Page 127 of Road Trip with a Vampire
He had. Many times. Never in words, but it had been crystal clear in every look, in every intimate touch, just how much he loved this.
I strained upward to press a sloppy kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I will never tire of this,” I told him for the first time. His cock swelled impossibly larger inside me. “No matter how many more years I live, I willalwayswant you.”
He swore, then collapsed on top of me, his face buried in the crook of my shoulder before his lips attached themselves to the side of my neck. His tongue started moving, swirling in tight, needful circles in time with the rhythm of his hips.
I swallowed. “You want to bite me,” I breathed. “Don’t you?” He did. I knew he did. He wouldn’t be able to come without it.
Peter, long past the point of being able to form words, answered my question with a high-pitched whine and a grunt. He reared up, pulling one of my legs over his hip, changing the angle, driving deeper, harder. I tangled one hand in his hair and reached up with the other to touch the side of my neck, tracing my fingertips teasingly over the spot I knew he wanted.
His eyes darkened, narrowing on the place where I was touching myself.
His nostrils flared.
“You can bite me,” I said.
His thrusts sped up, became erratic. “Zelda—” he begged.
“Iwantyou to.”
He made one last incoherent keening sound—
—a moment before he reared back and sank his teeth deep, deeper into my neck.
My senses exploded into infinite points of brilliant light. I felt my scream more than heard it, the venom that was already slipping through my bloodstream amplifying my pleasure a thousandfold. There were no words to describe the ecstasy that flooded my senses, and I came instantly, and then a second time before I’d even stopped convulsing. I heard Peter’s distant moans, felt his thrusts quicken and become more erratic as my bliss stretched on and on. I was gasping, mindless as Peter grunted and suckled at the wounds his teeth had made in my neck, his rough hands digging into my hips so hard bruises already blossomed beneath his fingertips.
“Peter,” I managed as I reached up and pressed at the back of his head, encouraging him to drink more.
A moment later every muscle in his body locked up tight, even as his mouth stayed latched on my neck. His release pulsed inside me in time with the movement of his tongue, and godsdamnit, I came athirdtime, our bodies a tangle of scrabbling hands and limbs as we succumbed to the pleasure coursing through us both.
Later there would be time to talk through what things might look like for us going forward. A vampire and a witch, falling in love against all odds.
Later, though.
Not right now.
Because right now, I had Peter with me in my bed, cradling me close and whispering tender words of endearment into my hair. Telling me how much he’d missed me, and how he would never, ever let me go again.
As I drifted off to sleep, my head on his chest, the wind howling outside my bedroom window, I decided that for now, that was more than enough.
Epilogue
Two weeks later
Yoga Magic’s goat yoga eventwas still thirty minutes from starting when Peter and I showed up with the guests of honor. Dozens of people had already filed onto the field we’d rented, their designer yoga mats and Lululemon outfits on point.
“It’s strange,” Peter mused, regarding the goats as they blithely hopped out of the trailer we’d gotten to transport them. We were borrowing a dozen from a farmer on the outskirts of town who was deeply confused by the whole thing. Hopefully this field wouldn’t be a literal shitshow by the end of the day.
“What’s strange?” I asked. “Aside from the obvious, I mean.”
“Animals usually have an instinctive fear of me,” he said. “I can’t tell if these goats have especially poor self-preservation instincts or if I’ve lost my edge.”
As he spoke, Flossie, one of the more affectionate goats, nudged at Peter’s hand with her nose, looking for pets. Peter sighed and began rubbing behind Flossie’s ears with a severelyput-upon expression. The twinkle in his eye, though, told me how amused he was by all this.
“Well, whatever the reason, this gang likes you,” I agreed, unable to keep from smiling. Despite my best efforts, I was amused, too. “This one especially.”
Peter grunted in agreement before shifting his hand to rub beneath Flossie’s chin.
“Thank you for doing this, by the way,” I said. “You didn’t have to.”
