“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 thisdeathly 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 meearlier. “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.”
