Page 20 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Don't Sparkle
“Xander?”I whisper.“I’m here.What do you need?”
He doesn’t respond.His eyelids don’t even flicker.
Looking up at Will, I say, “What happened to him?”
“I don’t know.”Will’s face is grim, his mouth a straight line.“He’s out of it.But he needs blood.And the animal blood we have in the refrigerator won’t do.”
“Of course,” I say in a rush.I understand exactly what he’s asking of me.“Um, should I hold my arm in front of him, or—”
Just as I hold my arm out to show what I mean, Xander’s hand shoots up and he grabs my wrist.He doesn’t bring it to his mouth, but yanks it across his body…which puts my neck near his face.
He bites down on the soft part of my neck beneath my ear.It happens so fast, my yelp of surprise gets strangled in my throat.Sharp teeth, rasping tongue.Deep, painful pulls of my blood.I gasp at the pain.
Will jolts forward.“Are you okay?He’s not himself right now, Autumn—he doesn’t know what he’s doing.I can stop him if you need me to.”
“No,” I whisper, afraid to move my head.The rhythmic pull of my blood leaving my body is eerie, but once I relax into it, the pain fades to a dull throb.“I was just surprised.”
“I’ll be right back.”From the corner of my eye, I see him leave.Seconds later, he’s back, a blanket in his arms.He arranges it on the floor and says, “You can kneel on this, love.”
“I’m—I’m afraid to move,” I say.If I do, those teeth could tear.
Will leans over, putting his hands in my hair to move it aside.A deep, rumbling growl comes from Xander’s throat, reverberating through my body.
“Relax, frerte,” Will says.“I’m not taking her from you.”
Xander growls again.He’s like a dog with a bone…and I am the bone.Shit.This is crazy.
What’s crazier is that there’s nothing gentle about the way he’s sucking on my neck.It feels different from the sexy, slow pulls when the men bit me before.Then, I barely noticed they were feeding from me; I only felt the bite and the orgasm.Maybe because we’re not fucking, I feel it differently?
“Xander,” Will says, “you’re hurting her.This position is uncomfortable for Autumn.”
Xander’s growl is less antagonistic this time.I guess his strength is returning, because he wraps his arms around me and pulls me over so I’m straddling him.The movement means he has to let go of my neck, but as soon as I’m in place, he strikes again, fangs at my throat.
“Um…” I slide my gaze over to Will.
“It’s all right, love,” he says.“I’ll make sure he doesn’t take too much.”
That actually wasn’t my concern.My concern is more about how my pussy is pressed right up against a growing ridge in Xander’s jeans, and as he drinks, he’s rocking me back and forth.Tiny, nearly imperceptible movements.Not enough to complain about.But the feelings are definitely there.And building.
Xander adjusts his arms, sliding a hand down to cup my ass.His boner presses against me and he pulls me harder down onto his lap.The sucking pull against my neck as he drinks should be disturbing or gross, but instead, it’s erotic.The rhythm and speed reminds me of sex.And the way he holds me against him, the way he’s using me—it reminds me of my first night with him and Will, being clutched between them.
Donotget turned on by this asshole, Autumn.Donot.
Shit.I’m getting turned on.
No.I won’t allow it.Arousal for me leads to feelings, and I can’t do that.I must construct a brick wall around my heart.He doesn’t want me.He needs food.That’s all this is.Without my blood, he will die.His boner means nothing.It’s like how my nipples get hard when it’s cold sometimes.It’s purely physiological, that’s it.
But then he pulls back from my throat and murmurs, “Autumn,” and I feel the brick wall begin to crumble.
He’s out of it.He doesn’t know what he’s saying.He has emphasized time and time again, while in his right mind, that he doesn’t want anything to do with me.
“Autumn,” he whispers again.“Missed you.”
And then his fangs are in my throat once more.
Fuck.I missed him, too.Why is he doing this to me?And what about consent?Each movement sparks a new flame of pleasure—at least on my end.I consent to this.But does Xander?
“Will,” I whisper.“Is this okay?”
