outrage and brattiness aside, they had been nothing except kind and
gentle, showing each one of us undeniable pleasure.
I wanted to keep the friends I had made. I wanted to know more
about myself and, all said and done, I wanted Camila. Yeah, she
terrified me in some ways, but I didn’t want to consider going the
rest of my life without seeing her again. I doubted they would let me
just hang out if I turned this chance down.
I held out my hand, palm up. Camila was out of bed and back
with a short silver blade and thin black box in less than a moment.
She took my outstretched hand and waited for me to look into
her eyes.
“Ginger Elizabeth Carmichael…” She smirked as she said my
middle name.
“Okay. Don’t get cocky with it.” I scowled.
“Will you allow me to bind you to myself, my sister-queens,
and to your sisters?”
“Yes.” I barely said the word with any volume, but I knew
she’d heard me. My palm burned as the blade came down across
my skin. I was proud of myself for not flinching. Camila dropped
the knife and quickly sealed the cut. As her tongue trailed over the
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wound, the cool, soothing sensation spread through my hand. She
lifted her head and the cut was completely healed. I watched her
patiently as she reached for the thin black box and took out the last
of the thirteen necklaces.
She held the ruby up, letting the dim light catch it before she
fastened the platinum links around my neck.
“You’re mine now, Red,” she said with an evil grin. I had a
snappy comeback, but I didn’t get a chance to use it.
Camila pushed me back on the bed and then she kissed me.
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Chapter fOur
The kiss didn’t last long enough. The soft sweep of her
tongue over my lips was perfect, intoxicating, and the
moment she pushed her way gently into my mouth I realized that
she tasted just as delicious as she smelled. I lifted my head, wanting
more, but she pulled away and sat back on her knees.
She looked over my body, at my breasts, and down to my hips
that were still covered with her blankets and sheets. I followed her
gaze and suddenly struck shy, pulled the blanket over my chest.
Camila chuckled to herself, flashing the sharp tips of her fangs.
What?” I asked, all my nipple-stroking confidence gone.
“Nothing,” she said with a slight shake of her head. “I was just
wondering what would be the best way to repay you.”
“Repay me?” I didn’t like the way that sounded.
“Repay may be the wrong word.” Her tongue crept out and
traced her bottom lip. I gasped a little. “I understand how my bite
can make you feel, but I want to give you more than that.”
“Why?” I pulled the blanket up even further.
She leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips, but she
left the blanket where it was. “I’ve already told you.” She kissed me
again. “You’ve bound yourself to me, and you’ve given me your
blood, but remember that last thing I wanted?”
“The part with the fucking,” I managed to squeak out.
“Right, Red. The part with the fucking. I’m just wondering
where you’d like me to start.”
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“Uh…” I had my ideas, but I had no experience to go on. Not
to mention her “Do Me Now” voice and those eyes were making it
impossible for me to form a complete sentence. And the kissing, it
wasn’t helping either.
“That is if you’re okay with, you know, going all the way,” she
said.Did I want my first time to be with the sexiest being I had ever
seen, even if she was an undead demon-queen? Yes. Yes, I did. I
may have even wanted her to bite me again.
I nodded wide-eyed.
“Why don’t you lie back down?”
Right, I could do that. I slid back against her pillows and made
myself comfortable—well, as comfortable as I could be while nearly
hyperventilating.
She pulled back the sheets and climbed over me before
wrapping the sheet back over us both. It was still dim in the room,
but light enough that the dark sheets didn’t hide the curves of her
breasts as they swept past mine. I swallowed thickly as she held
herself up with one hand and pulled off her underwear with the
other. A tingling set off in my throat as our legs brushed together.
Once her underwear was tossed aside, probably lost to the abyss
at the foot of the bed along with the tracksuit, she settled herself
casually between my legs. My pussy throbbed as her stomach pressed
against me. My clit pulsed through my soaked hairs, the only thing
keeping the over sensitive tip from rubbing directly against her skin.
My heart thudded up somewhere near my throat. I almost choked
when she reached up and pulled my new ruby pendant from my hair
and centered it back on its chain between my breasts.
“So.” Camila’s finger began tracing the edge of my nipple. It
felt pretty close to awesome. “I have good news and I have bad
news, which might also be good news depending on how you look
at it. Which would you like first?”
“Um, the bad news.” I looked at her lips, hoping she would kiss
me again soon.
“I haven’t gotten off in the way I like to in a few days. That’s a
long time for me, so we might be here a while.”
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Watching her mouth move while she was pressed against my
crotch was a little too much. I looked up to her eyes. Possibly a
dumber idea. “What’s the bad news?”
“You’re so cute.” She huffed a short laugh. This time the
flirtatious comment was just that. If my cuteness kept her between
my legs, then cute it was.
“What’s the good news?”
“It would be better if I showed you.”
“Okay.” My voice came out just above a whisper. This part
should be easier. She’d already fingered me, kissed me, gnawed on
my neck a little. Having sex with Camila was just a matter of taking
things a step further. I could do it. Piece of cake.
My eyes stung for a moment as I swallowed. Again.
“Don’t be nervous, Red,” Camila said. She lightly brushed my
hair away from my forehead. That worked. I closed my eyes and let
out a deep breath. When I opened my eyes she was smiling down at
me. I bit my lip and almost managed not to grin back.
“Come here,” she said. I lifted my head and met her halfway
as she kissed me once more, slowly brushing her lips back and forth
across my mouth.
“Just move with me.”
And that’s what I did.
Camila braced her hands on either side of my shoulders then
shifted herself up and over until our legs were intertwined, her wet,
bare slit pressed against mine. She was so wet. Slippery and hot. It
felt so good I almost didn’t want her to move. The pressure on my
clit was perfect. Or so I thought until she started rocking her hips.
My hands flew to her waist and I held on. I had no idea what I’d
been missing, just how good it would feel to have someone between
my legs, someone like Camila.
Her mouth was on mine a second later, swallowing my moans
and cries while we thrust against each other. She wasn’t gentle, but
I liked it. She dipped her tongue into my mouth over and over. I
caught it when I could, sucked on its soft sweetness, and when that
wasn’t enough, she used her teeth, matched the push and retreat of
her hips with light nips of her fangs along my bottom lip.
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Heat flashed through my whole body as we continued to move
together. This was so much better than rubbing myself in the privacy
of my dorm, so much better than I thought it would be with anyone
else. I moved my hips faster against her body, but kept my hands
where they were on her sides. I wanted to touch her all over. I
wanted grab and pinch her breasts and her perfectly round ass, but
I was so close to coming and suddenly doubting any acute motor
skills I’d acquired in the last eighteen years, doing what she’d said,
moving along with the thrusting motion of her body seemed like the
best thing to do. We could come and then later, much later, when I
had some clue what I was doing, I would get fancy with my hands.
Without warning, Camila broke from our kiss and threw her
head back. Her fangs were all the way out, long and shining in the
dim light as she purred my name.
“Ah. Ah,” I panted desperately in response. My clit twitched
sharply against her, overcome by the sensations my own pussy lips
and her warm body had to offer. My eyes squeezed shut as I was
blinded for a moment and then I came all over her leg.
Camila was right behind me. She ground down even harder
against my thigh, and then I felt the wet rush of her orgasm.
“Fuck! Me!” Her scream echoed off the high, black ceiling.
The sound sent my body off, shuddering with one last aftershock as
her rocking motions slowed then stopped completely. I stared up at
her, trying to catch my breath.
With a loud exhale, she rolled off me, licking her lips and fangs.
We lay there together for a few moments, both of us panting, me
a little more so because she hadn’t stopped touching me. Her fingers
swept the now damp hair off the nape of my neck then she brushed
across my collarbone. I looked back at her, gazing at her smooth,
golden skin and her beautifully hard nipples. I couldn’t stop staring.
“What is it, Red?” she asked.
“I was just wondering…” She sounded genuinely interested in
what was on my mind, but I couldn’t finish the thought. It was too
ridiculous.
“Don’t make me bite you again.” Some threat, but I knew she
was serious.
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“I was just thinking…you’re not human, right?”
“Not anymore, that’s correct.”
“Well, it’s just interesting. I think I was expecting you to do
something differently when you came.” I mean, the way she purred
my name was a little different, and I didn’t sprout razor-sharp teeth
at the heights of ecstasy, but I mean…
“You have to remember, Red, I’m still a woman. Same parts.”
“I know.” I scowled back at her.
She jumped up to her knees and grabbed me by my legs.
I squealed as she threw my calves over her shoulders. “What
are you doing?” She paused before our pussies made contact. I knew
exactly what she was doing, I just didn’t know why.
“Are you tired?”
“No.” I wasn’t tired at all. That first orgasm had barely taken
the edge off. I could definitely stand to come a few more times,
especially with her.
“Well.” She nicked my ankle with her teeth then slowly
licked my calf before she went on. I whimpered pathetically and
let my eyes roll back in my head. They stayed there as she rolled
her hips and drew her pussy down the length of my spread slit. I
made a strangled noise, something between a moan, a scream, and
a gargle.
“We can do more of this.” She kept up the motions, back and
forth, rocking against me. Her clit brushed against mine. “Or I can
tuck you in and you can go to sleep.”
“No.” My head flopped from side to side on the pillow. “More
of this,” I said. “Definitely more of this.”
❖
When I woke up again, it was actually morning and Camila was
in bed with me. I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as I stretched
between the sheets. My body was sore in all the best places. My
inner thighs had been held open to make room for Camila’s strong
hips and her soft, wet pussy. My shoulders ached from having my
hands pinned above my head when she decided to take me again.
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But my neck felt amazing, even though she had bitten me again and
then one more time before we were completely spent.
I felt the warmth of her chest against my back. Her soft
fingertips gently caressed my hair and my cheek. I rolled into her
embrace, looking into her eyes.
“Hey.”
“Hello.” Camila leaned forward and kissed me. Her soft tongue
pushed it back in, and my pussy soaked for her all over again. I was
still half asleep, my eyes and my head still clouded with memories
of the night, but that only seemed to make the kiss better.
I’d slept like the dead, that deep, dreamless sleep where you’re
surprised you didn’t drool all over yourself when you finally lifted
your head off the pillow. I might as well have been in a coma. Those
few hours of unconsciousness hadn’t been enough to make me
forget just how talented Camila was with her hands and her mouth.
I had no idea if I was a good kisser or not. Todd had burst in
on my one and only kiss. My neighbor, Kristen had left for soccer
training at UVA before I got a chance to ask her for an honest
assessment. Camila could have been faking it, letting me feel like
she enjoyed kissing me as much as I enjoyed kissing her, but I didn’t
get that feeling at all. Camila made me feel like I was a freaking
expert. As the night went on, I loved the way she moaned when our
tongues slowly touched. It took a few tries, but eventually I figured
out that licking her fangs was a surefire way to make her growl. And
she really growled, this deep, rumbling noise like a tiger, a sound
that made me shiver.
So at least I had the kissing thing down. I wasn’t sure about
everything else. I’d lost count of how many times I’d come the night
before, but I did know that Camila had done all the work and I had
a lot to learn. Hopefully, she would teach me.
She pulled away slowly, but continued to lay soft kisses across
my cheeks. Then on the tip of my nose.
“Are you still angry with me for bringing you here?” Her voice
was low but clear. Vampires probably never woke up groggy. She
kissed me right below my ear.
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“I’ll let you know when I see the inside of my dorm room
again,” I replied. Finding my voice wasn’t much of a distraction
from her hand slipping between my legs.
“That sounds fair. I’m glad you’re awake.”
“Really? Why?” I moaned.
“Cleo is going to barge in here any moment to wake you for
breakfast.” Her middle finger parted my slit.
“You’re the queen. Can’t you tell her to go away?” I gasped as
she moved up and down. This was no way to carry on a conversation.
“I’d love to keep you in my bed all day long, but maybe I
should let you see the outdoors. It’s better to keep a willing captive.”
I’d planned on spending my whole day in the library. I had
an English paper to start, a stats test to study for, notes to organize
for my dance and culture class—my favorite and the most pointless
prereq for my major—and I had to meet with my lab partner, Greg.
I knew she was safe, but I needed to talk to Amy. When Camila slid
her fingers back inside me, I figured all that could wait.
“Was it so bad?” She was talking about more than just my
initiation.
“No,” I whimpered.
“I’m glad I could change your mind.” She pulled her fingers
from between the sheets, and my eyes snapped wide as she licked
them clean. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment.”
Camila slid out of bed. If her back hadn’t been to me, she
would have seen my tortured looks as she pulled her clothes back
on. She walked over to the door and opened it for Cleo and Paige.
They hadn’t knocked.
“Hi,” Cleo said, smiling bashfully at Camila.
“Hi,” she replied.
“We came for Ginger.” I’d only known her a few days, but I’d
never seen Cleo acting this sweet.
Camila turned toward me and licked her lips before she said
my name. My cheeks and my neck were instantly hot. “Ginger, you
have some visitors.”
“Outta bed, maggot.” And like that, the Cleo I knew and loved
was back. “We got a full day ahead of us. Breakfast is at oh-nine
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hundred sharp. You will be on time or you will not eat and you will