Chapter 13

 

 

 

So I was a vampire.

That’s what they told me, when I woke up, lying on a bed in one of the bedrooms in the basement of Cam’s home. Yeah, that whole coffin thing? Apparently a myth.

“Hungry,” I croaked. My throat was dry, my veins felt as though they’d collapsed in on themselves. Hell, that was probably exactly what happened.

Cam was there, as was Anya. And Parnell. And a woman I’d never seen before. Human. My focus narrowed in on her neck, on the jugular pulsing there. My mouth watered and something was happening to my teeth. Lifting my hand, I touched razor sharp…fangs.

Yep, definitely a vampire.

“I want…I’m hungry. No, thirsty…” I sounded like I had a lisp. No other vampire I’d met spoke like this, so hopefully it would go away. In time. Hell, I had a lot of it now. An eternity.

“This is Ebony,” Parnell said, indicating the lovely human woman with dark skin, generous breasts, a head of kinky curls, and the most beautiful veins I’d ever seen.

“She’s been a blood courtesan for a very long time and is comfortable with pretty much anything we can come up with. “ He gave the courtesan a quick smile. “She offered to be your first.”

“My first?” My experience as a blood courtesan involved blood and sex. Did he think I’d changed preferences now that I was a vampire?

Parnell glanced at Cam and Anya. “I can handle it from here.”

Anya wrung her hands. “We’ll be right out—” She nodded at the door.

Cam placed his hand on the small of her back. “We’ll be upstairs,” he said, leading her away.

“Abigail.” My name was a whisper from Parnell’s lips. Ebony walked around to the other side of the bed, distracting me from his touch as he stroked my cheek. That pulsing vein was far too far away at the moment.

She sat on the bed, her narrow, tight skirt riding high on her thighs, her plump breasts swelling over the rounded neck of her blouse. Parnell sat next to her, and with remarkable gentleness, pulled me to him, positioning me until I straddled his lap.

“Hello, Ebony,” I said shyly, as I realized Parnell’s intent.

“Hey, Abby. Vampire suits you.”

“Thanks.” I touched my hair while glancing down at my body. As much as I could tell, it looked exactly the same as it had when I was human.

Parnell grasped the strap of the negligée someone had dressed me in, since the last I remembered, I wore a sundress that had been coated with my own blood. I tried to stop him when he dragged it down my arm, but he pushed my hand away and the garment drooped, exposing my breast. “So lovely,” he whispered, his gaze on my chest. Ebony watched but made no move to touch either of us. “Are you ready, my love?”

“I’m ravenous,” I promptly replied. Ironic that we never made it to that dinner he promised me on my last night as a human. Now I was about to indulge in an entirely different sort of meal.

“Ebony?” He held out his hand, palm up, and she lay her arm across it. Looking at me, he lifted her wrist and flicked out his tongue, swiping along the vein throbbing there. My heart rate kicked up a notch. I licked my lips, staring at the wet bit of skin on her inner arm. And then he held it to my mouth. “Drink,” he commanded, and I didn’t hesitate to stab her with my fangs. Warm, rich blood poured into my mouth.

I drank greedily while Parnell fondled my breast, cupping it and then twisting the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I ground my hips against him, seeking friction, needing release for this almost painful coiling sensation in my lower belly.

“Enough,” he commanded, and he tugged Ebony’s arm away from me. I let go reluctantly, still licking my lips and riding him, rubbing against the hardness in his lap while he sealed her wounds with his saliva. It wasn’t blood I was needy for anymore.

“Thank you, Ebony,” Parnell said. “You may go. I’ll deposit your payment by night’s end.”

“No problem, Parnell,” she said as she stood and smoothed the front of her skirt. “I know you’re good for it. See you all around.”

I had no idea if she actually left, because Parnell pushed me off his lap. While I complained, he grasped my nightie and pulled it over my head, dropping it on the floor. Then he quickly removed his clothing. I stared at his bobbing, thick, heavy cock, my mouth watering, my fangs not retracting. If anything, they got longer still.

“Turn around and place your hands on the bed.”

With a gasp, I did as he commanded, pressing my palms to the comforter with my ass thrust into the air. I closed my eyes when I felt his hand on the small of my back, and then I gasped again when he trailed his fingers down along my seam, dancing through the wetness there. I whimpered, a shiver wracking my body.

Something else rubbed against my ass, something bigger and firmer than his fingers. Glancing over my shoulder, I watched as he held his cock and pushed it between my legs, smoothing it back and forth, coating himself with my arousal. And then I glanced up and held his gaze while he grasped my hip, lifting me until I stood on tiptoes, and then he surged forward, thrusting into me. I whipped my head around and scrabbled for purchase against the blanket as my entire body slammed against the bed from the impact.

He pulled out and did it again, and again, and again, while I locked my elbows and pressed against the bed so I could take it all, everything he offered. The friction, the way he filled me, the punishing pace, his grunts of pleasure, his fingers digging into my flesh as he squeezed my hips; it was almost too much. I climbed so fast, I swore I was getting dizzy as that coil tightened and twisted in my belly.

And then he abruptly pulled out and flung me around, pushing me to my knees on the carpet. “Bite me,” he said. “While we will both need human blood to sustain us, sharing what is in our systems will strengthen our bond. And it’s—”

I sank my fangs into his meaty thigh, greedily sucking at the puncture wounds while he groaned and feverishly stroked his cock.

“So fucking erotic,” he choked out, his hips bucking. “I want you to swallow me down, baby.”

Extracting my fangs, I gave his leg a swipe with my tongue before widening my lips and shifting my focus to the left, cupping his ass while I sucked his cock into my mouth. He twined his hands in my hair and used it for leverage as he fucked my mouth, his hips pistoning, his dick swelling and hardening further. My nails pierced the skin on his ass, probably drawing blood, and I sucked harder, my tongue stroking that vein running along the underside of his cock.

He yelled something intelligible while his movements became crazed, out of control, his hips jerking while he let go, spurting his release down my throat. I swallowed it down greedily, taking everything he offered and wanting more. I’d never get enough of this man. Not for all of eternity.

After a long moment, his hips rocked slower and slower, until he stood there, stroking my hair, while I kneeled before him and licked his softening penis clean. His eyes were hooded, his lips parted on a small O, his fangs fully extended. Gently, he lifted me to my feet and pulled me into a hug, burying his face in my hair and holding me so tightly, it likely would have hurt if I were still human. When he released me, he kissed me softly on the lips and then scooped me into his arms and laid me on the bed.

I stared up at him, not moving, waiting. I still needed my own release. Maybe he wanted to watch while I brought myself to orgasm with my own fingers. I was about to reach down when he moved, leaning over and extracting something from the bedside table. It was a pink, penis-shaped vibrator. Examining the pliable yet firm item, he mused, “Why are they always pink or purple? Do women wish our dicks were these colors?”

I giggled. “No idea.”

Holding the pink penis in his hand, he climbed onto the bed, spreading my legs so he could crawl between them. He lay on his stomach and ran his finger through my wetness while I dropped my head against the pillow and closed my eyes, my body tensing, my fingers curling into the blanket.

Something nudged at my opening—the vibrator, I presumed. He rubbed it all around, using my arousal for lubricant, and then he pushed it into me, pumping a few times without turning it on. I squirmed, my inner muscles clamping around the toy, my body trying to pull it deeper, wanting those soft spikes at the base to stroke against the most sensitive spot inside my body.

He shifted, and then his rough, wet tongue swiped against my clit, while at the same time, he flipped the vibrator on. I arched and cried out and he pressed his other hand against my hip, holding me still. With his tongue lapping at me and the humming toy being worked steadily in and out while the little nubs at the base kept rubbing against me, the orgasm he’d abruptly cut off so I could fellate him roared back to life, slamming into me like fireworks exploding, bursting to life in the sky before glittering and raining down on us like a thousand shimmering stars.

He didn’t stop, even when I squirmed because the intensity was too much. Instead, he reached up and cupped my breast, kneading it gently with one hand, while the other continued to fuck me with the toy and he suckled my nub. I stopped trying to shimmy away from him and let my legs drop open to he could have full access to my body. Anything he wanted, it was his. I was his.

For all eternity.

“Parnell,” I whispered, another orgasm building. “I love you.”

The vibrator stilled. Well, the thrusting did anyway. And his lips. And his hand on my breast. He lifted his head and looked at me. I swear there was moisture in his eyes.

“No words have ever sounded sweeter,” he said, his voice rough. He pulled out the vibrator and dropped it onto the comforter, still humming, while he lifted himself up, moving so he lay between my legs and we were face to face. His erection, back to full mast, nudged at my tingling opening.

He kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I tasted my own arousal and arched, wanting him to fill me, needing another release. Together this time.

“I love you, my Abigail,” he said as he flexed his hips and impaled me. Grasping my thigh, he lifted my leg until my knee pressed into my shoulder, and he bent his own knees for leverage as he pumped, a steady yet unhurried pace. Like we had all the time in the world to do this. Which was true. We had all eternity.

Except neither of our bodies was prepared to wait that long. He sank his fangs into my neck and I lost all control, my inner muscles squeezing him as I climaxed, triggering his own, and he poured his seed into me, filling me, until we gradually stopped moving and eventually dozed, our limbs entwined, his semi-erect penis still inside me, the vibrator gently humming away, lying next to my hip.

***

When I next opened my eyes, the vibrator had stopped and Parnell lay underneath me, one arm wrapped around the pillow behind his head, the other stroking my back, his gaze on my face.

“What happened to Tilde? And Jorge? The resort?” I asked.

“When the other residents got wind of his racket, they were, understandably, upset. One of the women went home to her estranged husband, who happens to be a criminal lawyer. Also, it appears he didn’t ever want his wife to leave him in the first place, because they are, as I understand it, back together, happy, and he is pressing charges against Jorge for every possible transgression he can come up with. The resort has been shut down, permanently, no doubt.”

“Good.” While I understood the pain those women were in, what attracted them to Jorge’s resort; no one deserved what he was doing to them, even under the guise of helping them through their heartbreaks.

“I don’t know what happened to Tilde. She wasn’t there when Cam’s men swept the area, cleaning up the carnage and putting everything back to rights.” He shrugged. “I assume she ran away.”

That was one friendship I wouldn’t be maintaining now that I was a vampire. Especially given her hatred of what I’d become.

“Are you okay?”

I lifted my head from where it had been pillowed on his chest and smiled at him in the semi-darkness. “I’m okay. Actually, I’m pretty damn fabulous at the moment.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know. But I am. I’m glad you guys chose to turn me instead of letting me die. And even if I hadn’t been on my deathbed when it happened, I’m still glad I’m a vampire.”

“Really?” He sounded so hopeful.

“Yes. I swear.”

His smile was watery, and I gave him a gentle kiss.

“Honestly, I wasn’t sure that night, before Hollis showed up. I thought … I thought it was our last night together. That in the morning, I’d pack my things and head to LA while you stayed here and did whatever it is vampires do. I got that you didn’t want me to become a vampire. It totally made sense to me.”

“You’re doing a marvelous job of making me feel guilty right now.”

“Why?”

“Because while Anya turned you, I made the final decision to do so.”

“Well, Hollis was the one who slit my throat, forcing your hand.” I ran my fingers along a ridge of skin on my neck. Scar tissue, I guessed. Looked like I’d forever have a memento of what happened. Not that I would ever have forgotten. “What happened to him, anyway?”

“Your sister ripped his head off his body. Pretty impressive feat, given how old he was and how young she is. But Cam was holding him down at the time, so I guess technically it was a combined effort. At any rate, he won’t bother us again. Ever again.”

“Good,” I said. Hard not to resent someone who slit your throat, even if the consequences ultimately were positive.

“Oh, I have something for you.” He lifted a long, narrow box off the bedside table. It was wrapped in colorful paper and topped with a hot pink bow.

“What’s this?”

“Your birthday gift. I’m sorry it’s late.”

“How late is it?”

“You were asleep for four days. Your birthday was yesterday.”

My body had been turning from human to vampire while I slept through my birthday. And now I, or at least my physical image, would be eternally twenty.

“Thank you.” I accepted the box, tearing off the paper and bow, tossing them to the floor before flipping open the lid. The initials PEC in gold scroll letters glittered up at me, connected to a slim, black ribbon. I touched the fancy pendant.

“It’s beautiful.”

He plucked the necklace from the box and fastened the felt band around my neck.

“I thought you’d like a way to disguise the scar.”

‘The initials are yours?”

He nodded.

“I love it. And you.” I trailed my fingers down his chest to the fine line of hair leading to his swelling cock. “Thus far, I’ve been very appreciative of the fact that Anya turned me.”

He made a strangled laughing noise as I wrapped my hand around his appendage and pumped. “I’m pleased to hear that. I’m happy to make you more appreciative any time you desire.”

“I believe I desire it again, right now.”

He positioned me so that I straddled him, the apex of my thighs cupping his cock.

“Move in with me, Abigail. I want to be with you, always. I want you by my side every moment of every night. And I want you sleeping in my bed next to me every day.”

“Oh, Parnell.” Tears swelled in my eyes. I smiled up at him. “Yes. Yes. Forever, yes.”

“For all eternity.”

 

 

The End

 

 

 

If you like Tami Lund’s vampires, you’ll love her shifters. Turn the page for a sneak peak of Into the Light, the first book in the Lightbearer series…