If you aren’t willing to talk to me, don’t ever bother talking to me again.” It was a bold declaration. And maybe I was stupid for calling his bluff… but I wanted to know more.
Why had he come here tonight? What had just happened? That was more than playing Esmé’s game… More than just pretending to be my boyfriend. He’d made me feel alive and like I mattered for the first time in months.
He breathed out like he didn’t know what to do.
I couldn’t tell whether it was disappointment or relief, actually, and I ended up not caring because he emerged from the shadows but only to grab his pants from where they were balled up on the floor.
He shoved his legs into them, his movements rough and jerky, and the noise of the zipper fastening didn’t sound near as seductive as when he’d drawn it down.
He dragged his boots back on and backed his way toward the door. I couldn’t tell if he tried to speak, but maybe he did. It pleased me to think he might have spoken to me or wanted to, anyway.
The door clicked softly closed behind him and I sighed heavily.
Well, shit. That hadn’t ended exactly like I’d hoped.
But even that thought couldn’t steal the experience from me.
I still had all of my memories of how Kyle had felt over me, inside me, and I closed my eyes as I allowed myself to remember his kisses and his touch.
I wanted those thoughts to transport me far away.
I’d just started to relax and sink back toward sleep when my door burst open, and my light clicked on. I sat up abruptly, ripped from my memories as Esmé stormed toward me. She stopped and her nostrils flared as she inhaled.
“What. The. Fuck.” She breathed in again and her eyes became red with fury.
She grabbed the rickety table I kept by the door and threw it at me, the things that had been on top of it spilling in all directions across my room.
“What the fuck? Like seriously?” She grabbed a book from the floor and launched that at me too as I lifted my arms to protect my head.
“You are mine, Sam. I own you, remember? After what you did, you owe me. And I’m going to collect everything you owe…
but slowly. Slower now.” The smile she flashed my way promised pain, and metal bands of fear wrapped around my chest. “Other vampires don’t drink from you. You’re no one’s bloodwhore but mine.”
I winced as her words slapped against me. I hadn’t been a bloodwhore tonight. I hadn’t. Kyle hadn’t used me as that.
“No other vampires.” Esmé’s eyes gleamed as she advanced toward me. She stopped suddenly, her nostrils flaring wide and her eyes filling with hate. “A mate? A fucking mate? After you condemned me to a lifetime without one? How fucking dare you.” She raised her arm and swung it back.
I held my hands out, trying to ward off the blow she was about to deliver as she ranted illogically.
She could clearly smell the sex. There was no reasoning with Esmé when she was like this.
The best I could hope for was preventing her from spiraling into a full bloodlust state and to minimize any damage she might do to me.
“No other vampires,” I repeated, but she smiled at me, her expression filled with malice.
Then she flew a me, her hands twisted into claws, her cheekbones prominent and sharp. Esmé was a monster. She hadn’t held back, and she could kill me now. I almost laughed. At least I was no longer a virgin, right?
I flung myself out of her way and prepared to fend off her attack, my position defensive, but she was too strong.
She ripped me from the bed and held me tight against her as she lowered her head toward my neck. I screamed, suddenly afraid of the end. Not this way.
A roar of rage filed the room, and Esmé’s grip on me disappeared as Kyle pushed her halfway across the room until she hit the wall opposite me and crumpled to the floor.
Kyle. Holy fuck. Kyle had come back for me.
Esmé stood, each of her movements wobbly, and she bared her fangs at Kyle as she laughed. She lunged at him, raking her hands in front of her, her extended nails slashing at his face. He danced backward then grasped her wrists in his hands and spun her, so her back was to his chest.
He leaned forward, his lips against her right ear. “Off you go, Esmé,” he murmured. “Run along.” He released her abruptly, thrusting her forward as he did, and she snarled before speed-walking through the open door.
Kyle turned to me, and I tried to grin, but my mouth wobbled instead, and I covered it with my hand as I fought not to cry. I’d been through too much in this house. I couldn’t cry because one person did one nice thing for me. But kindness was always worse than pain.
He strode toward me, and for the second time in my life, he lifted me against his chest and cradled me there. Then we left the house, and I closed my eyes as the front door banged shut behind us.
I’d been wrong before about freedom.
This was it.