When he tries to scream, I dig my nails in around his throat and squeeze his vocal cords shut.
When the warm gush spurts down my throat, I am satisfied, but it doesn’t satisfy any sexual appetite.It will be a cold day in hell when I get turned on by this monster.
Piers starts to gurgle.A bubble of air gets sucked into my mouth as oxygen replaces the blood, like a malfunctioning soda fountain.Pushing him away from me, I get to my feet.Tilting my neck, I stare up at the stars.
And I howl a great cry of vengeance.
Shadow and Theron come carrying the ATV on their shoulders so the wheels don’t leave tracks.They don’t even bother looking at the limp creature at my feet.
“Make the quadbike tracks coming down the hill, crossing the road, and then into the creek, like he lost control.”I shout my instructions over my shoulder as I drag the body into the water.
“Don’t forget to take the key out of his pocket so we can put it back into the ignition!”Theron shouts.
Piers floats in the water, pockets of air caught in the billows of his clothes.
I look at the back of his head with analytical unconcern.
There’s a tree branch bobbing against the riverbank.Holding it above my head like a spear, I plunge the sharp wood through the body’s torso.
“Goodbye, Piers.You should have read that indemnity form on the ferry more closely.It’s there to protect the interests of vampires, after all…”
Epilogue
“We were always destined to be lovers, Aila.”
Lying in bed with Aila is my favorite thing to do.She makes a dangerously attractive vampire, but she was forever gorgeous to me right from the start.I fell in love with her resilient spirit, and she brought that with her after the change.
“I think myops would call us life partners.Except we’re not alive.”
Seeing my world through her newly awakened eyes is charming.She marvels that we can sleep, dream, and get loaded just the same as humans do.Learning the difference between myth and truth brings my lover endless fascination.
“Ah, Theron, why don’t I miss the inconsistencies of my soul?”Snuggling next to me, she traces her finger down my chest.
“You talking about all the doubt, sorrow, and trauma that comes from such a fleeting life?”
Smirking, she allows her finger to trail all the way down to the thickening root of my shaft.“Yes.But hearing you put it that way…”
My brave, beautiful vampire lover.She is my equal in all things.
Her alabaster body is flawless, the warm welcome of her clenching pussy drips with slick moisture as I slide into her.We kiss with hungry eagerness, teasing each other with soft nibbles and bites.
Our lovemaking has gotten rougher since Aila’s metamorphosis.She is greedy to push her unbreakable body to its limit, contorting it into lascivious positions guaranteed to milk me dry with the greatest amount of pleasure.
With me leaning my back against the wall, I grab her ass as her limber legs wrap around my waist.She would never fall—her strength is as fierce as her sexual drive—but I love the way her peachy butt feels in my hands.
Splitting her wide as I thrust into her, I let Aila rise up and down to pump as much of me into her as she can handle.Pulling my neck down, she feasts on my kisses, letting me lick her throat and face so that I can taste her essence.
The moment her eyes shut, I know she’s close to coming.The wetness from her creamy slit drips over my balls, scenting them with her special perfume.
Our fangs slide out, relishing the orgasmic sensation as it crashes over us in waves.
Falling back onto the bed, we laugh with crazed satisfaction, kissing and hugging with zero restraint.
Aila giggles.“We’re going to have to redecorate Ben’s and Amelia’s bedroom after this, you realize?It reeks of fluids.”
Ben and Amelia left us in charge of the farm while they traveled to Winnipeg to get married.Ben was so shocked at being ordered around after Amelia’s “accident”—because he was not officially connected to her—that he insisted on putting a ring on it as soon as Amelia was well enough to make the trip.
Amelia’s memory was shot when she regained consciousness.Ben insisted on keeping her in the hospital for all the tests just to make sure.But she can’t remember anything about that day or night.As for the bloodstain on the rug, we pretended that was where Amelia was originally attacked.
