Page 44 of Taken By the Vampires
My senses overloaded and an orgasm swept through me. It was a gentle wave compared to the orgasms of last night but it been gifted to me by the three of them. I settled back into the warm cocoon of their bodies and drifted off to sleep once again.
* * *
I woke alone, although I was warm as someone had drawn the blankets over my still naked body. The curtain had been parted and light filtered through.
It had stopped snowing!
I bolted upright and threw my legs over the edge of the bed. I snagged a blanket and wrapped it around me and went to look out the window.
Snow sparkled in sunlight, and covered every tree limb and coated every leaf. Limbs bent to the ground beneath the burden of the weight of the snow. It was so deep, it looked like a soft pillow cover over the ground. Pristine and untouched.
I’d always loved freshly fallen snow. It was as though it was capable of washing away the evils of the world, and I could pretend that The Holy Trinity and Gary and his followers didn’t exist and couldn’t hurt me.
Maybe they wouldn’t hurt me anymore. Xander, Cassius and Davon were protective. I didn’t know what the future would hold, but I’d like to think it included them. Being here had brought such a change, I didn’t want to go back to Conway and live my old life.
Now it seemed so much better. Brighter. As though I might now find a way to leave.
My heart stumbled a little. Now that the weather had broken, Icouldleave. I could get to Mom. The farm. My responsibilities.
The thought didn’t fill me with the same sense of urgency as before. Suddenly I wished for just one more day of the storm. One more day, where I could hunker down and enjoy more time with them. One more day to be selfish and enjoy something for myself.
Reality infringed. The storm had broken.
I could leave.
There was a call of a voice. Xander stepped through the snow wearing only jeans and a light, long sleeved tee. Didn’t that guy ever get cold? More voices followed and I saw Cassius and Davon walking after Xander.
They must have been feeling a bit of cabin fever as well. A small smile touched my lips as I watched them out in the snow. Davon threw a snowball and hit the back of Xander’s head. Xander turned to him with a scowl, but I knew he really wasn’t upset when he wiped the flakes sticking to his hair and flicked them away. He muttered something to a chuckling Davon but through the glass it wasn’t clear.
There was movement beneath a shadowed low hanging branch. A flash of a dull brown body and a snout disturbed a clump of snow. My God! A bear! And its attention was riveted to the guys.
I banged on the glass, “Hey. Stop. Over there! A bear!” But my voice was muffled by the thickness of the glass. They couldn’t hear me.
They slowly moved in the direction of the bear. They were too close. Didn’t know it was there. Bears could run fast, and when feeling threatened, nothing would stop them.
Heat condensed on the window, haloing my open palms. I hit the glass again, but my slaps were nothing but dull thumps. I couldn’t break the glass.
Gathering the blanket around me, I bolted from the room, my heart thundering. My breath came in hard pants as I sprinted down the long corridor into the front entrance hall. My sweaty hand slipped on the doorknob, once. Twice.
I used the blanket to turn the knob. I shoved the door open and stumbled down the snow-covered front steps.
And slid to a halt.
It took a moment for my brain to keep up with my eyes. Blood sprayed the snow, staining the spotless perfection with deep red. The bear lay, still and unmoving, surrounded by the guys.
They were doing something to it. I couldn’t understand what I saw, only that they had their mouths on it as though they were…feeding from it.
But that…couldn’t be right.
There was no fight. No struggle. The guys weren’t hurt. The bear was unmoving. It was almost…peaceful.
Xander lifted his head then and speared me with his gaze. His eyes were a burning crimson. His mouth was parted. Gleaming fangs descended past his bottom lip. His mouth was coated with blood.
The bear’s blood.
Davon and Cassius stopped drinking to look at me as well. Their eyes were the same crimson color as Xander’s. Fangs descended, glinting white. Dripping with red. So much red.
Heat infused my body. My lungs shrank as I struggled for air. I gasped, wrestling for sweet oxygen. My mind struggled to grasp elusive meaning.
