How to Discipline Your Vampire(74)

            I scrambled to get up, and clutched one of my knives. “Yes.”

            William hurried to the wall and grabbed a gun. “Downstairs is the safest place in the house,” he said. “We’ve had a couple of groups roaming this part of town for the last week. I think we should head for cover. We can get acquainted once we’re settled.”

            I nodded and followed him down the stairs. The panic was totally turning me on.

            The basement was dank and gloomy, but William managed to find the pull chain for the lightbulb and turned it on. There was a fridge and a futon, that was it.

            “Nothing fancy,” he apologized, “but it’s home. And you’re safe.”

            “It’s fine,” I said, sitting on the futon. “I just can’t believe there’s someone else who survived. I’ve been on my own for a while.”

            He sat down close to me, and put his hand on mine. “How did you survive?”

            I shrugged. “Kept my wits, and stayed on the main roads. I’d stop here and there in small towns, avoiding big cities. I used a few cars, too. Sometimes I’d sleep in them. You?”

            “My philosophy was to hunker down in one place and fortify it. I don’t know if you can tell, but I had some alarms rigged outside. That’s why I made the website—this place is safe.”

            I gripped his hand. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

            He smiled warmly. “Your presence here is thanks enough. I’ve been hoping for someone—anyone—to relieve my loneliness. Who would have thought it would be the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen?”

            I blushed and hid my smile with my hand. “Oh come on, you’re just saying that because you haven’t seen a woman in ages.”

            He brushed his hand along my palm. “No, I mean it.”

            I scooted toward him. “You’re not bad to look at, yourself.”

            He spread his hands wide. “At least I have all my body parts. Every guy who’s passed by here has been missing at least an arm or a nose.”

            I laughed, and snuggled into his shoulder. “You’re funny, too.”

            He jumped. “Shit.”

            Again, alarm ripped through my body. “What?”

            “I need to bolt the door to the basement. It sounds like they got inside.” He raced up the stairs and I watched him move a heavy board over the door.

            When he made his way back to the futon, his expression had become grave.

            “I’m scared,” I said, pulling him down to me.

            He raked both hands through my hair and cupped my face. “I’ll take care of you.”

            I swung a leg around his hips and scooted myself into his lap. “I bet you will.”

            He gripped my hips and nuzzled my neck, inhaling. “God, it’s been so long,” he whispered, grinding himself against me.

            “Fuck,” I moaned, clutching him and squirming against his crotch.

            He panted. “We may not have long until they break in,” he said, voice husky, “but I need you right now.”

            I pulled my jeans off as he frantically pulled his pants down to his knees. He cupped his hand between my legs and moaned at my wetness.

            I threw myself onto the futon and spread my legs for him. He watched me for a moment and stroked himself. I slid my finger inside and pulled it out, goading him. He kneeled between my knees and penetrated me swiftly. We both groaned quietly, trying in vain to control the noises we were making. It was hard to keep quiet, but we had to be safe.