Page 58 of Nosfer-Meet You

Fine. I take a few steps toward the bed but don’t crawl up onto it like I normally would for sleep. Instead, I stare down at the objects on the mattress. The shiny metal of the chains catches my attention first. Instinctively, I reach out to touch the grooves of the cool chains, and a shiver runs down my spine and into my fingertips. Now all I can think about is being bound and gagged on the bed while Scotty does whatever he wants with me.

A large part of me wants me to head toward the door and disappear into the storm. But a smaller part of me, a curious part, wants to know where he’s going with all of this. I trust Scotty completely. He’s my person. So there isn’t a single part of my soul that believes he’d do anything to harm me.

“Jules?” his voice interrupts my thoughts, and I jerk my head up to meet his gaze. “What’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours? I can tell you’re lost in thought.”

“Why the chains? What are they for?” I ask, brow raised.

Scotty offers a small smirk and picks up the chain, then gives it a little jangle. The sound it makes is pleasant to my ears. “Sometimes I like to restrain women during sex. Sometimes I like it when they restrain me, instead. Depends on the mood.”

“Restrain during sex,” I repeat like a parrot, then shake my head in disbelief. “And what about this one?” I point to what looks like a horse’s riding crop. “I didn’t know you were into horseback riding.”

Scotty bursts into laughter so violently he holds his abs as he writhes around on the bed. “N-No. No, Jules. That’s … that’s not for horses.”

Blood tears streak his cheeks, and I puff out mine. “You don’t have to laugh at me. Just explain it.”

He sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed, then pulls me in close. I run my fingers through his hair as he looks up at me with a fangy, boyish grin. Nothing ever seems to phase him. We’re living out of a motel in the middle of the woods and indentured to a bunch of bear shifters and still nothing seems to bother my Scotty or dim his spark.

Merde. I love this man. So, so much.

“Yes, it’s a riding crop. But you don’t use it on horses. It’s for impact play,” he explains. I blink slowly, still not quite following him. “You can hit each other with it. Like on this cute little butt of yours,” he teases as he grabs onto both of my butt cheeks. I gasp when his fingernails dig into the fabric of my leggings and press into my tender flesh. “See? You already like a little bit of pain, don’t you?”

My brows knit together. “What kind of question is that? Do I like pain? We’re vampires. We’re all accustomed to it, one way or another.”

“Yeah. We’re accustomed to it, but I think you might enjoy it,” he says, jiggling my butt cheeks in his palms.

Then, before I have a chance to think or say anything, Scotty grabs me and swings me onto his lap, face down. His palm smacks across one of my cheeks lightly. It doesn’t hurt, not even a little bit, but it does feel … stupid.

“Putain! You strike me like a naughty child!” I protest, and kick my feet wildly behind me. This only makes Scotty howl with laughter.

“Yeah, I did. What are you going to do about it?” he taunts.

I roll off his lap onto the ground and jump to my feet. My eyes immediately find the handcuffs on the bed.

I grab them so fast my hands are a blur. I cuff Scotty’s wrists to the bedframe, and he lets out a moan of frustration once he realizes he’s fastened in place. His eyes darken to a pair of crimson orbs, and he licks his bottom lip suggestively.

“That,” I say, crossing my arms. “I’m going to do that.”

Scotty snorts. “Okay, fine. You win. Did not see that coming.”

“I’m older than you,” I mutter, as though it were obvious. “It’s to be expected.”

Scotty arches a brow at me. “What is?”

“That you wouldn’t be able to keep up with me. Now, lie there like a good boy while I edge you into oblivion.”

Edge him into oblivion. What on earth am I thinking? I can’t believe I said those words, let alone thought them. But Scotty’s expression twists into something feral, the tips of his fangs poking out from under his blood-soaked lips. His face is stained in his own bloody tears, in fact, from laughing moments ago.

He won’t be laughing for much longer, I’m afraid.

Epilogue: Scotty

Oh, crap. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap. I wasn’t expecting my girl to actually have it in her to cuff me to the bed and now she’s going to blow me while I can’t move? This is like a dream scenario for me. How do I get through without fucking it up?

Juliette looks so small at the foot of the bed, but the energy that’s radiating off of her is enormous to a suffocating degree. Which is fine. I don’t breathe, anyway, right? She pulls my boots off one at a time, and she’s not quick about it, either. Mostly because she struggles with the laces, but when she looks up at me from between my legs, there’s a mischievous grin on her face that tells me she’s enjoying this. Watching me squirm. Literally.

I pull against the cuffs and groan as the cold metal presses into my skin. Damn. These kind of hurt, actually. Love this for me. My boots clunk onto the floor. Juliette works on my belt buckle next. She places it next to my leg neatly like she’s setting aside folded laundry.

“What’s next, Jules?” I rasp. She meets my gaze and her eyes flicker to a lovely shade of rouge. Oh, she’s in the mood. Good. My throat tightens as I watch her unzip my pants, pull them down over my hips, and toss them aside. It all happened so fast—as fast as when she cuffed me. That’s one of the only downsides about having an older girlfriend.