Page 37 of Ghoul Kisses

“I delivered it to a witch named Meagan. I don’t know her last name.”

“Where does she live?”

“New Orleans. Can I go now? I’m thirsty.” She slams the door in my face. Fucking bitch. I hate vampires.

When I return to the hotel, I remove my clothes, place them in a suitcase, and lie on the bed. I haven’t heard from Sarah since I left. I need to feel her cool body beneath me. I want to play in her soft hair and stroke her soft skin. I miss everything about her; her lavender scent when she is aroused, the dimples in her cheeks when she smiles.

Jack and Mac barge into my room with their bags slung over their shoulders.

“What?” I snap.

“Pete attacked Sarah. We need to go home,” Mac answers. The blood drains from my face. Why the fuck didn’t she call me? Grabbing my phone from my pants, the blue screen lights up, and I have a few voicemails, but no missed calls. I hit the play button. Sarah’s voice is urgent and afraid.

Please… call me… It’s about Pete.

I see text messages from Mae, and I hit the delete button without reading them. I call Sarah several times, but she doesn’t pick up. I grab my suitcase and head out the door.

Within seconds of arriving at the mansion, I am in Sarah’s room. She is balled up in the fetal position, and her eyes are puffy and red. Her make-up is smudged, and she looks like she aged since the last time I saw her. Our eyes meet, and she lunges into my arms, squeezing me tight. I cradle her as I kiss her hair.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t here to protect you.”

“It’s not your fault,” she whispers. My heart aches for her. I angle her chin so I can see her face and kiss her soft, pink lips.

“What happened?” My voice is soft.

“He wanted the key, but I didn’t bring it with me,” she whispers. “He tried to rape me, but I kicked him in the balls and…” trailing off her words, she trembles. “I hit him in the head with a vase.” Her voice breaks, and tears spill down her cheeks.

“Vampires like to have sex with their prey while draining their blood.” Sarah flinches at my words, but I hold her tight, not wanting to let her go.

“He knows about us,” she whispers.

“Pete asked me if I gave you the key, but I didn’t answer. I don’t know how he knows about us, but I’m scared, Eric. I have never been so frightened in my life.” Her words shoot through me like ice. I don’t want her to feel afraid.

“Do you trust me enough give you a potion?”

“I trust you,” she assures me.

“I’ll call my friend.” I stroke her right cheek again. I need to get a potion so she can summon me when she is in trouble. I care too much about her, and the fact that I wasn’t there to protect her kills me. Sarah pulls her blouse over her head exposing her red lace bra.

“Make me feel good, Eric,” she says, her voice barely a whisper. As much as I want to fuck her, my conscience won’t let me. She’s hurt, and I don’t want to have sex with her when she is emotionally wounded. Any other female, I wouldn’t care, but I don’t want to take advantage of her.

“Love, do you turn to sex every time you’re hurt?” Her eyes flicker with shame. Looking down at the wooden floors, she exhales. I tilt her chin to look at me. Her silence tells me everything I need to know.

“You don’t need sex to make you feel good.”

“Please?” Sarah pleads, and my dick throbs at her words. I don’t want to turn her down.

“It’s not a good idea.” Laughter escapes her lips, and that is the first time I see the light in her eyes since I’ve arrived.

“Are you turning down sex?” she asks.

When I don’t respond, she pushes me down on the bed and unbuckles my belt. Trying so hard to fight temptation, I gently push her off of me.

“No, Sarah, I’m not taking advantage of you.” I refasten my belt and zip up my pants.

“Seriously?” she snaps.

“Yeah.” I can’t believe I’m turning her down. Her whole body tenses, and her breathing speeds up.

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