Thunder. Lightning. The assault of the rain, the booms of the churning ocean smashing into the shore. They all made my chest constrict and my survival instincts rage.
This vamp wouldn’t get the better of me.
“How could you do this?” he asked, the tips of his hair brushing my face.
Really? “Fuck you!” Rainwater filled my mouth, forcing me to spit it out. “How dare you say this to me?”
He pressed his nose to mine. “I dare, elf. You’re nothing but a monster.”
I laughed. Him calling me a monster? Ha! Pull the other one!
His hot breath tickled my lips, and my dick responded with a happy pulse.
Shit!
“Get off me,” I said, struggling again.
“Not until I decide what to do with you.”
I should’ve felt something more than anger and rising desire. Where had the fear gone? My heartbeat raced, sure, but not because of abject terror, but because of anticipation.
Clearly, I’d hit my head too hard earlier.
“All this time, you knew,” he added. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
Did we have to do this in this position? “I forgot.”
That only made things worse. He tightened his grip, pushing more of his weight on me, which my penis enjoyed, really firming up now.
“You forgot?” he whispered, his tone richly dark.
Thunder. Lightning. Too much rain.
“Remember who we are,” I countered, spitting out more rainwater. “Who wewere.”
He growled again, his fury a hot wave. “I can’t be around you.”
“Then fuck off.”
Thunder. Lightning. His weight too much, making me too hard.
He stayed where he was, his nose still touching mine, his silky hair a tickle against my skin.
Thunder. Lightning. His arse grinding into my crotch.
“Are you fucking off yet?” I asked, as tightly wound as a coiled spring.
Make that a hundred coiled springs.
He didn’t answer, his scarlet gaze boring into me. I couldn’t look away, pining for the glimpses of his face the lightning gave me.
What to do here? Headbutt him and run? He’d catch me, and the sounds of the ocean were really making me question my sanity for wanting to take a dive into it.
Worst idea ever.
But I had to do something. We couldn’t trap ourselves in this soggy hillside stalemate all night.
Unless I did exactly that, dragging it out until sunrise. Then bye-bye vampire king if he failed to notice the ball of light rise too late.
