Page 53 of A Ryan Recollection

Vampire

Istand in the darkness and watch her. She is struggling with the ropes around her wrists and I can feel the anxiety in her from here. I fight the urge to go to her and tell her everything is okay.

Five minutes. That’s how long I need to leave her there. It gives everyone else time to get back and pretend like we were never out here. If she keeps struggling though, I’ll go to her. I’ll stroke her hair and tell her she’s safe, because I can’t bear to see her afraid.

But then she stops. She rests her cheek against the tree trunk and the softest smile plays on her lips. She knows we would never let anything bad happen to her. That we would all die to protect her.

So I keep watching. She is fucking beautiful. She is mine.

When the five minutes are up, I go to her. Her head snaps up as I start to untie her. I rub the red skin on the inside of her wrists softly and then release her hands. Immediately, she reaches for her blindfold.

“No,” I tell her, trying to disguise my voice as best I can. I’ve taken off my mask and I don’t want to ruin the illusion. She knows who we all are, I’m sure, but still.

“Okay,” she whispers and drops her hands to her sides. Fuck me, she is so compliant. I don’t usually give a fuck about her doing what I tell her to do, that’s kind of my older brothers’ deal, but I do love her submissiveness when it comes to her body.

My cock twitches when I think about being out here alone with her and the things she would let me do. For a few seconds, I seriously contemplate pushing her back against that tree and fucking her again, but I should shower first. Not to mention, she looks cold and tired and her legs are shaking.

Instead, I scoop her into my arms and head back to the house. She smiles and snuggles her head against my chest as she snakes one arm around my neck and curls some of my hair around her fingertip.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

My only reply is a soft kiss on her forehead.

Chapter6

Jessie

He smells so good as I press my face against his chest. I guess he doesn’t have his mask on as he warned me not to take off my blindfold, but I still know this is my vampire. His hair is a little longer than normal and it reaches his collar. I curl a wet strand of it around my finger as he carries me through the trees.

I hope we’re heading back to the house. As much fun as this has been, I need some warmth, a soak in the tub and some food.

A few moments later, he stops and sets me down on my feet.

And then he is gone. I wait for further instructions but there are none. With trembling hands, I reach for my blindfold and untie it. Blinking as I remove the soft material from my eyes, I see I’m standing on the decking of our house. The lights are on now and the place looks warm and inviting.

I walk through the open double doors and into the lounge. My purse is on the coffee table and I breathe a sigh of relief because now we won’t have to go looking for it tomorrow.

My clothes are torn and soaked through. My knees are scratched and bleeding and I have cum dripping down the inside of my thighs. My hair is dripping with rain. I reach up and push a wet strand from my forehead, pulling out a stray twig that’s tangled at the roots. I caught a glimpse of myself in the glass door on the way in and figured I looked like I’d just stepped straight out of a horror movie.

Shane is sitting on the sofa with his cell phone in his hand. He looks up when he hears my wet sneakers squeaking on the polished wooden floor. “Rough day, sweetheart?”

I arch an eyebrow at him. “You could say that.”

Mikey stands in the kitchen doorway, his arms crossed over his bare chest and his legs crossed at the ankles. He lets out a soft whistle, making me turn my attention to him.

“You really went all out on your costume, Red. What is it? Like, zombie cheerleader or something?” he grins at me.

“Just a cheerleader, actually,” I try to blow a piece of hair from my forehead but it remains stubbornly in place, stuck with the weight of the water.

He narrows his eyes at me as he rubs a hand over his beard. “Hmm. I like it anyway,” he finally says before he turns and heads back into the kitchen.

“Where are Conor and Liam?” I ask Shane.

“No idea,” he says with a shake of his head. “Why don’t you go see if you can find them? Dinner will be another hour.”

“They’re not going to jump out on me with an axe or anything, are they? I think my heart has had enough drama for one night.”

“Now, why would they do that, sweetheart?” he asks with a grin.

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