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If they bite, God will smite.
Satan’s minions must be returned whence they came.
Only be sure that thou eat not the blood: for the blood is the life; and thou mayest not eat the life with the flesh- Deuteronomy 12:23
I want to roll my eyes and laugh them off, but the fear in my gut is too strong to ignore. This won’t end well. History has proven it again and again.
“Shit,” I whisper.
No wonder Jesse didn’t want to tell me how vampires can actually be killed. These people would use that information in the most devastating of ways. It doesn’t matter that vampires were once humans who, in most cases, probably had no choice in becoming what they are today.
They’re different. Other. And it’s human nature to fear that which we don’t know.
The scene changes again, this time showing another large city where the people aren’t protesting peacefully. They’re rioting in the streets, looting, and setting buildings on fire. The news anchor talks about those business being burned, explaining that many of them are known to readily accept vampires as clients and customers.
“Jesus,” I mouth, no sound passing my lips.
Don’t these people realize vampires have always lived among them? The human population is actually in less danger now that they’ve revealed themselves. The vamps’ desire to be included in society makes them less likely to attack a human. Before the big reveal, any deaths would be attributed to animal attacks, but now? Now, we all know the truth.
And isn’t knowing better than being oblivious?
Besides, these people have obviously never been bitten by a vampire, because if they had…
I squeeze my thighs together at the thought as a pulse starts to pound in my core. Just thinking of Jesse’s bite makes me wet and needy.
Grabbing the remote, I change the channel to an old sitcom rerun and lean back against the couch cushions, willing my libido to calm down. Flashes of that scene in the elevator yesterday roll through my mind, making the task impossible.
Jesse, pinning me against the wall and demanding I tell him what he is to me. My body screaming for release at his nearness. My mouth, uttering the word boyfriend. The orgasm that exploded through me the second I said it.
Fuck. I’m panting now, so I clear my mind and force myself to inhale deeply and hold it for a few moments. I release the breath slowly, and my body starts to calm.
I don’t know why I feel the need to deny myself. All I’d have to do is whisper Jesse’s name, and if he’s home, he’d be here in a flash to relieve the pressure inside me.
I think it’s because I don’t want him to assume I only want sex from this relationship. I mean, it is a big part of it––the sex is fucking Earth-shattering––but it’s not everything. I actually like him. I want to go out with him, do fun things, and make him a real part of my life.
I sit up quickly, my need forgotten for the moment. Jesse and I established a concrete relationship status yesterday, but we haven’t actually gone out on a date.
“Jesse.”
I say the word aloud, and a few seconds later, there’s a knock on my door. My face heats a bit, realizing he might’ve heard my heavy breathing earlier. Hopefully the T.V. helped to drown it out. Pushing myself up, I head to the door on light feet and swing it open.
Jesse leans against the doorjamb, looking far too sexy for my peace of mind. I shift my weight and clear my throat.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” he parrots back with a smirk. “You called?”
“Not for what you think,” I say with an eye roll, then grab his wrist and pull him inside.
The moment I get the door closed behind us, I find myself backed up against it, Jesse’s body pinning me to the wood as his mouth devours mine. My thoughts fly out of my head as I grip his hair, tugging at the silky strands to bring him closer. His hands find my ass, lifting me until my legs can wrap around his waist.
The hard length of his cock presses against me, and I rub myself all over it, silently cursing the clothes between us. As if he heard my thoughts, Jesse’s cool fingers slide beneath my shorts and underwear. He groans into my mouth at finding me so wet and ready, a long digit sliding inside me to brush against that most sensitive spot.
He breaks off our kiss and moves his lips to my neck, kissing and nibbling as he speaks in hushed tones.
“I could smell your need the moment you opened the door, Eden. There’s no need to pretend with me. I’m always here for you. There’s nothing I love more than to hear you shout in ecstasy. To feel you fall apart in my arms.”
I shout his name as my orgasm explodes through me. My core clenches around his finger as it continues to pump into me, milking every ounce of pleasure out of my body.
