Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
“I had to show you that I can’t die.”
“Can’t die?” I snort. “What are you, a vampire?”
His gaze is sharp and steady on me. “Yes.”
This is the moment. When a vampire tells a human that they’re a vampire, there generally isn’t a lot of fanfare. The minute a vampire speaks its name, speaks the truth, is the moment that the veil is lifted from the human’s eyes. They finally see what they’ve only subconsciously known all along. There might be some pushback, some refusal to believe, but they come around quickly.
Or so I’ve been told. I’ve always believed in them from day one.
Which begs the question: “Why did you just stab yourself?” I ask. “You could have just told me.”
He tilts his head at me, frowning. “Because you were very adamant you didn’t believe in the supernatural. I thought you’d need more of a push.”
I shrug and look down at the floor where his blood has spilled. “You could have not and saved your rug.”
He gives me a half-smile, blinking in confusion. “So that’s it? You believe me?”
“Now that you’ve told me, yeah I believe it. You’ve been doing a few things that I’ve tried to make sense of. Doing Jedi mind tricks on the teacher. Having superhuman strength. Being able to come a million times and still be hard.”
“Hey, that last one isn’t a vampire thing, that’s all me.”
Whatever you say.
“Anyway,” he goes on, waving his arm around. “I suppose I like a dramatic reveal. I am the one they call Dracula, anyway.”
Oh I was wondering when he was going to drop that one. Straight off the bat it seems. I wonder how badly he’s been waiting to tell me that.
I fold my arms across my chest. “Oh really?”
He nods, a sly smile lifting his lips. He wiggles his brows. “Oh yes. The one and only.”
“So you really are a count,” I muse.
“I really am a lord,” he says. “Your lord.”
I grin at him, elated that we’re finally on the same page. Or at least a partial page. I run my hand over his chest, tracing the wound which is in the midst almost being healed over, though it’s still red and raw. “Tell me, Count Dracula, did it hurt when you stabbed yourself in the heart?”
He winces. “Yes. A lot.”
I shake my head. “So I suppose you want me to do something to make it better?”
Now he’s full-on grinning. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no.”
I run my hands down over his taut stomach, sliding down beneath the waistband of his sweatpants, wrapping my hand around the thick hot length of his cock. The man gets hard in less than a second.
“So,” he says to me, a heated look washing over his eyes as he stares down at me, “you don’t have any questions for me?”
Right. I guess I should be asking him a million things about being a vampire, acting like I don’t already know. What I really want to talk about is Saara and Aleksi, but that will come later.
He’s the one who’s coming now.
“I do,” I tell him, batting my eyes at him as I stroke him. “I just find myself compelled to suck your dick. Are you compelling me to do that? Put your big fat cock in my hot little mouth? Want me to be a good little slut for my vampire lord?”
“Christ on a bike,” he says through a gasp, eyes going wide at my dirty talk. “I should have told you this much earlier.”
I grin and quickly yank down his pants, his cock bobbing free, then drop to my knees. I wrap my hands around it again, slowly working them along his shaft, squeezing as I go. “Tell me what you want me to do,” I whisper, teasing the tip of his dick with my tongue, tasting the salty hit of his precum.
“Call me your lord again and gag on it,” he growls, grabbing my hair and pushing my head forward onto his cock, my mouth taking him in.
Fuck, I love it when he’s bossy like this. A switch gets turned on in my brain that makes me become so obedient, like he could do anything he wants. Part of me wonders if that really is about being compelled. Maybe it’s not so much something vampires do but that people naturally want to be compelled by them.
And, fuck, do I want to be compelled by him.
I swallow him all the way to the hilt and then slowly ease back, sucking hard as I go. “Harder,” he tells me, and I suck him deeper, until he’s hitting the back of my throat. “Take my cock like a little slut.”
His hips start thrusting, fucking my mouth slowly, his tight balls slapping against my chin as he holds me in place. I’m not going anywhere, not that I want to. I’m all too happy in my place on my knees, sucking on my vampire lord. It feels so much more freeing now that the truth is out in the open.