Page 13 of My Bloody Valentine

The only logical response is not logical at all. Vampires don’t exist. They just don’t.

“Are you sure about that?” Rory answers my silent question out loud.

Frantic, I stick my finger in my mouth, running the tip along my teeth. Horrified, I prick myself on a fang. Oh. Oh God. Oh God, I’m a vampire.

He leans down, running his nose along the column of my neck. “God has nothing to do with it.”

Turning, I look up into his eyes, fear and desperation clawing at me. “This is a dream, right? I- I just got really drunk, and this is a dream?”

“Do you actually want it to be a dream?” he murmurs, running his fingers through my hair.

After a moment, he clenches, yanking my head back. Pain zips from my skull down my spine, settling low in my gut. His rough touch arouses me, forcing pleasure to burst out from the pain.

“No,” I finally admit. “Not if it feels this good to be damned.”

“That’s my good girl,” he whispers against my lips before drowning me in a kiss.

As good as it feels to have him do this, to pry my mouth open and claim me with his tongue, there’s still a pain that slithers through my veins, refusing to let go.

“Please,” I whimper. “It hurts.”

“Shhhhh. I know it does. It’s going to hurt until you’ve had your first meal.”

Blood. He doesn’t even have to say it. My body knows and my body craves. However, the very human part that still clambers for control detests the idea. I can’t drink from someone, possibly kill them. It’s just not me.

“It could be if it were the right person.” With that, Rory turns me around and clicks on the light.

There, bound to separate chairs are Grant and Jessica. The stench of their fear permeated the room. Instead of disgusting me, I find it tantalizing, alluring.

“You can’t tell me the idea of exacting your revenge doesn’t make your pussy spasm and your stomach cramp with need.” I can’t tell him that. It would be a lie, and he would know it. “Come, let’s give them a show before dinner.”

With a strong push of his hand, he shoves me down to the floor, holding me still as he unbuckles his belt. He doesn’t even get them off all the way before the tip of his cock prods my entrance.

Moaning, I sink down onto my forearms, lifting my ass high in the air. “That’s it,” he croons, smacking my ass.

The sound reverberates through the room, sending a flood of arousal through my system. Everything feels so much more. For the first time, I truly feel alive.

Even though my stomach cramps, desperate for the blood I smell pumping through their veins, I want Rory even more. I want him to make me feel, to show me what it’s like to be owned by a vampire.

With one hard surge, he impales me. Somehow his cock feels even larger. It’s not possible, and yet, I feel myself coming apart at the seams.

I want so desperately to come. I need to come. My body demands release.

Pistoning in and out, Rory fucks me harder than he did was I was a human. That, in and of itself, is a perk for being one of the undead. Whimpers claw at my throat as my fingers scrabble against the floor.

I glance up, locking eyes with Grant. Lust and fear war in his gaze, and it’s then I realize he’s naked. They both are. I was so overcome with seeing them again that it didn’t even register that they had no clothes on.

But there’s Grant, just sitting there. His dick is hard, rock solid. Precum pearls at his tip as I get railed from behind. To my knowledge, he never showed this level of desire for me before, and it enrages me to watch him getting off as I finally get the pleasure I deserve.

“Don’t worry, my little pet,” Rory growls out. “You will have your revenge, but not before you come for me. Show this asshole what it’s like to actually see you in the throes of pleasure.”

Reaching beneath, Rory strums my clit, making my insides clench in a far different manner. He’s not holding back as he slams into me. Once more, I capture Grant’s gaze as an orgasm explodes through me.

Feverish cries pour from my lips as Rory comes. This time, it’s not as cold as I remembered. Probably because I’m dead now, just like him.

Not dead, my love, he whispers into my mind. Something far greater, an eternal being. Now, let’s get you fed.

He doesn’t have to ask me twice. Rising to my feet, I smile as my Master’s cum slides down my inner thigh. Grant watches in fascination, and it makes me want to puke. Again, the need to feed slams into me until I nearly stumble.