Page 107 of Afflicted

“Silas, we need you in the obs tower, right now.” A woman’s voice, sharp and commanding. It sounds like the redhead who’s in charge or seems to be. Murderous bitch.

“Yeah, no worries, just let me get dressed.”

A lecherous little giggle makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “I mean, I prefer you like this, but yeah, probably give the others a bit of a start.”

“Yeah. I’ll be right along.” Silas’s response is tight.

“Hope you weren’t too lonely in here last night. It was such a crazy storm.” What the fuck is this bitch’s deal? I’m so consumed by jealousy over her talking to Silas - tomy vamp- like this, that I have to stop myself storming out there.

I feel a rush of satisfaction as Silas sighs loudly.

“I’ll be right along, if you let me get dressed.”

“I can watch.”Bitch you better move on right now. She laughs again, that fucking flirty laugh women do when they’re not getting the reaction they want. “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

“Sam.” Silas’s voice is a deep rumble through the door. “Get lost. Now. I mean it. I’ll be right along, if you just fucking let me close this door and let me get dressed.”

“What’s got you all wor-”

“Fuck. Off.” There’s a startled yelp and the door slams. An indignant huff comes from the porch before thumping footsteps head down the steps and get lost in the rain.

After a few very tense heartbeats, the door opens, and Silas leans against the frame. He’s in a pair of grey sweatpants, and his hair is a little mussed up. He gives me a smile, and all my anger dissolves instantly. He tucks his hands into his pockets and raises his eyebrows.

“You OK, angel?”

I nod, licking my lips because suddenly I feel completely dried out and also tired, maybe a little hungry?

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“I need to get up to the obs tower, I’ll take you back to the dorm.” His eyes drop to the floor as he says it, and my stomach sinks all over again. Back to the dorm. The fucking dorm, and my twin sized bed. Away from him.

“Who was that?” I ask, watching as he retrieves my clothes from the chair behind the desk.

“That was Officer Ferris.” He doesn’t look at me as he says it. “The redhead, you know, she’s, well, I guess she’s my direct superior.”

“Sam?” I step closer to him, and he still doesn’t look up at me. “You called her Sam. You and her, you-”

“Not for a while.” His eyes snap to meet mine. “Not for a long while. I couldn’t… I couldn’t bear the thought of touching anyone but you.”

I feel too goddamn smug at hearing him say that, at hearing those words come from this beautiful man. This man who only wants me.

I put my arms around his neck, the blanket dropping to my feet, and he inhales sharply as I press my naked body against him. I kiss the base of his throat.

“So, I’m yours then, right?” Another kiss, and he shivers, like he’s trying to hold back from throwing me down on the floor and fucking me into next week. “Like, your girlfriend?”

He chuckles, threading his fingers into my hair. “You’re jealous, I like that.”

“I am jealous.” I palm his hard cock through his sweatpants, and his grip on my head becomes almost aggressive. “I’m jealous, because you’re mine.”

“Oh, is that right?” He tips my head back, his eyes blazing as he looks down at me. “Maybe you should brand me too, huh?”

I shake my head. “No need, I already have.” I stroke a hand down his bicep, over one of the tattoos that makes up his sleeve. “This, right here, that’s my brand on you.”

He looks down at the skeleton hand holding the red rose, and when he looks back at me his expression is one of almost… shock.

“You got that for me before you even knew it.” I swallow hard as unexpected emotion wells up inside me. “Because remember, you were going to draw the hand and I’d draw-”

“The rose.” He finishes for me, his brows drawn down. “I remember.”

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