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Jesse’s arm shoots out in a blur of motion, and a heartbeat later, he’s on his back with me on top of him. My knees settle at his sides as his arms curl around me, flattening me to his chest with my face tucked into the crook of his neck.
I realize I’m still naked from the waist down, but Jesse must’ve pulled his shorts back on after bringing me to bed while I slept. The thin layer of material does little to hide the hard ridge of his cock, and I have to force myself not to rock against it as heat unfurls inside me.
“Is this okay?” he asks, his cool hands rubbing up and down my back beneath my shirt.
“Yes, of course,” I reply, breathing in his now-familiar spicy scent.
“You’re all stiff,” he says, his fingers digging in to massage my muscles in the most delicious way.
So are you, I think, then clear my throat.
“Are vampires the only paranormal creatures that exist?” I ask, latching onto the first subject that pops into my mind to distract myself from how turned on I suddenly am.
“You sure you want to know?” he asks, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
“Definitely.”
“No, we’re not.”
I lift my head to look down at him with wide eyes, my state of arousal forgotten, for real this time.
“Seriously?”
He nods, saying, “Seriously.”
“What else is out there?” I ask, my voice dropping to a whisper.
“Well, the witches existed first.”
“Witches?”
Shock races through me, though I don’t know why. If vampires existed all this time with humans completely in the dark, it stands to reason there’s be others.
Pushing my head back down to his shoulder, he resumes rubbing my back as he speaks in low tones.
“Two thousand years ago, witches ruled every major kingdom in the world. They used magic to make their lands and people prosperous, to keep the soil fertile for crops, keep their livestock healthy, and fill their coffers with gold and precious gems. The world was peaceful and harmonious until one coven got greedy, deciding that the humans under their care were lesser beings and deserved to be treated like cattle. The coven began taxing them heavily while giving them less shares of the food and supplies. In essence, the humans became indentured servants, slowly starving while the coven’s wealth grew exponentially with every year that passed.”
“That’s awful,” I whisper when he pauses for a moment.
“Eventually, the humans rose up against the coven,” he goes on, his tone growing darker. “They attacked the stronghold, and the witches were severely outnumbered. So, they did the unthinkable, and cast a spell, cursing the entire population. We don’t know what the intention was behind the curse, only that something went wrong, and the first vampires were created. When they woke up from the change, they were stronger, faster…deadlier, and the entire coven was decimated within minutes.”
“Shit,” I breathe, completely wrapped up in his story.
“But they weren’t satisfied,” he goes on. “They were confused and angry––justifiably so––and decided to find and destroy every witch on the planet. The witches went into hiding, using their magic to blend in with the humans. But they couldn’t really hide from the vampires. Not for long. They could sense the magic, smell its sickly-sweet scent, and they systematically found and destroyed the witches one-by-one while learning to survive in their new forms and figuring out how to add to their ranks.”
“What did the witches do?” I ask, sensing there’s more to the story. “You said witches exist, so some of them must’ve survived.”
“They created werewolves to protect themselves.”
My head pops up again, and I stare down at him with wide eyes. “Werewolves?”
“A werewolf’s bite is lethal to a vampire. Their saliva is a poison our bodies cannot combat, so there is no healing. Just a long, agonizing death.”
I have a bazillion more questions, but I can sense Jesse doesn’t like talking about this. He already refused to tell me the other ways a vampire can die so the information won’t accidentally fall into the wrong hands. It’s a testament to his burgeoning trust in me that he’s told me even this much.
I decide to foster that trust by moving on and not pressuring him to talk about something that is obviously so painful.
“What about faeries? Are they real?” I ask, dropping my head back to his shoulder.
