Page 10 of Clarity

He pushed his hand between my legs as he stroked me, put his mouth on my neck to suck and kiss, and…shit, there were his fangs again.

Don’t care.

It felt too good.

It felttoogood.

The tension, the buildup, the release.

All so heady and distracting.

Disarming.

“Well this is quite a mess,” I giggled, looking at the sticky concoction of bodily fluids between us as he carefully pulled out. I put a hand between us and then snatched it up, wrinkling my nose. “Let me grab a towel.”

I hopped down from the table on shaky legs, heading for the counter.

“Looking for this?” Parris asked.

I turned to see him holding up a small hawthorn stake, from the mess of things I’d spread around looking for my necklace.

I smirked.

He was smart, but…

“No.” I shook my head. “I already didthat.”

I pointed to the rune on his leg, painted there with our cum. It was a bit more complicated, but still quick and easy to do when he was recovering from trying to fuck the sense out of my head.

It had almost worked.

But not quite.

Now, the rune was already working, and there wasn’t shit he could do except drop to the floor.

“Don’t. Make. Me. Chase. You,” he gritted through his teeth, and I just shook my head as I left, calling my last words to him over my shoulder.

“I’ve never been great at doing what I was told.”

Three

Ihad to keep my head on a swivel.

It was the only way I was possibly going to pull off successfully getting the hell out of Blackwood without being…

What?

Tracked down?

Dragged to Blackwood Hills?

Turned into a vampire?

If I were honest with myself, it all felt like quite the inevitable turn of events, but in addition to being a known rebel, I was horrible at taking things I didn’t resonate with on the chin.

I would fight it until I couldn’t.

Sensible or not.

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