Page 42 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Don't Sparkle
“I won’t claim you.But my bite will help.”
Her hazel eyes flash with irritation.“Fine.Bite me, get it over with.”
Autumn
His fangs run along the sensitive skin on my neck.I try not to let it turn me on, but that’s like asking water not to be wet, or fire not to be hot.It can’t be helped.I was a goner for him as soon as he crowded me up against the side of his car.Panties wet, legs shaking, my breasts aching for his touch.
It’s not fucking fair.
Then when he presses the briefest of kisses against my throat, I automatically arch my back and neck, giving him more access.He makes a low sound in his throat—approval?Desire?—and then I feel the sting of his fangs penetrating my skin.
A quick feeling of suction follows.I clench my thighs together as my core tightens in anticipation.
Then it’s over just as fast as it started.Xander steps back, his dark eyes blazing.
“That’s it?”I ask.
“That’s it.”
“Usually Will, like…licks and kisses after.He said it helps the wounds heal.”
“Healing is a courtesy,” he says, “or sometimes a necessity if we must hide the evidence of the bite.Tonight, healing would defeat the purpose.Wewantyou marked when we go inside.”
Of course.I keep forgetting that Xander has an ulterior motive here.I keep forgetting that Xander has an ulterior motive for every single thing he does.
Maybe that’s not fair.But that’s what I’ve seen so far.
Xander’s eyes are on my face.I feel like he’s looking into my head, like he can see too much.The man’s seen me naked, I’ve come on his dick, and yet right now, I feel more bare and vulnerable than ever.
“Let’s go inside,” he says softly, and takes my hand.
I allow him to lead me to the door, which opens as we approach.A dead-eyed woman stands next to it, her face devoid of expression.I start to ask if she’s okay, but Xander squeezes my hand in warning, so I clamp my mouth shut.
“Only speak when someone speaks to you,” Xander says, leaning close to my ear.“You are our pet tonight, someone who feeds us.”
Pets don’t feed their owners.I’m more like…livestock.But I keep that thought to myself.
Sensing my irritation, Xander adds, “Vampires will only respect you as our property.Don’t fuck it up, mouse.”
“I won’t,” I promise.“I’ll be the best freaking pet you ever saw.”
He chuckles, and I look around at the entrance hall we’ve just walked into.
There are so many people.After days in the library, I’m feeling claustrophobic with the press of bodies.
“Where’s Gaius Black?”I ask.“And how can I tell who is a vampire and who is human?”
“Most vampires will show their fangs tonight,” he says.“If you watch for fangs, you’ll start to notice other tells.”
I frown as I look around.Two people stand very close together as they talk, and I notice longer, sharper canines on each when they open their mouths.Usually when I’m home with Will, and sometimes Xander, their fangs would only lower when they were aroused or hungry.I wonder if showing them casually is some strange vampire flex.
Everyone is dressed very nicely.Skin tones vary from dark to pale.Nobody sparkles with diamond skin, which is unfortunate because that would make vampiresveryeasy to distinguish from humans.
But as I study the finely-dressed people in beautiful gowns, or wearing suits or other nice clothes, I begin to see a theme among those who I find with fangs versus those who don’t have them.
What sets the vampires apart is more than the fangs.It’s charisma.A sense of danger or forbidden pleasure, perhaps.All the people with fangs here have that quality—Will and Xander, too, although I never would’ve realized it was a vampiric trait.
Vampires don’t seem to understand personal space or boundaries, either.They get close when they talk to each other and the few other people around the room who I think must be human.
