Page 9 of Dating is for Suckers

Hysteria trips along my brain, forcing out a harsh chuckle. “Don’t you mean can I die with that? If you are actually vampires, don’t you have to kill me to turn me?”

Joe shakes his head and pulls me into him, wrapping his arms about my body, holding me close. “Let’s not talk about the logistics. Do we have a deal?”

I lay in his embrace, eyes closed as I suss through my feelings on the matter. It’s not like I have all that much to live for. And that’s not in a self-deprecating sort of way. I don’t long for death. I’m quite content with my life. I have a great friend, a nice apartment, a decent job, but is all that enough?

Joe still managed to see me several times a week despite being a vampire. Shouldn’t that mean I can still see Stacy?

Once you get your bloodlust under control, you certainly can.

Will it always be like that? Where you don’t allow me a moment’s peace in my own brain?

His arms tighten even more. Worse, I’m afraid. My blood ties you to me, but if you decide not to have me turn you, that bond will weaken and fade until I’m no longer there. Once I’m your maker, I will have unfettered access to everything. Your mind, your soul. Nothing will be hidden from me.

I guess I won’t be able to fake it anymore.

His dark chuckle sweeps through my mind, sending a stab of need through me. Never again.

That’s what I have to decide. Do I want someone to actually see me? Truly know everything about me? How many times did I wish for something similar? Only now that it’s happening, it’s both erotic and invasive.

Will Rory be tied to me too? I don’t know him. Not like you.

That will never happen. I am the only one that has permission to turn you. He will never occupy your soul like I will. He may enjoy your body, but only that.

A sigh of relief flutters through me as I pull back from Joe. It’s not that I don’t like Rory; this is just so intimate. I would rather get a chance to know him better before allowing him in.

“I can still say no?”

“Up until the point where I turn you. Yes.”

“Then let’s get this over with.”

Joe chuckles before sliding his thumb over my bottom lip. “You make it sound like such a hardship. Truly, would two men seeing to your ultimate pleasure really be so bad?” He motions for Rory. “Get her on the cross while I get some supplies.”

Without waiting for my response, Joe takes off, moving with an ethereal grace that I’ve never seen before. Or is it that I just didn’t notice? Shivers race through me as Rory guides me to the padded X and goes about securing my wrists and ankles. I should be frightened, but perhaps Joe’s blood was the bolster I needed to push past my overthinking and self-doubt and allow myself the pleasure I deserve?

CHAPTER 6

Joe

Fucking Rory. Why couldn’t it have been me that discovered her on the app? Knowing Lissa, she would have made herself very obvious. Then, I could have her alone and not have to deal with him wanting to stake his claim as well.

I can’t let him win. I can’t allow him to have any part of her. He may have the strong desire to possess her, but I don’t give a fuck. Lissa is mine. She’s been mine since the day I first saw her, and nothing will change that. Though I don’t want to deny her the pleasure of both of us working her over, I also don’t want her to desire him as much or more so than she does me.

A small kernel of satisfaction bloomed in my heart when she confided not wanting him to help turn her. It gives me hope that she’ll be satisfied with just me. I know what he and I decided, but feeling those tendrils of her sweet submission unfurling in her body, I can’t help but want all of that to myself.

Then there’s the matter of the woman I brought down here originally. Once the younger vampire took her from me, I’m sure another one, desperate for more playtime, took care of her. I’ve never been that careless with a human before.

Normally, I see things through to the end, making sure they were well cared for after what I put their body through. There’s just something about Lissa that I can’t get out of my system. I would kill for her, and if it came down to it, I would die for her.

I knew she was holding back from me, but I never imagined it was something like this. So many wasted months. I know I gave her the choice of being able to walk away after tonight, but deep down, I don’t think I have the strength to let her go. I never want to turn someone against their will, to force them into this dark life, but can I actually resist when it comes to Lissa?

Just her name is like a mantra in my head, a shaft of light that warms me from the inside out. Will that light still be the same after she’s a monster like me? There are so many things to consider, so many factors that come into play, but at the end of the day, all I know is, I would rather be put to sleep, to wither away to nothing, than to be without her.

Taking a deep breath, I get a series of butt plugs, some implements, lube, and some nipple clamps. This should be enough to give her a taste of this dark world. I can’t wait to see the painful bliss as it explodes over her body. Just the thought makes my cock throb and ache.

Rory stands in front of Lissa, his hands gripping the wood of the cross. I appreciate the fact that he’s willing to wait and not touch her without my say-so, but it doesn’t change the fact that after tonight, he will never touch her again. I just can’t let that happen. I never thought of myself as possessive, really. Not until now. Not until the fact that I could make her like me became more of a reality and less of a pipe dream.

Ignoring the stark look of hunger and need on his face, I instead concentrate on Lissa. Her body shimmers in the dim light as shivers rack her body. Dipping inside her mind, I’m pleased to find that it’s not all fear. There’s a part of her that’s thrilled at the idea of being chained up, helpless. Now, anything that happens to her is not her fault. It’s put her in the perfect mind frame to allow us complete access to her body without any internal repercussions.