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I’m a masochist, apparently, because the pain as his teeth break skin sends me skyrocketing, my Kitty tensing right before I explode and slap my hand over my mouth as I cry out.
“Fuck Gar.” I pant as I feel his deep rumble through our chests as he growls again. He releases my shoulder and starts licking over the skin as I try to get my breath back. “Why do I react like that?”
Slowly, Garrett pulls back, shooting me a blood-stained toothy grin. “Don’t question it, Baby Girl. Just fucking embrace it.”
“Well, ok then.” I grin back right before a knock sounds on my bedroom door.
We both freeze, eyes going wide as we listen.
“Rhys.” Char’s whisper floats through the door. “Please tell me you have company, and you aren’t getting murdered right now.”
I giggle at Char. Her tone tells me she’s wearing a shit-eating grin.
“Not getting murdered. It’s all g, Char.” I whisper-yell, and she clucks.
“Is it vampire boy again?”
Garrett’s brows shoot towards the ceiling, and I giggle.
“Yes. I’m with my vampire.” I whisper-yell again, and she snickers.
“Okie Dokie. Try to keep it down. I’m not sure how to explain those noises to the olds if they hear them. Or the twins, for that matter.”
“Ok,” I mutter a little louder, and a few seconds later, I hear her bedroom door click shut.
Garrett grins. “Your sister is pretty cruisy.”
“Yep.” I nod, rolling my hips.
“Stop, Baby Girl,” he chuckles. “I’ve already made a mess.”
My brows lift this time, and his lips thin into a sideways smirk.
“Garrett Cole, did you cum in your pants?”
He chuckles. “I did, Baby Girl. Just like you did.”
Chapter Eight
Garrett
My nose hurts like a bitch. It only bled a little after my dad landed his punch, but his nose pissed out with crimson worse than mine after I lost my shit at him. I still can’t get the sound of Polly and Brittney’s screams out of my head. They were terrified, and I fear it was of me. I tried to hold back, but when he said he would beat my mum for raising such a piece of shit like me, I saw red. There’s no way I was letting him touch my mum.
I managed to bang him up enough that he had to go to the hospital. Because he’s on parole, it will automatically get flagged, and the cops will pay him a visit. I also found what’s probably Fox Pine’s last remaining pay phone and made an anonymous call to the cops, hoping it gets my dad some extra attention that I know he’s hoping to avoid. I don’t know what else to do. He hasn’t changed. He’s angrier than ever. I have no fucking idea how he managed to get out of prison early.
Fleeing to Rhys was totally selfish. I’m fucking terrified that I’ll be sent back to youth detention, or worse, prison, because I’m nearly eighteen. I don’t even know if they can do that, but the mistake I made last time was not telling anyone what was happening, and when I snapped and beat my old man within an inch of his life, I was declared dangerous and got sent away for a little while too.
I won’t let that happen this time if I can help it. Last night was self-defence, with a little added warning to my dad. I’m just worried that next time, I’ll actually kill him, since I have trouble controlling my anger, and more often than not, it gets away from me.
A soft moan falls from Rhys’ lips as she snuggles in closer to my side. I haven’t been able to sleep a wink, but laying here with her in my arms is helping my anxiety. Her sweet scent, fruity almost, calms me. Grounds me. Wrapped in her scent, I feel like I’m home. A grin tugs at my lips as I remember what we did earlier. We dry-humped until we came. Fuck if that wasn’t hot. There’s something about the barrier of clothing, the teasing and wanting more, but not able to get it until you are both in a frenzy. It was fucking perfect. I can still hear her soft voice in my ear after I asked if I could bite her.
“Bite me good and deep. Make me bleed.”
Fuuucck! I nearly came there and then. I gave her what she asked for, ignoring the throbbing in my nose as I latched onto her creamy flesh until it split, giving me her blood.
Her sister referred to me as Vampire Boy. I read a lot of vampire books a few years back, and have to admit, I don’t hate the comparison. I’m not looking to drink her blood, but I do like tasting it. I love the look of its bright hue against her pale skin.
I kind of love that Rhys loves it as much as she does, and that she also doesn’t understand why she loves it. I told her to embrace it, and I know she will. She did. It’s why she is perfect for me. If there is a God, then he made Rhys George for me and my twisted desires. Strangely, I think he also made her for my mates, too. I’d never considered sharing a girl until I recognised her addiction. I wanted to help her and realised that sharing her was the only way.
