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So I bit down, hard.
His back arched as his hands clenched the pillow.
I clung to him as his hips rose from the bed to beat in time with my growing needs.
The pressure of an orgasm built but I could see in his face he still wanted more. I
stretched out along his body and offered him what he wanted.
My neck.
A cry, seeming more creature than man, escaped him as he rolled us, pulled my head
back and sank his fangs into me. No mind fog to distract me this time, so the sharp pain
mingled with the climax. His cool lips pressed against my flesh as some of my warmth
spilled into him. He continued to thrust as he fed until he brought both of us to
completion.
Strong and all encompassing, Rurik s arms were the perfect resting place. I could
have stayed there forever. He traced the bite mark I d left around his aureole and
chuckled.
Nice.
You re welcome.
He kissed the top of my head. It s very promising. We ve much to explore.
A loud crash from the downstairs interrupted my response. It sounded like the front
door being battered down. I tumbled from his arms as Rurik opened the bedroom door
before I even knew he d moved.
I followed at my slower mortal speed.
He turned to me. I love you. His lips pressed to mine in a quick impassioned kiss.
Forgive me.
What A sharp pain across my jaw caught me by surprise then everything went
black.
* * * * *
Chapter Twenty-Two
A coffin held me captive, bent in a fetal position and shoved inside its confines. The
muscle in my back knotted strong enough to wake me up. Darkness blinded and confused
me. My head bumped against the lid as I flashed back to waking at Lizzy s place. I could
almost hear her shuffle her tarot cards.
My heart raced and my head felt split in two. Short of breath and a little shaky I
pushed the top open and crawled out. I sat on the floor in Rurik s bedroom beside his
now partially empty trunk, not a freaking coffin. His stuff lay scattered in the middle of
the room, as if thrown there, but blended in well with all the other junk he left lying
around.
Worse than anything else, my jaw ached. He must have cold cocked me and stuffed
me in the trunk. Why? I hoped this wasn t a kinky game. His excuse had better be good
because I might change my mind and stake him myself.
The bedroom door hung at an angle as if kicked in. Maybe this wasn t a game after
all. What happened while I lay unconscious? The room didn t have a window so I
couldn t tell the time of day.
I scrambled into my pants and shirt that lay abandoned on the floor then peeked
around the door. The house sat in silence and early afternoon sunlight streamed through a
hallway window. I needed to control the urge to call out for Rurik. Nothing would have
made me happier than for someone to stroll up the hall or the sound of Marie clanking
pans in the kitchen.
I tiptoed down the curved staircase, my heart in my throat, and saw the front door
stood open with the frame splintered. Dust filled the air with a musty smell. Stillness
made it eerie. I waited for something to jump out and scare the crap out of me.
A breeze from the open door stirred little piles of dust gathered here and there.
Where did it all come from? I knelt and pinched a bit between my fingers. It felt greasy.
This was an attack. Rurik must have heard something then K.O. d me and hid me in
the trunk. Damn, where could Red be? He should have been here to help.
There were no bodies. My heart dropped from my throat to the pit of my stomach.
What happened to Rurik? I glanced at the greasy dust I squished in my hand and gagged.
Not dust, ashes. Specifically vampire ash. I brushed the stuff off my hand and retreated
from it. How many vampires made this much ash? One, five? Was Rurik mixed in?
Tears burned behind my eyes. Could he be gone? His last words to me were of love.
I continued to retreat, not wanting to step on any piles, and tripped over someone s foot.
I landed next to Marie. Face to face with her dead stare. My breath caught in my
chest. Something had torn out her throat yet barely a drop of blood pooled from her
wound. This kind of thing happened to evil people, not sweet motherly women. I crab
walked from her body, trying to run from reality. I didn t want to see this. A horror movie
come to life. My back hit the wall. The impact startled me enough to scream. The ear
rupturing noise echoed through the empty house. I couldn t stop, not with Marie s lifeless
eyes staring at me.
I d seen a dead person before. The image of my late husband, Laurent, in his hospital
bed was still vivid in my memory but this violent death shattered me. My whole body
went numb, I couldn t feel anything below my neck. Kind Marie deserved better than
this. She d been sympathetic when Rurik frightened me from his room and genuinely
happy upon my return.
That should have been me. Rurik, my lover, protected me, but were those his ashes
on my feet? My screams grew hoarse until it was only a whisper. It was hard to
concentrate. His last words to me, forgive me, I love you, whirled around my head. I tried
to breathe and find a way out of this nightmare.
He was gone.
My happily ever after ... over before it started. He was supposed to live forever. I
shouldn t have to go through this again.
I curled up, my eyes never leaving the crime that had occurred. As I lay there, I had a
feeling that more time passed than I realized. Fine ash particles drifted through the bright
sunlight, floating as if they tried to reach heaven. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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So I bit down, hard.
His back arched as his hands clenched the pillow.
I clung to him as his hips rose from the bed to beat in time with my growing needs.
The pressure of an orgasm built but I could see in his face he still wanted more. I
stretched out along his body and offered him what he wanted.
My neck.
A cry, seeming more creature than man, escaped him as he rolled us, pulled my head
back and sank his fangs into me. No mind fog to distract me this time, so the sharp pain
mingled with the climax. His cool lips pressed against my flesh as some of my warmth
spilled into him. He continued to thrust as he fed until he brought both of us to
completion.
Strong and all encompassing, Rurik s arms were the perfect resting place. I could
have stayed there forever. He traced the bite mark I d left around his aureole and
chuckled.
Nice.
You re welcome.
He kissed the top of my head. It s very promising. We ve much to explore.
A loud crash from the downstairs interrupted my response. It sounded like the front
door being battered down. I tumbled from his arms as Rurik opened the bedroom door
before I even knew he d moved.
I followed at my slower mortal speed.
He turned to me. I love you. His lips pressed to mine in a quick impassioned kiss.
Forgive me.
What A sharp pain across my jaw caught me by surprise then everything went
black.
* * * * *
Chapter Twenty-Two
A coffin held me captive, bent in a fetal position and shoved inside its confines. The
muscle in my back knotted strong enough to wake me up. Darkness blinded and confused
me. My head bumped against the lid as I flashed back to waking at Lizzy s place. I could
almost hear her shuffle her tarot cards.
My heart raced and my head felt split in two. Short of breath and a little shaky I
pushed the top open and crawled out. I sat on the floor in Rurik s bedroom beside his
now partially empty trunk, not a freaking coffin. His stuff lay scattered in the middle of
the room, as if thrown there, but blended in well with all the other junk he left lying
around.
Worse than anything else, my jaw ached. He must have cold cocked me and stuffed
me in the trunk. Why? I hoped this wasn t a kinky game. His excuse had better be good
because I might change my mind and stake him myself.
The bedroom door hung at an angle as if kicked in. Maybe this wasn t a game after
all. What happened while I lay unconscious? The room didn t have a window so I
couldn t tell the time of day.
I scrambled into my pants and shirt that lay abandoned on the floor then peeked
around the door. The house sat in silence and early afternoon sunlight streamed through a
hallway window. I needed to control the urge to call out for Rurik. Nothing would have
made me happier than for someone to stroll up the hall or the sound of Marie clanking
pans in the kitchen.
I tiptoed down the curved staircase, my heart in my throat, and saw the front door
stood open with the frame splintered. Dust filled the air with a musty smell. Stillness
made it eerie. I waited for something to jump out and scare the crap out of me.
A breeze from the open door stirred little piles of dust gathered here and there.
Where did it all come from? I knelt and pinched a bit between my fingers. It felt greasy.
This was an attack. Rurik must have heard something then K.O. d me and hid me in
the trunk. Damn, where could Red be? He should have been here to help.
There were no bodies. My heart dropped from my throat to the pit of my stomach.
What happened to Rurik? I glanced at the greasy dust I squished in my hand and gagged.
Not dust, ashes. Specifically vampire ash. I brushed the stuff off my hand and retreated
from it. How many vampires made this much ash? One, five? Was Rurik mixed in?
Tears burned behind my eyes. Could he be gone? His last words to me were of love.
I continued to retreat, not wanting to step on any piles, and tripped over someone s foot.
I landed next to Marie. Face to face with her dead stare. My breath caught in my
chest. Something had torn out her throat yet barely a drop of blood pooled from her
wound. This kind of thing happened to evil people, not sweet motherly women. I crab
walked from her body, trying to run from reality. I didn t want to see this. A horror movie
come to life. My back hit the wall. The impact startled me enough to scream. The ear
rupturing noise echoed through the empty house. I couldn t stop, not with Marie s lifeless
eyes staring at me.
I d seen a dead person before. The image of my late husband, Laurent, in his hospital
bed was still vivid in my memory but this violent death shattered me. My whole body
went numb, I couldn t feel anything below my neck. Kind Marie deserved better than
this. She d been sympathetic when Rurik frightened me from his room and genuinely
happy upon my return.
That should have been me. Rurik, my lover, protected me, but were those his ashes
on my feet? My screams grew hoarse until it was only a whisper. It was hard to
concentrate. His last words to me, forgive me, I love you, whirled around my head. I tried
to breathe and find a way out of this nightmare.
He was gone.
My happily ever after ... over before it started. He was supposed to live forever. I
shouldn t have to go through this again.
I curled up, my eyes never leaving the crime that had occurred. As I lay there, I had a
feeling that more time passed than I realized. Fine ash particles drifted through the bright
sunlight, floating as if they tried to reach heaven. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]