“Gage, it will never happen. You are crazy to even think that it would. I am with Rayce and nothing you say or do will change that.”
He laughed in a sinister way. It filled the room. In that moment, I realized all the customers were gone. The only people in the establishment were my old boss and the barmaid. She was smoking a cigarette at the bar and glaring in our direction. “Rayce is weak. He can’t protect you. Didn’t you realize that the last time we met? I want you and you need to remember I will stop at nothing to have you. You are mine and always will be. I love you.”
My face grew hot with anger. I leaned forward slightly, “Rayce is the true pack master. He is also a better and bigger man…” I said looking down in the direction of his crotch. “then you will ever be,” I growled.
Before he could rebuttal, I lifted myself out of my seat and stormed toward the door. I was stopped by his iron grip on my arm. I swung around and slapped him in his damn perfect face. A strawberry handprint blazed across his cheek. I knew that was a mistake the instant I did it.
“Oh, yeah, you know I like it rough, baby,” he growled and dragged me down the hall toward the storage room. My heart was thundering in my chest.
“Stop,” I bellowed.
As I tried to fight against him, he pinned my hands to my chest and lifted me up against him. I kicked my feet but there was no use. He was far stronger.
The barmaid ran around the corner and ran up to us, “What are you doing, Gage? Let that woman go,” she insisted.
“Mind your own business, Brenda,” Gage growled as he carried me toward the door.
“No. Let her go,” she demanded and tried to pull his arms off me.
Suddenly, Gage released one of his arms but not to put me down. He quickly backhanded his new girlfriend in the face. The force was great and the sound rang in my sensitive ears. She fell to the floor hard.
“Go home or I will deal with you later,” he bellowed at her.
“Let me go, you bastard,” I demanded but he didn’t listen. I was in trouble. The storage room was dark when he opened the door. Gage turned on the light by pulling the cord that hung from the ceiling. The small room was filled with things like cleaning supplies and crates of beer and alcohol. The small room barely held Gage’s size. I had no place to run and the way he held me I couldn’t reach my knife at my leg. He bent me over a huge box and held me down. I had nothing else but my mouth to get me out of this.
“I will show you who’s a bigger man,” he said deeply as he stroked my back and down to my ass.
“What, you don’t want to look me in the eye as you rape me?” I accused in a panicked voice.
He stopped and placed his mouth on my ear, “This isn’t rape, Jess. You came to me. You are asking for this. Remember, you belong to me and only me.”
He pressed his stiffening cock into my ass. He wrapped his hand in my hair tightly. I could feel the pain of some strands being pulled out of my scalp. I stomped my heel down onto his foot and he pulled away from me. He released my hair and turned me around. He smiled that wicked smile of his and laughed in my face.
He slapped my cheek with so much force that I couldn’t hear anything momentarily. I looked up at him and spit in his face. I thought I wanted him to bite me because Rayce wouldn’t turn me but I couldn’t let that happen, I couldn’t belong to Gage.
“You are a dirty bastard. You make me sick, you murdering piece of shit. I’m glad Rayce took back what was his. He is going to kill you and I’m going to watch. You deserve to be alone for the rest of your life and from what I understand won’t be long at all you, old fuck,” I spat.
My words enraged him even more as he balled up his fist and punched me in the mouth. My head flew back and hit the box beneath me. I was dazed. The light bulb still swung from side to side on its long cord. The string he had pulled to turn it on hung a foot above his head. His hands were at the button at my waist and unzipping my jeans. I couldn’t move yet. My head was spinning and I could taste blood in my mouth. He pulled my jeans and panties down to expose me. A deep growl of anticipation rattled in his chest. He slid a finger inside me and worked it in and out. I felt a tear roll out of the corner of my eye and into my ear. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. I closed my eyes and thought of Rayce. I was stupid to come here.
“Gage, please stop. Don’t make my nightmare a reality,” I begged quietly. His finger moved faster. He wanted me to respond to him. He wanted me to fight him but I was sick of fighting him. His finger left my body and he stood over me. He grabbed my breasts next and tried to massage my nipples to life but there was nothing. “Rayce, I’m sorry,” I whispered through my tears.
The sound of his belt rang in my ears and the zipper came next. He held on to my hips and pulled my limp body against his. I could feel his cock against me but he did not enter. He couldn’t. His body would not respond because I wasn’t putting up the fight he was expecting. He tried again and again. He grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look at him.
I felt a grin spread across my face, “What’s wrong, having ED problems?”
He slapped me again but on the other cheek this time. My lip split open. I spat blood in his face. I hated him and wished him dead. If I could get close to my knife, then maybe I would have a chance. I could still keep him from biting me. His body was pressed against mine and he kept trying to force himself inside me but he couldn’t.
While his attention was on his malfunctioning cock, I took a chance and reached for my knife. I wrapped my hand around the handle and pulled the huge blade from the sheath. His teeth grazed against the tender skin of my neck. He was going to bite me. I closed my eyes, lifted my hand, and brought it down quick. The blade penetrated his body as if he were made of butter. He let out a painful grunt. All movement stopped and the weight of his limp body pressing down on top of me.
My head was throbbing from the blows Gage had landed to my face. His weight was also constricting my ability to breathe. I pulled the blade from his back and pushed him into the floor. He landed with a loud thump. With my knife ready, I watched the door, but no one came to investigate. I licked my lips and tasted my own blood. It wasn’t nearly as good as a vampire but good enough. I slid down off of the box. I watched him closely as I pulled up my pants, in case he decided to grab for me.
With my knife still in my hand, I kicked him but he did not move. I took a huge breath and let it out. I was so relieved he was dead. After I composed myself and smoothed down my hair the best I could without a mirror, I pulled the string to turn out the light. I walked out of the store room and closed the door gently behind me. I snuck down the hall toward the door. There were absolutely no people in the bar. Brenda was gone as well. I left the building in a rush.
With shaking hands, I turned the keys in the ignition and my truck came to life. I had never killed an actual person before, and though I had thought about and dreamt about killing him, the reality of it was overwhelming. I could kill vampires all day long but an actual person, I was still shaking as I pulled up to my home.
The house was quiet, almost too quiet. I sat at my kitchen table in shock over what I had done. I knew by this time, he would have been found by my old boss and he would name me as the killer.
I patiently waited for the police to knock on my door with guns drawn. I nervously tapped my foot as I remembered what it felt like to plunge my knife into his back. There was only one thing I could think to do. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Rayce.
“Hey, babe,” he said happily.
“Can you come home?” My voice involuntarily shook.
“Babe, what’s wrong? Babe?” His voice was frantic.
Tears burned my eyes, emotion threatened my throat, I felt sick, “Please, come home,” I sobbed.
“I’m coming,” he said and I heard his driver’s side door slam and his engine revved like a beast. He spun tires as he left the office. “I’m coming, babe. I’m coming,” he assured.
Ten minutes later,
he was rushing though the back door with his gun in his hand. He checked the living room before he came over and knelt in front of me. He took my face gently between his hands.
“Babe, what happened to you?”
I told him everything. He had to know all of my thoughts and happenings if he chose to be a part of my life. He deserved the respect and I was going to give it to him. I felt like I was choking on my words. I took a breath and let it all fall out with lightning speed.
“Rayce, I know I have been acting strangely. I found where Gage has been hiding. He has been watching our every move. I figured out where and I went to find him. I talked to him about what was happening to me and why I was craving the blood. All he could talk about was who I was and how surprised he was as to my lack of knowledge of it.”
“Babe, what are you talking about? What happened to your face,” he reached his hand to my cheek and touched me gently. He was right. I was rambling.
“Gage seemed to know everything about me.”
“Babe, why would you go find him? He’s sick!”
“He spoke of it as if he knew every little detail about my life since birth. I’m sorry I went.”
“He could have kidnapped you. What were you thinking? How could you even think that you could trust him, after what he has done to you?” he asked.
“I know,” I sighed. “I wanted so much to be one of you. I got desperate and thought that maybe he would turn me completely. Then I could stay with you, forever.”
“You didn’t,” he begged and looked at my neck.
“No. I couldn’t. I am yours. I got up to leave and he grabbed me.” I took a deep breath. My lungs were so tight.
“Just breathe,” he said in a soothing voice.
“He took me to the back room and tried to…” I paused.
Rayce shot up to his feet, anger raged across his adorable face, “I will kill him!”
“No. No,” I said shaking my head. I could still feel Gage’s body weighing down on mine. I shivered and thought about the sound he made when I stabbed him. The way his slick body fell to the floor, I wanted to barf. “Jesus, Rayce. I killed him,” I said sobbing.
CHAPTER
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Rayce frantically packed our bags. The moment my confession fell out of my mouth, he declared we were leaving. He was afraid of something. I had never seen him like that. Every time I tried to help, he would calmly walk me back to my seat on my bed.
He handed me the keys, “Go start the truck and lock the doors behind you.”
“Where are we going to go?”
“It doesn’t matter. We have to get out of here,” he explained.
“But, why?”
“Babe, Gage has almost all of my pack. When they find out he is dead and they smell you,” he sighed. “Please start the truck.”
I was choking, “Do you think they will come for me?”
“They are loyal to him. Yes, I do,” he confessed as he tossed our bathroom essentials into a bag.
“Right,” I said and left him to pack our things. I stepped outside slowly. I checked the corners of the house before I bolted to his truck. It was a sleek Black Dodge Ram 2500. A little too tall but it had running boards for me to climb in. I did exactly as he said. I jumped in and locked the doors behind me.
I turned the key over and the Hemi engine growled to life. I tapped the steering wheel as I waited for him to come out. Finally, he pushed open the back door with our bags in his hands. I unlocked the door so he could toss them into the back seat and I slid over so he could drive.
He pulled out of my driveway and I began to wonder if I would ever be back to my home. The highway south was clear, making our drive an easy one.
Oklahoma City looked so different from when I last came to visit my parents. Downtown had new apartment buildings and they were also constructing a new highway. I had failed to keep up with the news because of the new goings on in my life. Rayce had no idea where to go so I directed him to a strip of hotels on a very busy street on the north side of Oklahoma City.
We pulled into the parking lot of a five-story hotel and he went inside to get us a room. I was nearly bouncing out of my seat. I was excited to see my family but I had a distinct feeling we wouldn’t be staying long. The large city was far busier than Devils Bend. I hated it. There was a reason why I moved out of the city. My mind appreciated a more laid-back lifestyle, though it hadn’t been for quite a while.
Rayce returned and started grabbing our bags from the backseat of the truck. He handed me a card key to our room. After the quiet ride in the elevator, we entered our room. I sat on the bed and looked out of the large window.
“I would like to see my family while we are here,” I expressed.
“I think that can be arranged but we need to lay low for a while until things cool down in Devils Bend,” he explained as he flipped on the TV. He was watching the news intently. As if my face would flash across it. My poor guy looked exhausted already. He has put up with so much being with me. I hated to drag him down my dysfunctional path. He deserved better.
“Would they call the cops?”
“You know the rule. No cops, ever.”
“I know but that woman, Brenda, I think she was human. She witnessed him assaulting me. She may have reported it,” I explained.
“Even if she did, the dispatcher is a hellhound. She would erase the recording and have others take care of it.”
“I’m sure they will follow me here,” I sighed and thought about my family. Gage had information on me. It was only a matter of time before his following tracked me down.
“Gage is, was, very powerful, he had a lot of loyal followers. Most hooked on the hunt, causing their loyalties to run even deeper,” he explained in a distant voice as he watched the TV screen.
I felt so alone in all of this. I know Rayce, Jay, and Marie are behind me, but I still feel all alone. I’m a freak! I’m some sort of half and half thing. I still wanted the blood. It was always in the back of my mind now. I know that I can control it, but it was beginning to get tough. I was starving and I knew I needed to eat.
I moved to the end of the bed and sat next to my man. He wrapped his arm around me. I lifted my head and placed a soft kiss on his neck. I heard a low rumble of pleasure in his throat. As he continued to watch TV, I reached down and began to rub his cock through his jeans.
He shifted slightly, “What are you doing?”
“You don’t want to waste a hotel room, do you?” He began to rub my back softly. I stood up and blocked his view as I straddled him on the bed. “I want you,” I whispered into his ear as I licked and sucked his earlobe into my mouth.
He grabbed my ass and flexed his fingers into the flesh as his lips made contact with the skin of my neck. My body shivered as I melted against him. My heat was rising. I took his adorable face in between my hands and kissed him roughly. His tongue danced with mine in a rhythmic motion as he gripped my hips and helped me rock against him.
“I can feel how hot you are,” he said as I rode him gently. “Are you wet for me, babe?”
I rocked my hips against him, “Yes,” I panted. The bulge in his jeans stroked my need as I bucked against him in a frantic movement.
“You’re always wet for me, aren’t you, Jessica?” he asked. He pushed up my shirt and tweaked my nipples hard.
“I’m so hot for you, Rayce,” I panted as I rode him.
“Do you want me to fuck your wet pussy and make you come?” he asked in my ear and I exploded in my jeans. My body convulsed as I came down from my sexual high. “Do you want me, my love?” he asked as he rubbed his swollen cock against my still pulsating pussy.
“Yes, I want you. I always want you,” I replied, panting heavily. He pushed up my shirt and greedily began to suck on each of my nipples. He circled one with his soft tongue and bit it before moving to the next. I loved his coarse goatee brushing against my tender skin. I tossed my head back in a pleasurable moan.
He lifted me by my w
aist and placed me on my back. He unbuckled his belt quickly. I watched as he pulled down his jeans to reveal his massive cock. He stroked it slowly. I quickly stripped my jeans off and opened myself up to him.
“Touch it,” he said, still stroking his need. This man drove me nuts. I reached my hand down and stroked my swollen mound. Rayce made me feel sexy and wanted. He reached down and slicked his fingers with my juices and stroked himself again. “Damn, you are so fucking wet, babe. Are you ready for me to fuck you?” he asked softly.
“Yes, take me now. Make love to me,” I continued to stroke myself as he watched. I was going to come again. “Please,” I begged again.
“I want you at the edge before I fuck you. I want you to come on my hard cock when I enter you,” he said deeply with ravenous eyes. This man was going to be the death of me. He rested between my legs on his knees, watching me. I let my head fall back. He was so close to me but he wouldn’t touch me. I lifted my hips toward him but he still did nothing. I could hear him stroking his own need. I thrust two fingers inside my sheath and stroked.
“Now! Fuck me, now,” I said as my pussy began to tighten. He plunged his cock deep inside me and I came against him hard. I shuddered against him. He moved inside me slowly at first, but my world was rocked the moment he drove into me. “Faster,” I demanded as I milked him hard with the slick walls of my pussy.
He bellowed a moan and released inside me, “Damn, babe. That was fuckin’ amazing,” he said breathlessly against my neck.
He rested his head against my chest and caught his breath as I stroked his messy hair. I was a bit breathless myself. Resting quietly, my stomach gave a rumble. I laughed in embarrassment. He lifted his head and smiled at me.
“I’m hungry,” I said still laughing. Sadly, my body didn’t want food. I still wanted vampire blood. I thought about when I tossed it all up into the toilet. I was so wasteful. Now I was starving.
“I heard,” he smiled and kissed my breasts before lifting himself off of me. “Let’s get you fed.”
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