“Ugh, Tiffenie. What am I going to do with you?”
“I don’t know, you’ve had a few good ideas in the past.”
He moved closer. “You are still mine, Tiffenie. Do you remember?” “I am nobody’s, Vlad.” His possessiveness was a wet blanket on the nostalgia. I had been living in the cracks, not a vampire or a human, belonging nowhere. For all his help, Vlad was in charge of all the rules that kept me in hiding. This was not a Taylor Swift, “I’m the problem, it’s me” situation.Hewas the problem. I snarled in his general direction. “I think I’m done with you and your interference. It’s time for you to go back to Provo.”
Cat mewled and jumped off my lap as Vlad closed the distance between us. Inches away from me, he said, “Make me.”
The desire inside me boiled over, angry, hot, and desperate. With him so close, my senses spun out of control, a weathervane in the face of an approaching tornado. My anger and my passion intermingled, leaving me with nothing but a raging sense of need.
A minute ago, I wanted to yell at him to get out of the house for…why was that, again? Now I just wanted Vlad.
What was the matter with me?
Lust, plain and simple, my long-dead ovaries doing the talking for me.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He pulled me into his lap with a low, throaty “Mmmm.”
I heard footsteps on the stairs and Heaven’s voice: “Damn. I’ll just, ugh…damn you two.” Her footsteps retreated upstairs.
He growled into my neck, nuzzling it suggestively, and then trailed his teeth slowly across my jugular. He sucked in air slowly like he wanted to sink his teeth in, to taste me. I arched my back and he ripped my sweater in two. “I’ll get you a new one,” he whispered into my neck.
He sucked in hard and palmed my breasts through the lacy fabric of my bra, sending tingles everywhere.
“Bite me,” I said, desperate for his tongue, his teeth.
“Are you sure?”
“Please.”
I leaned back, completely at his mercy. After years of struggling with daily life, the surrender was even more delicious. He sunk his fangs into my neck, and for the moment I became his completely, all of my worries gone. I was on another plane, floating away from Vermont, where I didn’t really belong and never did anything quite right.Take me away, Vlad.My blood trickled from the wound, arcing over the curve of my breast and plunging between the mounds. Vlad dipped his finger in the blood and drew the shape of a heart on the pale skin above my heart that would never beat again.
“Have you gone soft?” I asked, spread out before him in front of a fire while he drew blood hearts on my skin.
“I love you, Tiffenie.”
“Don’t say that.”
“I will say what I want,” he said.
My swollen flesh cried out for his touch, and my undead heart sputtered to life like a car in the depths of winter.
He turned his attention to my tender peaks and sucked, drawing blood from a breast that would never again give milk. He followed the trail of red to my core and tasted all of me with his tongue like he hadbeen starving for nothing else.
“I’m still kicking you out,” I said, in between spasms of pleasure.
“Let’s make the most of this, then.”
“Let me see that perfect cock.” I licked my lips. “It’s been a while.”
I unzipped his pants to find my favorite toy. “I’ve missed you,” I whispered. “So hard already. You are such a good boy.”
To clarify, I looked up at Vlad. “Not you. Don’t get things mixed up.”
“Stop monologuing and put it in your mouth. Please.” His cock throbbed in my hands. I licked him gently because I wasn’t as bloodthirsty as him, and he moaned softly. “Tiffenie.” He said my name in the way it was meant to be said.
Vlad slid into me, filling me, making me feel whole in a way that I craved and that sort of pissed me off. I didn’t want to feel like this, to be empty without him, but I couldn’t deny it. We were like two parts of a puzzle meant to be together, created for each other. It isn’t very feminist, and I would never tell him that because it would go to his head.
