“I-I belong to you. My pussy is yours. My life is yours. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again. I promise. I love you.”
Julian thrusts inside of me so hard my words get stuck in my throat. I try to tell him I love him again but I can’t. It feels too good. Julian doesn’t take his time with me. He fucks me properly with a punishing pace that I know is meant to do exactly that. I don’t even try to move with him. I let him hold me up, pliant in his arms while he fucks me the way he wants. The steady slap of him against my ass mingles with our moans and the sound of the sea. His hands bruise my skin and I welcome the ache. I relish the thought of having his fingerprints on me to see the next day.
He leans close and kisses me. I feel his fangs against my lip. They cut me. Blood fills my mouth and Julian licks it away.
“I love you, Maris.”
“Julian.”
My body spasms and Julian holds me up through it with an arm across my chest and a hand on my hip. He fucks me while I cum and spasm on his dick. Julian jerks and moans in my earwhen he comes, he grinds his hips against my ass and holds me tight while he fills my pussy up.
I reach a hand back to card through his hair. My heart is still racing. I tug on his head and bring him down to my mouth. “I love you,” I tell him again and kiss him.
Fifty
JULIAN
Ihave never been more angry with a woman than I was with Maris when I sucked the drugs out of her system. I’d also never been more fucking worked up by a woman either. I was right that it was a roofie they’d slipped her. The second I started to filter it out of her blood, I felt it. The dose was high, so high that I’d almost taken too much blood from her trying to get the drugs out of her.
I look over at Maris. We’re walking up the sidewalk to her house. She’d been just as surprised to see the way downtown was alive.
“It wasn’t like this earlier when I came down here. It’s like everyone has lost their minds. What the fuck are they doing?” she asked, pointing to a group that was setting off fireworks in the middle of town while the deputies tried to get them to stop. Down the street we saw a couple streaking.
“Something isn’t right,” Maris said.
She was right. The town felt drunk. Like it was trapped in a frenzied dance that only exhaustion could cure.
“They’re being turned.” We both stop when we hear gunfire and I put my hand to her back, urging her forward. “I want to get you inside. They’ll start spilling into the neighborhoods soon.”
“Turned into what?” Maris asks. She looks so young in the moonlight. Her dark and lovely eyes shine bright, the fall of her hair reminds me of the sea, fathomless and beautiful.
“Vampires,” I tell her. “They’re acting like that because the blood lust is setting in. They’re not worried about being careful. It’s easy not to care when you have that kind of high in your blood.” It’s true. I still remember the way I felt the night Rosanna turned me and I accepted there was no death. Only this new afterlife with her.
Everything had been electric and new. I’d felt like a god. Untouchable. All fledglings feel that way. If their maker abandons them, most don’t make it to the next sunrise. The truth is, newly turned vampires are weak. It varies depending on their maker. The older their maker, the more skilled and adept at mastering their abilities, the stronger their offspring are.
Rosanna was a decent enough maker. She wasn’t the strongest but she wasn’t the weakest either, and what she lacked in brute strength she made up for with her wits. She’d kept me more than safe in those early years.
The vampires in Vesper Point though? They’re low quality stock. Easy pickings for vampire hunters and any other demon keen on a fight. Even if most of the town turns, they’ll probably end up killing themselves by accident because they feel invincible. They’ll climb something too high, leap from a building they shouldn’t, try and swim against a current they can’t manage. Even if they’re immortal, their humanity will linger, cling to them in the worst way and make them reckless.
I bet the police department manages to pick most of them off by morning if the deputies put their mind to it.
“W-who would do that?” Maris asks. She looks like she wants to go back down the street but I don’t let her.
I haul her up in my arms and stop her. “What did I tell you about your safety?” She blushes and looks away but I don’t let her. I give her a shake. “Who does your life belong to?”
Maris crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. “You.”
“Don’t forget it.”
She jerks away from me when I let her go. “Just because I said I’m sorry and you said-”
“I said I love you,” I cut in, “and it’s because I love you that I’m unwilling to let you risk yourself. If you have people in town that you care for, call them now and tell them to stay indoors. We’ll sort this mess out by the morning.”
I only half mean what I’m saying. I intend to have my wife and I halfway to Seattle by morning. I’m going to make her pack a bag when we get to her house. I pull out my phone and find two tickets to Italy. She’ll love Italy. I’ll show her France later. In the springtime, when it’s best.
Maris makes a few calls. From what I can tell it’s the newspaper staff. She argues with them about the next issue. She’s going over the finer points about the line between journalism and tabloid conspiracy theories when I buy two first class tickets to Rome and text Aubrey that I’m going to be changing the duration of my stay in Vesper Point.
Leaving tomorrow and will be flying out of Seattle with a guest. Inform the hospital I’ve resigned.
