Filed to story: The Vampire Prince’s Bride
“Oh, Sean.” She sighed, as if I were a clueless child. “I know far more than you could ever imagine.”
Another cryptic statement.
I was about to ask what she meant, but there was a knock on the door.
“Room service,” the person called from the other side.
I opened the door, and the server rolled in a cart topped with every dessert on the menu. I gave him a nice tip, and after setting up our table, he was on his way.
“What’ll it be?” I asked Laila, motioning to the display before us.
“I don’t know.” She smiled coyly and twisted a strand of hair around her finger. “What do you want?”
“Ladies first,” I said, since two could play this game. “I insist.”
She chose the molten lava cake. I wasn’t surprised, since girls usually went for chocolate. But I rarely ate dessert-I had to stay in shape for training-so I went for the fruit bowl.
“You’re not going to indulge?” Laila raised an eyebrow. “You’re missing out.” She savored a bite of her cake, looking extraordinarily sexual while doing so.
With her gazing at me like that, how could I refuse?
I replaced my fruit bowl with the apple pie a la mode and took a bite. She was right-the dessert was delicious.
“That’s more like it,” she said, taking another bite of her cake.
We tried everything on the platter until we were so full that we might burst. Once finished, there was still a decent amount left over. But given the amount we’d started with, we did a pretty good job.
“What was your favorite?” I asked, finally laying my spoon down in defeat.
“I haven’t tasted my favorite yet.” She slithered over to me and sat on my lap, draping an arm around my neck.
“Oh yeah?” I was surprised by her boldness, but hey, I wasn’t complaining. “What’s your favorite?”
“You.” She brought her lips to mine and quickly deepened the kiss, as if she’d been waiting for this moment all night.
I brushed my tongue against hers, enjoying the foreplay. She tasted as delicious as she smelled. Then I scooped her up and brought her to the bed, laying her down and hovering above her. She gazed up at me with those big blue eyes, and I smiled at the knowledge that this beautiful creature was mine for the night.
I captured her mouth in mine again and lowered my body on top of hers, not wanting any space left between us.
She arched up to meet me, and I reached for the bottom of her top, starting to remove it. I couldn’t wait to see her body-I bet it was as beautiful and as perfect as the rest of her.
But her hand rushed to mine, stopping me.
“What?” I was confused-I thought she wanted this.
She flipped me over with more strength than I’d given her credit for, and she straddled me, smirking down at me. “Not yet, Sean.” Her voice sounded different than before-sharper and crueler. “There’ll be time for all of that-and more-later. But first, I need to taste you.”
Before I could ask what she meant, she smiled-revealing sharp fangs that definitely hadn’t been there earlier-lowered her head to my neck, and pierced my skin.
I tried to push her off of me, but she gripped my wrists and pinned them above my head. I struggled, but it was no use-my strength was nothing compared to hers.
How was that possible? I was a future Olympian and she was a girl less than half my size.
She must have drugged me. She’d certainly had plenty of opportunities throughout the evening to slip something into my drink. It would also explain the fangs, because that had to be a hallucination.
“Crazy bitch!” I continued to struggle, even though it was futile. “Get off me!”
She lifted her head from my neck and smiled, my blood coating her lips. “Don’t make another noise.” Her voice took on that musical quality from when we’d been at the bar-when she’d asked me to invite her to her room.
I opened my mouth to scream again, but no sound came out. So I thrust my head forward and knocked it into hers, hoping to catch her unaware.
My head felt like it had collided with a brick wall. I fell back into the pillow, the world spinning around me.
Laila was unfazed.
“Stop fighting me.” Her voice still had that musical quality, and as if by magic, I stopped struggling.
I wanted to fight, but I couldn’t.
All I could do was stare up at her in terror.
“This will all be over soon,” she said. “I promise.” She lowered her mouth to my neck again, and I felt colder and colder and she sucked the blood from my body.
I tried to stay awake, but eventually, there was no fighting it anymore.
The world grew hazy around the edges, and everything went dark.M y throat was on fire, burning so badly that I couldn’t swallow. It was the telltale sign of getting sick.
At least I’d picked up this virus after the Global Aquatics Championship. I’d have to take it easy with training the next few days, but I’d been able to help my team secure the gold. That was what mattered.
But it wasn’t just my throat that didn’t feel right. The rest of me felt empty, too. All the way down to my bones.
I was starving. I’d never been so hungry in my life.
How long had it been since I’d eaten?