Page 4 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Don't Sparkle
This means Autumn has been and always will be a pawn to him.When she is no longer of use to him, he will sacrifice her as chess players are wont to do.I feel sick at the very thought.
Countless hours go by as I learn everything I can about Dale Smith and his peers.I don’t know what they are all involved in, and it likely doesn’t matter.All I know is that Smith is up to nothing good, and if Autumn is involved in any way, he’ll likely take great measures to ensure she’s removed from the equation.
She’s going to need protection if he learns her location.Fucking hell.I simply want to send her along on her way, to protect her from Will and me.But whether she stays or goes, she’ll be in danger.The little mouse is surrounded by predators.
I click over to another photo where she’s standing with Smith.Curiosity overcomes me, and I change my search so that now I’m faced with Autumn’s social media accounts.I find her PhotoGram account, which is set to public.There are hundreds of comments on her latest post, asking if she’s okay, asking where she is.
The image itself is a photograph of her and another young woman, their faces close together as they smile for the camera.They’re wearing bikini tops and sitting on a blanket laid out on a brilliant green lawn, surrounded by other young people.It looks like a university.Throwback Thursday, the caption reads.Great college memories with my bestie.
Ignoring the bestie, I zoom in on Autumn.The image can’t be that much of a “throwback,” because she looks about the same now as she did then.And fuck me, those curves are the same, the soft skin is just as luminous, the angle of her jaw above her throat.I want to kiss her there, tease her with my teeth, lick and suck, drive her mad before I finally give in to my instincts and bite.
While I stare at her picture, I reach down and unbutton my jeans.I lift my hips and shove the pants down just enough to free my cock.It’s hard, so fucking hard because I’m looking at the little mouse, thinking about her.Her pussy is so soft, so warm, so wet.
I stroke myself, from the root to the head, remembering how it felt to glide in and out of that girl.She’d smelled heavenly, and she made the neediest little sounds.
My phone chimes.
“Fucking hell.”I glance down at the notification and see Neve’s name, along with the text message,It’s already bad.The message is accompanied by a photo thumbnail.What the fuck is the image?The preview is too small; I can’t make sense of it.
Swearing, I abandon my perverted wanking session and open the message.
It’s no wonder I couldn’t make sense of the thumbnail.The photo doesn’t make sense because I’m looking at dismembered body parts covered in gore.In the midst of the pile, I see three separate torsos, each with a stake protruding from the chest.
A new text pops up from Neve.He’s in California and he’s already making examples of people.Be careful so you and Will aren’t next.
2
Will
Eleven p.m., Saturday night.The Bellefleur District is not the shiniest of locales.I appreciate the wide selection of humanity, though.Hundreds of people.All walks of life.Preoccupied with petty squabbles, profane desires.Ignorant of how short their lifespans are.
Outside of Bartleby’s, I take in the scene until Autumn steps through the door and onto the sidewalk.Her eyes widen in surprise.
“Oh!I only texted you a minute ago,” she says.“You’re already here?”
“I was waiting for you,” I say.
She steps in close and wraps her arms around me.“You don’t have to do that.”
I do.Because I live for things like this.Touching her.Holding her.Watching her emotions, so fragile and human, pass over her face with every thought that travels through her mind.
She moves to my side and I lead her to the paid lot where I parked.
“I do not miss having to walk all the way to the hotel,” she says.“It was murder on my feet.”
“Do they hurt now?”I ask.
“No, they’re fine.”
I can hear the faint rise in her tone, the strain of a lie.That won’t do.If she’s going to feel pain, it’s going to be pain I give her.Pain that she likes.So I reach down, wrap my arms around her shoulders and knees.Lift her up.
She shrieks and giggles.“What are you doing?”
“Carrying you.”
“I can walk, you know.”
“Yes.You can.But it hurts you and I don’t like it.”I carry her the rest of the way to the car.A few pedestrians stare at us.Autumn gives them a friendly wave.They continue on, unconcerned.
