“If you want me to come, you better bite me,” she says.
I laugh, turning her around so that I’m taking her missionary style. I shove myself back into her as her legs fall open as I move her hair to the side, exposing her neck. My teeth sink into her, and she shakes beneath me as the pleasure fills her senses. With each pull of my mouth and thrust of my cock, she screams out in pure pleasure. I empty myself inside of her as she comes around me, her tight pussy gripping me so good that I never want to stop.
When I finally roll off of her, I get a chance to look down at her. She’s sticky and sweaty, covered in cum, dirt, and blood. A fucking beautiful sight.
We lay all together under the blanket of stars after putting our clothes back on.
Exhaustion claws at me, and that wound I received from the werewolf burns. I’ve been ignoring the sting, but all the moving around exacerbated the pain. Maybe I should have gotten more rest, but not seeing Lydia tonight wasn’t an option I was going to take. It’s worth it to have had this time with her even if I’m paying for it now.
Sleep claims me, but the last thought I have before passing out is how hard I’ve fallen for this girl. I just hope she decides to stay.
Chapter 22
Hendricks
“Tell me about who you were before you became a vampire,” Lydia asks. We’re laying down in a heap of limbs and dirt. Her fingers are threaded through mine as the moon sits high above us in the sky. It’s almost a full moon, but not quite.
“I don’t remember much,” I say honestly, “But from what I can remember, my life wasn’t very good. Maverick and Talon found me in a bar in Chicago and chose to turn me that night.”
“And when was that?”
I blow out a breath. “Must have been in the twenties.”
“2020?”
“No. 1920.”
“Oh, wow.” She takes a moment to process that information. “So, you would have been around for all that Al Capone, gangsters of Chicago stuff that was happening around then.”
I nod my head and bring the back of her hand to my mouth planting a soft kiss on her skin. “That’s right.”
“What was that like?”
I sigh, “My memories of it are fuzzy, but I think whatever I was doing before was depressing. I remember being sad a lot.Drinking to feel numb. I think I was running from something, and I ran right into a new life. A new form. I do remember seeing Al Capone once though. He was eating at a restaurant I was in before it got peppered with a bunch of bullets in a drive-by.”
“You’re old as fuck,” she says with a laugh.
“Maverick over there is even older. He was the first vampire that Talon ever turned.”
“You’ve mentioned Talon a few times. Who is he?”
“He owns Nightmare Acres. He’s fucking ancient. He wanted to create a place where monsters like us could exist without scrutiny or persecution. Humans don’t tend to react well to finding out paranormal beings are real. They go after us and try to eradicate us from existence.”
“But you do kill people?”
“Only the bad ones.”
“How do you know they’re bad.”
“We can see their souls. Their past. Their intentions. Like that Australian couple that was in your cabin.”
She sits up and turns to look at me. “Holy shit! You killed them?”
I sit up and nod, pulling a few leaves out of her hair. “Those people? Were human trafficking children. The things that I saw in their minds would have turned the strongest stomachs into jelly. If you ask me, they’re the true monsters. People who parade about, acting as if they’re good, upstanding citizens. They put on a good show and most people that surround them are none the wiser that something sinister and evil is lurking just beneath the surface. They get publicly praised for donating or acting like they’re religious. All the while, they’re hiding their true selves from the light. But us vampires thrive in the shadows and dark. We can see through their carefully crafted lies and find what it is they’re trying to hide from the world. And then we make them pay for what they’ve done.”
She nibbles on her bottom lip, mulling over my words.
“I guess, if you have to kill people, those would be the ones that should go. I just… I knew something must have happened to them and then I forgot about them.”
