My wits gathering around me reluctantly, I said, “When Sir wishes, this sub is ready.”
“You’re sure?” The crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened. Dan enjoyed himself way too much.
“I’m sure.”
I was wrong.
Dan gripped his cock, swirling the head in my wetness. Still insanely swollen and sensitive down there, I groaned as my body re-ignited. Maybe I should have asked for a few more minutes before he took me. Maybe a few days, even.
He didn’t give me the chance. Dan’s thrust was hard and swift, and I thought my head would blow right off my shoulders. Still engorged, still tight from the Orgasm From Hell that he’d given me, my sleeve yielded as reluctantly as a teenaged virgin’s. I shrieked in mingled pleasure and pain as his thick cock invaded.
All hunger and brutal need, Dan gave me no mercy. His hips beat a primitive tattoo against me, our flesh slap-slapping in rhythmic fury. My insides gathered in a ball once more, twisting tighter and tighter, readying for another cataclysm.
“Noooo…” I strangle-screamed as my belly twirled in a tight spiral, curling in on itself until the tension broke, and I shrieked bedlam once more.
As I jerked in a convulsive fit of rapture, I was dimly aware of Dan losing his rhythm. His bellow joined my screams, and his cock jerked hard within me. My pussy spasmed and grabbed at him, milking him for every precious drop it could gather. It greedily drank him down, and he groaned my name three times before collapsing over me.
Pleasantly crushed beneath him, I slowly settled down, riding each dwindling wave like an obsessive-compulsive surfer. My arms circled around his neck, and I twined my legs in his. Heaven help me, he felt so right. More right than any bloodsucking vampire could possibly be.
Maybe one man could find a way to make me his and his only. Maybe I would learn to trust. But the fear remained and was joined by a new terror.
I really cared for Dan. I was maybe even falling in love. But knowing myself so well, I didn’t fear just for me and my bruised heart. Now I thought I’d end up hurting Dan in the long run.
Darn him for being so perfect.
Chapter Fourteen
I knew day had dawned when Tristan appeared in the head librarian’s office door. He stared at me and Dan. Dan was engrossed in some Walt Whitman poetry that had just appeared on the shelves a few hours ago. Apparently, the deceased writers and poets only had to wish their works into the places where the literature-starved dead gathered. Sort of like how the King George Hotel’s chef fed us his memories of delicious cuisine. The netherworld was magical when you got past the morbid aspects of it.
I wallowed in frustrated enjoyment of a nearly-impossible Sudoku puzzle. Doing battle with grids of numbers proved a pleasant way to pass the time once Dan and I had exhausted our more wanton urges for awhile. Now my mind wanted a workout.
I began to see the possibilities for the next several hundred years or so. Languages I could learn, the books to be read, new knowledge to be gained. Dan had told me he liked to, excuse the pun, haunt the local college and attend the lectures. Surely I could put off the boredom that afflicted so many of the earthbound dead for several centuries.
The movement at the office door filled me with dread. Somehow I knew it was Tristan before I looked up. I didn’t want to look at him, not after I’d seen him and Patricia go full predator. I’m like Lot’s wife though. I just have to look.
Tristan stared at me, his too-handsome, too-human face worried. And darn if my heart didn’t go pitter-pat at the sight of him. It was like he was a set of twins; one all scary and evil, the other a disheveled angel.
I sighed. When Tristan wasn’t a vampire, I felt as gooey for him as I did Dan. Maybe he and I didn’t sing the same tune, but only because his nighttime persona freaked me out. If not for the bloodsucking side of Tristan, I’d be equally besotted with him as with my Marlboro Man.
I’m a smart enough girl to realize that my interest in Tristan kept me in Dan’s arms though. If Dan had been my only option for romance, I’d be running for the hills, unable to deal with the terror of putting my trust in one man. I also realized that this situation was terribly unfair to them both.
Knowing something and being able to change it are two entirely different things.
I stood, putting my puzzle down. I noticed how Dan kept his eyes on his book as I walked past the desk on my way to speak with Tristan. I went into the office, and the vampire closed the door behind me.
Without preamble, Tristan said, “I could kill Augustus for making you watch that. I know he has his reasons for what he does and they’re usually very good, but that’s not how I wanted you to see me.”