‘How did you find me?’ he asks.
‘Hypnosis. Damian put me under, and I managed to connect with you. It was going well until I thought you werebeing attacked, and I kind of ... bit him.’
Elliott tenses. ‘What?’
I lick my lips. ‘Yeah.’
He pulls back and looks down at me with a serious expression. ‘So why are you givingmeshit whenyouturned Damian?’
I give a nervous chuckle. ‘Er, well, technically, Floss gave him her blood to transition him. But mine was still in his system. Now he seems to have a combination of both our powers: telepathy and speed.’
Elliott huffs. ‘Lucky him! All I’ve got is a supersensitive nose.’
I giggle at that. ‘Really? Surely, you’ve got something else?’
He shrugs. ‘Not so far.’
I rub his arm. ‘It doesn’t matter to me.’
‘You’re not going to ditch me if I turn out to be a pathetic vampire like Charlie?’
Frowning, I shake my head. ‘No, of course not. I want you just the way you are.’ My chest tightens, and my bottom lip quivers, feeling vulnerable.
‘I want you too.’ Elliott tilts my head back and runs his lips down my throat. ‘And a sensitive nose isn’t the worst thing in the world. You smell delicious to me right now.’
He presses me back against the tree, his hard lengthnudging the apex of my thighs. I’m usually the one in control of things, but part of me is liking this new take-charge Elliott.
‘I want you to take my vampire virginity,’ he whispers in my ear.
I smile at that and look around at the forest and its glowing purple trees. ‘Here?’
He nods. ‘Right here. Right now.’
Chapter 33
Elliott | Edinburgh, 1983
Perhaps it’s the noise or the sensation. Whichever it is, it jerks me from my dreamless slumber in the dead of night.
My eyes slit open to find Sadie crouched over my lower half. She’s doing something to one of my thighs. I can feel the rhythmic suction of her lips on my flesh, hear quiet slurping …
What the hell?She’s drinking my blood!
I attempt to haul myself into a sitting position. But I’m so weak I can barely lift my head off the pillow. I curl my right hand into a fist, thinking that with one good blow, I can knock her off me. Yet I falter as I don’t want to hurt her. And what she’s doing isn’t really that bad, is it? She told me she was a vampire. Sheprovedit to me, so she was telling the truth, and she needs to feed. And somehow, I trust that she won’t take more than she needs. All this seems logical, and I lie there obediently until she’s had her fill. In someways, I feel proud, like I’m glad I can be of service to her. Like I’ve found my true calling.
Sadie lifts her head with a sigh and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. ‘Your blood is so yummy, Elliott,’ she murmurs as if to herself. ‘I could drink you for hours.’ I tense at that, and she chuckles softly. ‘But I won’t, of course. I need to keep you alive.’
I relax again, and there’s a touch on my thigh, like she’s rubbing her thumb over the puncture marks she’s made. Strangely, it didn’t hurt when she was drawing blood. It felt kind of ... nice, even a littlearousing. As she said, she’s had 225 years of practice, so she’s an expert at making her victims relax and do her bidding. If I struggled and thrashed around, it would make her job a lot harder.
Not that I’m avictim.I’m helping her out willingly, of course!
Glancing down curiously, now that Sadie has moved back from my thigh, I’m shocked to discover that my boxers are around my ankles. I’m naked from the waist down! Not only that, but my cock is standing proudly to attention. I make a small murmur of protest, and Sadie’s attention flicks to me.
‘Did you say something?’
I open my mouth and attempt to speak, but nothing comes out. She giggles. ‘Oops, I forgot I silenced you.Sorry.’
My voice comes out in a harsh rush. ‘Pull up my boxersnow!’
