Page 18 of Stranded with a Wounded Vampire

I cannot believe. What happened? Where am I?

I push my hair back on my face and lick my dry lips, trying to remember what was happening. Oh my gosh. I look around. I'm not at home and I’m in a strange bed. I’m in Bruce Bloodworth’s mansion. But I don't see Bruce anywhere.

And then I spot the welcoming, ambient light of the cleaning bot. It gives me a quiet, cheerful greeting.

“Where is Bruce?” I whisper as I reach for a glass of water to gulp down.

It beeps back in response and lets me know he’s next door.

“Thank you.”

Then there's another roll of thunder and I leap out of the bed, my heart pounding. I can't get the idea out of my mind that being here alone is not right. The shadows in every corner give me the chills. I need to see him. I pad barefoot out of my room and make my way into the dark hallway, using moonlight through windows as my guide.

I stop at a larger door and see he put me right next to him. Should I knock? And then there's another rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning that illuminates the entire hallway. When will this storm end? I squeak and open the door and rush inside. In a moment I'm in his bed and snuggling as close to him as I can.

His eyes blink open. “Willow?”

“It’s cold in here. Sorry the storm really scares me. And I'm all alone in that room in this house. I still think it's a little spooky at night please don't make me go in there by myself.”

In the blink of an eye he’s on top of me. His lips so very close to mine. “If you stay in this bed with me,” he growls, “I will fuck you, giving you many orgasms and drink from you and you will be my mate. Before you decide to stay you need to give me your consent. If there is no consent you must leave immediately and go to the room I gave you and lock the door behind you. If you hear me roaring in need, ignore me and remain inside until Steve Banks arrives tomorrow morning.”

I lift my head and wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him close for a deep, passionate kiss, letting him know that I am giving him all the consent.

The kiss is so powerful, letting me feel all the need this Korn has pent up inside for me. He finally breaks it off, panting. “I cannot hold back any longer with you in my bed, kissing me.”

“I don’t want you to hold back.”

Hot alien vampire lips brush against my ear. “You will wake up tomorrow morning, carrying my offspring. Is this what you want?”

Bruce smells so good. Like leather and soil with a hint of pleasant but not overpowering cologne. “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”

He lets out a deep chuckle. “Weak human birth control does not work against Korn virility.”

“Oh.”

He’s now kissing my neck, licking the area I suppose he’s wishing to later pierce with his sharp fangs. I’m swooning over the feel of his tongue on my hot skin.

“Is this what you want? You want to mate with me, allow me to drink your blood and plant my seed in your womb so that you will instantly carry me offspring? You will be a mother and we will raise our offspring together.”

How did I not know this part? I thought I knew everything about how Korn mated but I didn’t know that the other women had become instantly pregnant. Well, I also didn’t know exactly how the blood drinking part worked either, whether it hurt or not.

But I’m so falling in love with Bruce Bloodworth.

I’m loving the idea that he wants what I want—to start a family. He’ll never cheat on me and there will be no divorce. He won’t be like my dad, cheating and starting a new family and basically ignoring the original family as if it never happened.

I kiss him again and rub my stomach against the unusually thick and large erection I feel under his pants. The cock I’ve been wanting in my mouth all night. “Take off your shirt.”

“You want this?”

“I want all of you.”

I see the uncertainty in his gaze so I start to wiggle out of my own clothes. He moves off me and I stand next to the bed.

He watches in awe as I take off the cute, sleeveless, linen summer dress with ruffles at the bottom. It’s lined so I didn’t need a slip. All that’s left is my best underwear. I never meant for us to fall into bed together so soon, but I did arrive prepared. I’m shaved in all the right places, with only a trim of hair on my girly parts.

I reach back and unclasp the bra, lean forward and let if fall off me and drop to the ground.

A growl rumbles in his chest.

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