Page 33 of Taken By the Vampires
“The seed was planted a long, long time ago. It has merely grown,” Davon said.
“But with that seed came a miracle,” Cassius said.
I scoffed, “I’m no miracle.”
Davon kissed me, followed by Cassius. “You are a miracle to us. You’ll soon see, but now I think you need your rest. You’re clearly exhausted and still recovering from your injuries. Come and lie back down. Let us take care of you tonight.”
I let Davon lay me back down, bringing his safe arms around me and spooning me from behind. Cassius lay on the other side, one hand on my hip, the other arm bent to rest his head.
“You not…regretting this?” I almost said regrettingme, but I caught myself at the last second.
“My only regret is that you didn’t land on our doorstep sooner,” Davon said, his breath brushing my ear.
“Much sooner,” Cassius said, before capturing my mouth with a languid kiss. I didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed when he ended the kiss and closed his eyes, his hand still firmly splayed over my hip.
I lay between them and even as sleep claimed me, I still doubted. They’d said some nice words. Made me feel as though they’d wanted this as much as I had.
I still did, if I were honest.
My body had no trouble thinking it wanted their attentions again. It was my mind that was another thing. I had no real reason to doubt then, beyond the very quick timeframe I’d known them and my inability to resist them.
It felt so right, Davon on one side of me and Cassius on the other. Yet there was a space that still needed to be filled. Xander.
But why did I even feel that way? How did it start? It wasn’t like me and yet it was. This undeniable yearning within me was nonsensical, and at the same time, gave purpose. Without fulfilling whateverthiswas, my life would remain unsatisfied.
The logical part of me. The part that had risen every day and filled it with untold chores from sun up to sun down recognized this was borderline psycho, or that finally the stress of my life was catching up with me.
The other part. The most ignored part. The part I slammed down beneath a steel door and purposefully ignored. The part that yearned for so much more… Well, that part had finally escaped and was standing up and demanding attention. What this was, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to contain it again.
How could I, now knowing exactly what I was going to be missing out on.
There was one more question, even more poignant than the crowd of them stacking unanswered in my mind.
How was it going to end?
Chapter Twenty Three
I woke alone.
I was tempted to be disappointed that I wasn’t still curled around a warm body, but I forced myself not to be. I had no right to be disappointed about anything, because nothing more was going to happen.
Last night was not going to happen again.
I shoved aside the blanket, still naked. It seemed to be the way of things around here. I tugged the sheet from the bed and wrapped it around me, then padded to the closed curtains, ignoring the combined scent of Cassius, Davon and myself mixed in the threads. Erotic images flashed through my mind and I forcefully shoved them aside, not wanting to dwell.
Or be tempted.
The raging fire in the fireplace kept the room toasty and I had to wonder how it stayed so high all of the time. I’d never seen any of them feed it, and there was no pile of wood stacked anywhere in the room.
I could only assume it was made from gas and they had the money to keep pouring into feeding it. Internal heating ducts would have worked just as well. I mentally shrugged, I wasn’t going to be here long enough to worry about it. The storm must have blown itself out by now. No storm I knew could keep up that sort of intensity for that length of time.
Today, I would leave.
Don’t think about how much you’ll miss them. You have a life. They have lives. It was a nice diversion.
Nothing more.
I drew in a steeling breath and ripped the heavy crimson velvet curtains apart. The window was white washed. Icy particles stung the glass and eddies were tossed this way and that in a violent wind.
