“I know I’m not the only person Callie likes,” he states, then his face turns red, and he goes back to staring at his feet, stuttering out, “We… were, uh, all in her dream.”
My mind goes to all of the times I’ve fed from her, the way her skin felt under my needy hands, the way her fingers dug into my back, as desperate to touch as to be touched, and the sounds of her moans like a sultry song in my ear. Crossing my legs to hide my growing hard-on, I sidestep the subject by answering, “Callie and I are just friends, and what’s most important is you breaking up with Bree.”
“You’re right. Man, I’m experiencing my first breakup without actually dating first,” he bemoans, falling back onto the bed.
Relieved that I’ve distracted him from the complicated topic of Callie and me, I advise, “The most important thing is to be direct. Don’t over explain and try to somehow make it better for her. It won’t. Clean break.”
“Clean break,” he echoes, his hands braced on his flat stomach. “This is going to suck.”
The statement is punctuated with an increasingly loud chime coming from Felix’s pocket.
“Crap,” he exclaims, standing up and digging into his pocket for his phone. “I have to get home. James’s parents only allowed me to come over for an hour because we’re ‘working on a project.’ I’m technically grounded.”
“Technically?” I ask, also getting to my feet.
“They have been kind of loose with the grounding since I ‘can’t remember what I did.’” He says the last part with finger quotes. “I think James’s mom is hoping that my socializing might help some memories come back.”
“How’s all that going, by the way?” I pat my pockets, checking for my wallet, phone, and keys.
While we walk toward the door, dodging open boxes stacked around the room, he answers with a sigh that sounds like it comes all the way from his toes. “James’s dad has been working on accepting the new James, helping me learn about the family and such. I don’t think James’s mom is ever going to give up on getting her old James back. What also sucks is I have to learn how to play baseball,andI have unofficial community service because of the accident.”
“Unofficial?” I question, leading the way down the hall toward the main staircase.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the guilty expression on Felix’s face as he runs his hand through his hair. “I guess James’s dad is tight with the local police. They didn’t want to risk that I may not get a baseball scholarship into a good school, so they left off the report that James was drinking. In return, I have to help around the office doing a bunch of filing and stuff.”
“At least you’re not going to have to live with James’s mistake.” It’s a half-truth. There are many choices James made throughout his life that Felix will have to live with. I hope the truth of what James and I really were won’t have to be one of them. It could change our entire relationship for the worse.
Unaware of my inner turmoil, because he’s too lost in his own, he mumbles, “Yeah, I get to make new ones on his behalf.” He shakes his head as if he can remove the thoughts along with it. Changing the subject, he announces, “Thanks for the ride, by the way. Thanks to James wrapping his car around a tree, I have no way to get around. Not that I know how to drive anyway. I died before I could get my learner’s permit.”
“Silver lining, I guess,” I say with a bemused smile.
Felix nods. “Silver lining.”
Chapter 5
Nolan
Callie’s pupils are blown wide and surrounded with slivers of silver. Her body quakes below me, still riding the wave of her orgasm.
“Enjoy yourself?” I ask, tracing my fingers down her legs.
She gives me a‘what do you think?’expression, which turns my smile into a grin.
“Oh, love, but we’re not done yet,” I purr, leaning down to kiss her slowly and deeply so she can taste herself on me. I press my forehead against hers, taking the air from her lungs as my own. “I want to be inside you, to feel you hot and wet around my cock as it’s buried deep within you. Do you want that?” I reach down to tease her with the head of my dick. “Tell me what you want, Callie.”
Her eyelids flutter with the sensation, her lips faintly brushing against mine as she whispers, “I want to touch you first. Sit up.”
I press a quick peck to her mouth and do what she asks, sitting up and slouching back against the couch.
She kneels before me, the low lights dancing on her glistening skin. Tentatively, she reaches for my cock, her small hand not quite encompassing my girth.
Heated excitement burns through me as I watch her lick her pink lips, then she leans down with her mouth open wide and…
“Fuck!” I curse, waking up from the vivid dream, horny and confused about why I’m on my bed instead of the black couch downstairs.
My dick hurts, trapped behind the zipper of my jeans, and there’s a growing wet spot on my thigh. A copper taste swirls in my mouth—a sign that I bit myself in my sleep.
It’s been roughly five months since Callie first offered to be my only source of blood. In the beginning, small sips were enough to sustain me for weeks, but recently, the old strain has returned, and it’s far worse. Every feeding has become a test of endurance as I grow hungry for more than blood to sustain me. It’s gotten so bad that these erotic dreams about her are becoming a regular occurrence, waking me up in the middle of the night with memories so potent I can still taste her on my tongue.
