Page 50 of Shut Up and Bite Me

Her gaze holds a silent question, flicking to my neck, and it takes me less than a second to answer. “Do it. Drink my fucking blood while I come in you.”

Her fangs are sinking into my neck before I even finish my sentence. And we lose all control together.

She moans against me as I feel her greedily take from my veins. Her orgasm tears through her, clenching my cock as it pulses in intense waves.

Her release is my undoing.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper, crying out as I spill inside of her, coming harder than I ever have before. If I ever doubted it, I sure as hell don’t now; I’m never going to get enough of her.

Walking onto campus this afternoon feels foreign, like I’ve never been here before. But in a way, that’s kind of true, at least in terms of perspective. I’m not the same person I was when I last stepped foot here; it feels like that was a lifetime ago.

I have to turn in my laptop that I rented from the school—the last thing on my to-do list before I’m officially done with college.

The plus side of Saint Eldritch University offering classes online is that I can work ahead. I’ve technically been done with all of my schoolwork since before the Culling. I just had to wait for the due dates to submit everything, which I already did.

I don’t know ifprideis the right word to describe the feeling in my chest. I’ve completed such a big chapter of my life. But now I doubt that I’ll use that degree anytime soon. I have no reason to. With the money Vivian gave me, I could go without a job for years. Although a twinge of guilt sinks into my chest for accepting the money, knowing that we are far more than vampire and bloodling now.

I might be good at math, and I respect the black-and-white way it works, but it seems so insignificant in my life right now. Look at how much of my life has changed in the last few weeks. Pursuing a career in finance sounds like the last thing I want to do.

Who knows what two months will look like from now? I certainly don’t. Besides, I’m done wasting time on things that don’t matter to me. I’m focusing on what I love from here on out.

Opening the door of the student affairs building, I walk straight ahead and take a right to the tech office.

“Hi, how can I help you?” the lady at the front desk greets me, and I take a sharp breath at the pain that aches in my chest.

She reminds me so much of Cheryl. God, I wish she could be here to see me graduate, to see her love and hard work pay off.

I couldn’t be anywhere close to where I am without her. She was the closest thing to family I ever had, and I miss her so fucking much. Part of me kept this grief at bay, pushing through and focusing on following the dreams we built together that I didn’t even allow myself the time to heal.

My eyes sting as I embrace the warm memory of the greatest woman I’ve ever known.

Stepping forward with a full heart, I slide the laptop across the desk. “Here to turn this back in.”

She accepts it and smiles, scanning the barcode on the side and typing into her computer. “Were there any issues with it?”

“Not at all.”

She stows it on the storage shelf with a hundred other devices. “Perfect. Thank you so much. You’ll receive an email confirmation of the return in minutes. Have a good day.”

“Thanks, you too,” I respond before spinning on my heels and walking out of the room, running straight into some guy and knocking him sideways.

Holding him upright, I apologize, “Sorry, man. Are you okay?”

He nods eerily slow, staring straight ahead. His cheek twitches as he takes a step forward, but I stop him, not fully understanding why I’m doing it. But there’s something so familiar about it.

He freezes, still staring soullessly ahead as I brush the overgrown brown hair from his face, sucking in a sharp breath.

Holy shit.

“Ethan?” I whisper, and his head lifts to mine, his dead stare locking with my eyes. “Oh my god. What happened?”

No wonder I didn’t recognize him right away. His tan skin has paled drastically, and his eyes are sunken into his face, dark purple and blue circles outlining them.

“Have we met?” His voice is as cold and lifeless as his movements.

“Do you not remember me?” I murmur, my stomach twisting in confusion and fear.

His eyes well with tears, but no other part of him shows emotion, his stare still stone-cold. “No, I don’t know who you are.”

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