I spiraled down toward the house, hoping I’d made the right choice.
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 fuckingeverything 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 showeranda 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.
