How to Elude a Vampire (VRC: Vampire Related Crimes Book 2)

by Alice Winters

  “Did you like that?”

  “It was a bit slow, if I’m being honest.”

  “Oh… I thought if you were that excited that I unveiled my key, you’d like it better when I stuck it into a hole.”

  I snort. “When’d you become a pervert?”

  “You’re rubbing off on me, I think. I didn’t actually have an option.”

  “Ah. That makes sense that I pressured you into being a pervert when you’re an ancient vampire who could outrun me with your legs tied together.”

  “That’s very true. I’m glad you’re finally understanding the limitations of being a disgusting… I mean… human.”

  “Uh-huh. Well, this human is amazing, in case you didn’t know, because I have a lake house.”

  “Your father has a lake house.”

  “That’s mine.”

  “That’s not yours. What other things does he own that I don’t know about?”

  “Five wives and a donkey.”

  “How much of that is true?”

  “He owns like three homes across the country. He acts much more human than most vampires and was able to pretend to be human for many years. So he hit it big in the oil industry and just filled his pockets with money. He then poured that money into investments that continued allowing his wealth to grow. Like right now he doesn’t have to work, but he mostly just watches over the companies he’s grown. What about you? What’d you do to get rich?”

  “Um… I became a police officer.”

  I snort which makes him laugh.

  “I didn’t go the industrialization route. I just… floated along and did whatever struck me at the moment. I mean, I have money, but nothing like Orin. You’re probably disgusted by my quaint little home after living in luxury.”

  “Did you not see the place I lived in when I met you? I paid for that myself and it was half the size of your place. Orin would buy me a mansion in a heartbeat, but he also told me that he thinks it’s important that we learn how to manage our own finances and grow as a person. It’s real boring when he talks about that type of stuff. But if you want a mansion, Orin’ll buy one for us real quick!”

  “No. I like my house. I like it even more when you’re in it,” he says as I hit the lights on, illuminating the cabin. While we haven’t been here in a while, Orin has a cleaning company keep track of it, so it looks recently lived in.

  “I remember the first time we came here, I was blown away. I thought having a second home was something people only did in the movies. I was used to barely even having a home and then suddenly we had this giant mansion that I felt like I’d get lost in. I was allowed to eat anything in the fridge at any point. I could watch TV without having to go to the neighbors and stare through their window when they weren’t looking.”

  “I’m very glad you found Orin. I’m afraid you wouldn’t have turned out as happy as you are if you hadn’t.”

  “What? I thought that disgusted you! You were all ‘Disgusting human with human emotions and human happiness needs to fuck off.’ Remember?”

  He ignores me as he walks over to a fireplace. “Wow. Fireplace.”

  “Remember?”

  “I used to have to start a fire every morning, and I hated it so much. I debated throwing Claude into it on more than one occasion.”

  “Don’t distract me by fun stories of you torturing your brother. You know I love those,” I joke.

  “I know you do,” he teases. “Now… what’s first?”

  “Fire and marshmallows.”

  “Do we have marshmallows?”

  “Probably stale ones,” I say as I rush over to hunt them down. The dogs, who were busy sniffing every inch of the place, have to come over and stuff their noses into each cupboard as they help me look. Thankfully, I find a bag that’s only a little bit expired and rush right back outside where I let the dogs run loose.

  Marcus follows me over to the fire pit where I start tossing stuff into it.

  “You have to make a tepee with the wood to get the fire to start,” he explains as I dump more shit in a pile.

  “Is that how you did it in your caveman days?” I ask.

  “It’s so the air can flow under it. You’ll never get it started like that.”

  “Well… let’s see who can start a fire the quickest then. I’ll remove my stuff and we’ll start at the same time,” I decide.

  “Deal,” Marcus says, always the confident man. So as he tears up his little pieces of paper into shreds, I toss a whole newspaper into the fire and toss more wood on top of it.

  Marcus snickers to himself as he creates a little wood tepee, determined to laugh in my face when my fire does nothing. As he’s perfecting his ancient wood building art, I rush over to the shed, grab a container of lighter fluid and soak everything in it before clicking the striker and watching it burst into flames.

  “How’s it going over there?” I look over at him as he glares at me.

  “I wasn’t aware there were cheaters in our midst,” Marcus grumbles.

  “Where? I’ll get them with my fire!”

  “Why won’t you ever let me look sexy and cool?” Marcus asks as I start laughing.

  And that’s the moment the flames eat up the rest of the lighter fluid and go out.

  “Shit.”

  Marcus lights his paper on fire and just beams at me as the wood begins to burn without any help while mine smolders and smokes. “Did that turn you on?”

  “Kind of,” I mumble.

  He laughs as he drags me to him and pulls me into a hug. “Just let me be better at some things, Finn. You can’t be amazing at everything. If you are then there’s nothing left for me.”

  “Of course there is. You look absolutely sexy no matter what you do. Cleaning the counters? Immediate hard-on. Making the bed? I can’t even take it.”

  “Why’s it all just cleaning?”

  “Because I hate cleaning and thought if I bragged about you doing it, you’d just do it all.”

  “No,” he says as he looks around before sitting on the ground and pulling me onto his lap just as I find the perfect marshmallow stick. I fire up the tip to kill off any germs, like germs would be the thing that would murder me out of everything that’s happened.

  “Tomorrow, we’re going to get in the rowboat and go out onto the lake. Can you walk on water?” I ask.

  Marcus seems confused. “I’m not Jesus.”

  “Run. Like are you fast enough to run on water?”

  “Want to have another competition?”

  “No! Because I have to take off my leg for that competition and I sure as hell know I’ll sink if I go hopping across the lake with one leg!”

  He snickers before kissing my cheek. “I wouldn’t let you sink. I’d try to find a stick for you to use first.”

  “You wouldn’t let me sink after all I’ve put you through?” I watch the dogs gallop around. I think that even they had caught my depression and are happy to get away. Or maybe it was because I was constantly moping around and using them as pillows that they’d been rather quiet this past week.

  “Nope.”

  “Huh. You’re such a better man than me,” I say as my marshmallow lights on fire. “Shit! Now it’s burnt! Want a burned one?” I blow on it before aiming it at him. He pulls it off and pops it into his mouth. “How stale does it taste?”

  “How stale is it?”

  “Two months expired.”

  “Tastes as disgusting as every other marshmallow I’ve ever eaten.”

  “Then what’d you eat it for?” I ask.

  “Because you looked cute handing it to me.”

  “What if I bled on it a bit?”

  “I could handle that.”

  “So bite me.”

  “Then we’ll just jump into sex like every other time. You know we have no control.”

  “The problem?” I ask, not hearing it.

  “I thought you wanted to roast marshmallows.”

  I pop a warmed one in my mouth. “The
re, I ate it. Done.”

  He snickers as he stands up with me in his arms. He puts the dogs inside then stands in the middle of the cabin, still holding me.

  “Where do I go?”

  “Anywhere you want. Table, chair, dishwasher, I’m up for it all.”

  “For all of it? That might take me a while.”

  I snicker as he carries me into the bedroom and tosses me on the bed. “This is Orin’s bed, this feels weird. Orin would snuggle up with us and—”

  He picks me up and carries me into the next room where he tosses me on that bed.

  “Eh… this is Aria’s bed. Like will I think of her while you’re boning me?” I ask.

  “Oh my god. I should have fucked you over the fire! At least you’d have had a reason to complain!” he says as he picks me up with my body upside down. “Where? Quick! Where do I take you?”

  “Somewhere where my blood isn’t rushing to my head!” I cry as he finally rights me.

  He carries me into the kitchen and opens the fridge. “Does this work or does this also have childhood memories?”

  “This is where we’d gather around and forlornly look inside while wishing there was food in it!” I say.

  “Fuck!” He rushes over to the table and flops me onto it. “What about here?”

  “We’d play board games and laugh, and I’ll be shouting Yahtzee on accident instead of your name in the throes of ecstasy!”

  “Dammit!” he cries as he scoops me up again and carries me into the bathroom before dumping me into the tub. “Please tell me this works!”

  “This is where I would bathe my naked baby sister!”

  “I give up. I just… I give up,” Marcus says as I start laughing. It feels so good to just let loose, be stupid, and laugh.

  “What if you carry me to my bed?”

  “But then will you think about your childhood self and freak out?”

  “I might,” I tease.

  I hold my arm out to him but he just shakes his head.

  “I can’t… I’ve been too traumatized.”

  I stand up and leap onto his back. “Carry me to the bed for sexy times!” I order.

  “I’m too traumatized!”

  “You are not! Now go! Go, pony, go!”

  “I’m not your pony. Does this face look like a pony to you?”

  I hang on with my arm as I scrutinize him. “You’re right. Your ears are much more like a donkey’s and your attitude is like a mule.”

  “I regret all of this. I try so fucking hard to be sexy for you. I try to show off my sexiness and every single time you just drive it back with that ridiculously happy look on your face.”

  “Are you saying you’re not fond of my happy face?” I ask as I jab him in the face with my finger. “Do you like my sad face better?”

  “No,” he says as he goes into my room and turns around so I can drop off. Instead, I continue to cling on. “I like your ‘Oh my god, you’re so damn perfect’ look better.”

  “Huh. And… can you describe that look to me?” I ask.

  “No, I can’t because you refuse to wear it. Now get off me so I can do sexy things to you.”

  “Oh, fine.” I drop off his back, onto the bed, bouncing once before turning to him. “Oh no.”

  “Don’t do it.”

  “The bed placement reminds me of—”

  Marcus lifts the bed into the air with me on it, startling me. “Where do you want it?”

  “Roof! Roof!”

  He carries it across the room and sets it down before picking me up and stuffing me out the door. Then he shuts the door as I listen to the bed scrape across the floor. When I try the door, it only opens a few inches, revealing the bed blocking it with an extremely naked Marcus on it. He had to have whipped his clothes off at cheetah speeds.

  “Hey, sexy,” I say as I try to squeeze my fingers through the door to reach for him. “Marcus… Marcus.”

  “What’s that? I feel like I hear a squeaky little mouse. Does… Does anyone else hear it? No? Then I suppose I will continue being naked on this bed filled with childhood hopes and dreams.”

  “Pervert,” I whisper.

  He poses which is stupidly sexy with his head on his hand. Then the way he looks at me makes me realize that I want in there but the door between us seems to be a problem.

  “Marcus, I need you to move the bed.”

  “Who? Oh? Me? I fear I can’t. You’ve made my life too difficult to do anything. But I’ll love you from afar. I promise.”

  I push as hard as I can against the door, but it does nothing and I’m left tired and alone. Hela slips right through the crack in the door, like she has to flaunt how easy it is to go wherever she wants. “Dammit, Marcus. Even the dog’s making fun of me. Now let me in! I’ll let you suckle on my blood.”

  “This arm will do,” he says as he reaches out to my arm and pulls it toward him. “I can nibble away without opening the door. You could even jerk me off if you wanted.”

  “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll let you do more sexy stuff. Please?”

  He sighs and gets out of the bed before moving it and opening the door. As soon as I’m inside, he pins me against the wall, grabbing my arm and shoving it above my head as he looks down at me. “If you mention anything from your childhood, I’ll be forced to lock you in the closet until tomorrow.”

  “What else will you do to me?”

  “Deprive you of sweets.”

  “Not the sweets! What else, bad boy?” I ask as I lean up and bite his lip before pulling on it.

  He growls as he leans into me. He always gets a bit feisty when I start biting on him. I think it reminds him of how much he enjoys biting me. His mouth captures my own as he leans into me, pressing me harder against the wall so I can feel his hardening cock. He drops his hold on my hand and unbuttons my pants quickly before yanking them down before reaching for my shirt. When I’m standing in my boxer briefs, he runs a teasing hand down my chest, letting it drop to my stomach before a finger dips under my briefs. I shiver at the gentle touch and the expectation of what he’ll do to me as I press into him.

  While I couldn’t exactly feel him when I grabbed him with my other hand, I still felt like I was touching him. But with only one arm, I can’t hold on to him as easily. So I grab onto his ass and pull him into me before rubbing my clothed groin on his thigh.

  “What are you going to do now?” I ask as I kiss a line down to his neck before biting him. I wonder how it’d feel to sink fangs into his throat. I wonder if he’s also questioning that because he tilts his head away like he’s baring his throat to me and it makes me feel strangely equal to him. Marcus gives in to no one but me. I suck on the skin since my teeth can’t do much more than a nibble, and he pushes my briefs down my thighs and to the ground. Then he lifts me up and shoves me against the wall as my legs wrap around his waist.

  He pops open the lubricant in front of me as I look down in confusion. “Where’d that come from?”

  “I’m just that good.”

  I feel skeptical but he’s too sexy to question too much, so I just let him have it as I readily agree.

  “How about this wall? Do you have any memories of this wall?” he asks as he rubs a finger between my ass cheeks.

  “Not yet,” I say.

  “Well, now you do,” he says as his finger pushes inside me.

  “You’re going to fuck me against the wall?”

  “You weigh nothing.”

  “Lovely,” I say sarcastically but all sarcasm is put on hold as he pushes another finger inside me when his mouth finds mine. His tongue tangles with mine as they brush against his fangs, but he tries to be careful not to cut me. I’m not as careful because when I’m with him and touching him, I lose my senses.

  I push my hips forward, rubbing my cock on his lower stomach as I feel his own brush against my ass cheek. I lean in and kiss him again as I feel his finger stroke that sweet spot inside me.

  I groan as I grab tighter onto him. “That�
��s enough. I need you now,” I say as I clutch him as hard as I can. He pulls his fingers from inside me and presses the head of his wet cock at my hole as my legs around his waist tighten. He slowly lowers me down onto him as he leans in and just as his tip is right inside me, he bites down on my throat and thrusts up in the same instant.

  It’s like I just forget everything at that moment. All that surrounds me is his cock inside me and the feeling of him biting me. Pleasure spreads through my body, hypnotizing me as I try to give myself over to him. Give him everything as he pins me here.

  “Oh fuck,” I moan, lost in the bliss of it all.

  My fingers dig into his back as his cock slides into me before he draws back out. He feels so deep, and I’m not sure if it’s the position or it’s that my entire body seems more sensitive because I can’t get enough of him. He draws his mouth back but the feeling from the bite is still moving through me, overwhelming me with pleasure. I feel like I lose all control of myself when he bites me. I love it, but I’m glad he’s able to stay in control or I feel like I could talk him into practically draining me just to get more of the amazing sensations.

  He pulls me from the wall and draws his cock out of me as he turns me around and presses me against the bed, my feet hitting the floor. He bends me over it as he grabs my hips and thrusts back inside me. I groan as he pulls me to him and I reach down for my cock, stroking it in time to his thrusts. He fucks me as he pushes my hand away, grabbing my cock himself. Instead of stroking me as I was just getting close, he wraps his hand around the base, squeezing gently as his hips drive into me.

  “Let me come,” I say as I dig my fingers into the bedding.

  “No, I refuse,” he growls, and the tone of his voice makes me stop fighting him. And then he leans over and bites into my neck again and I hate the tight fingers around my cock as the pleasure builds inside me.

  “Marcus… Marcus… fuck…”

  He pulls back, licking the spot where he’d bitten then sucking it without piercing the skin again as his hand loosens and begins moving, stroking my cock. The orgasm hits me hard, and I groan as I arch my back and dig my fingers into the bedspread. He drives himself into me, touches filled with need and desire as he comes inside me. He groans as his weight pushes into me and his hand wraps around mine, fingers tightening.