Dare to Bleed (Emily Sullivan Series) (18 page)

He pulled away from my neck and moaned but I grabbed him by the back of the head and pulled him back. He bit into my neck again and the same reaction happened all over. The ecstasy continued. I didn’t realize a body could do that. After I lost count of how many times my body had reached its peak, he released my neck and let out a deep moan. He was panting as he put his head on my shoulder. It had been the best sex ever without even having sex. He looked up at me and I was almost scared of what stared back. His eyes were blood red and he had my blood dripping off his chin. I don’t know why I wouldn’t expect something like that. It’s not like it’s a clean thing to drink blood from a neck. I’m sure I would make quite a mess as well. He looked down, ashamed.

Chapter Twenty

“
Hey, don’t do that. It just caught me off guard. Ezra, that was amazing,” I exclaimed.

He wiped his mouth with his arm. He glanced at my bare chest. I had a few blood trails over my left breast. He bent down and scooped me up, then licked the remaining blood off of my body. Even after the multiple, multiple orgasms, I was still so severely turned on. He finished at my neck. He pulled away and licked his lips. He still had blood on his face.

“
You are so beautiful,” I said as I looked into his bright red eyes. Blood splattered everywhere, his eyes red and he still took my breath away. His teeth were still out but he smiled at my comment. He tackled me down on the bed.

“
And you are beautiful and quite amazing,” he replied.

“
Is this how it always is?” I asked, thinking about what had happened earlier with his dinner.

“
Hell, no. I never get excited when feeding, and I have never enjoyed it as much as I did just now,” he answered.

I couldn’t tell if he was lying but who cares, I felt like I was on cloud nine. I looked around us and saw that his sheets were ruined.

“
Sorry about the mess.” I giggled. I went to kiss him but he pulled away. His eyes cleared back to blue and his teeth retracted.

“
What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“
Baby, I can’t kiss you with blood all over me, looking like this.” He had a point. He looked like something out of a horror movie.

“
Good point, we both probably need to clean up. Um, would you mind if I stayed with you tonight? I don’t really want to be alone.”

“
Of course you can. I wouldn’t have it any other way. Would you care to join me in the shower?” he asked.

I looked down at myself. There was no way I could get in the shower with him, not after my shower dream. I could just clean the blood from my neck and chest. He noticed I was taking longer than expected to answer what should have been a simple question.

“
Emma, what’s the matter? Did I do something wrong?” he asked. I was surprised he didn’t know already. We’ve been so busy fighting lately I didn’t even have a chance to tell him everything that was happening to me.

“
It’s nothing. I’ve just got a lot going on. We can talk about it tomorrow.”

“
Then you don’t want to take a shower with me?” He looked hurt. I finally gave in and told him about the dream. It was seriously embarrassing to admit I’d had dreamed of Damon touching me. He looked extremely angry for a slight second then smiled.

“
Well, that’s ok. You can stay here and watch,” he said as he started stripping. He was not one bit uncomfortable being naked in front of me. His naked body was a work of freaking art. This man was built perfectly. He walked over to the shower, got in and turned on the water. I couldn’t understand how someone would not have to check the temperature first. Guess it was a vampire thing. He washed the blood off his face and out of his mouth. He grabbed a tooth brush in the shower and brushed his teeth. I had a strange fascination about him brushing his teeth. I wanted to know if he had to brush the long teeth too, or if vampires get cavities. He had six shower heads, three on each side, so the water was beating over his entire body. I didn’t want to stop staring, even though it felt impolite. Once he was done he grabbed a towel and tied it around his waist.

“
Emily, you have almost completely blocked me out all day,” he announced, sounding proud of my discovery.

“
Well, I wish I knew how I was doing it.” It would make our relationship that much better if I didn’t have him pulling my deepest darkest thoughts out of my head constantly. The man was incredible in more ways than one, and hopefully now, all mine.

I took the sheets off the bed as he dried off. He came over to help me finish. As soon as the sheets were off, Ezra walked over to a dresser and pulled out a new fitted sheet and blanket. We made the bed together and crawled in. His bed was like sleeping on a cloud. I cuddled into him and took a deep breath. He smelled amazing.

“
Emily, I’ve never been much of a lady’s man,” he stated out of the blue.

“
You could have fooled me.” I laughed.

“
What I mean to say is I’m not sure if I am boyfriend material,” he replied.

I sat up and look him in the eyes. “Are you serious? I thought we just had an amazing time. Do you not like me anymore or something?” I asked. I was sure that wasn’t what he was getting at but he was scaring me. I wish I could read his mind.

“
I’m just saying that you are the first girl I have felt this strongly about, and I’ve lived along time. Love has a different meaning to my kind than to yours. As you already know, I’m a pretty possessive and jealous guy when it comes to you. I don’t want to hurt you so I was hoping we could take this slow.”

I gave a nervous laugh. “Ezra, I think we just slapped that bitch out of the water.”

He gave me a curious glance, I forget some people don’t understand my sayings. “What I mean is, taking it slow to most people means dating before doing anything sexual,” I explained.

He smiled. “No, that’s not exactly what I meant. I mean slow in a sense that right now we shouldn’t tell people about us being together. I don’t want you to see other people and I only want you, but I just want to keep us quiet for a while. At least until Damon is gone.”

I thought about it for a minute. It’s not like he was asking too much from me. I had stated before that I didn’t want a man in my life until Damon was found and destroyed.

“
I think we are pretty much already doing that, so why stop now?” I stated. He seemed relieved at my answer, so I had to ask, “This request, you wouldn’t be asking because you are afraid of a certain person, say Robert, finding out about us?”

He gave me a look that confirmed.

“
Say no more. I won’t tell him, as long as he doesn’t hocus pocus it out of me.” I kissed his lips. I was so worn out from the day and especially the night. I laid my head on his chest and heard silence. It was an interesting thing to not hear a heartbeat. I wasn’t freaked out like I thought I would be. I was in heaven. I was sleeping with the sexiest man alive, er, well sexiest man around. I finally drifted off with a smile on my face.

I woke up with a major headache. I was alone in the bed and almost didn’t realize where I was.

“
Ezra?” I called out. No response.

Maybe he went out for a midday snack. I had to stop being so negative. I would kill him if I ever saw him with that bimbo again. We didn’t discuss that part but later we would have to have another talk about my requests on the subject, and I knew exactly what I would say.

Emily.
I heard a whisper calling my name.

“
Ezra?” I called again. No response.

“
Seriously, Ezra, don’t mess with me,” I threatened. I could hear raspy breathing but the room was so dark. I turned on the lamp beside the bed. The room was empty except for me. The fire in the fireplace crackling was the only other sound I could hear except for my rapid beating heart and deep breathing.

Emily.
The whispering voice called out again, sounding like it was coming from the opposite side of the room. I was scared shitless.

“
This isn’t funny, you bastard,” I called out to whoever was playing with me. I stood up and took a step away from the bed.

“
It really is not.” The voice came in loud and clear from behind me. I turned quickly and lost my balance. I fell to the floor, landing on my back and hip. The pain radiated down my legs. I scooted until I felt a wall on my back. Damon was standing a few feet in front of me. He was wearing a red tee shirt and black jeans. I heard whimpering and realized it was coming from me. He was suddenly bent down directly in front of me, and I let out a squeal. He took a chunk of my hair in his hands and smelled it. This teenage vampire was really getting on my nerves.

“
Leave me alone, Damon, I am not even a witch.”

He laughed in response and pulled my hair, it hurt.

“
You’re not real, this is just a dream,” I whimpered, hoping I would just wake up already. It didn’t help before, but I was praying for a miracle. He took my hand in his and inspected my arm. He ran his hand up and down my forearm.

“
Oh, dear God. Ezra, wake me up already,” I begged as I looked at the ceiling. I couldn’t watch what he was doing.

Damon tilted his head to the side and looked at me with big red eyes. “One day, Emily, no one will be able to save you,” he warned before he bit down into my forearm. I could feel the pain and then nothing.

I looked down and saw blood coming out of my arm with two bite marks. I looked up and was surprised to see Ezra staring back, with blood on his lips. I broke down and tried to crawl into the wall. I didn’t want Damon to look like Ezra.

“
Shh, Emily. Please, it’s me. Wake up, baby,” Ezra begged. I looked into his eyes. There was no way he could be faking this. I grabbed his neck and pulled him into a hug. I could still feel the tears running down my face. I looked up to see Axle, Gavin and Robert staring down with concern on their faces. It was obvious these dreams weren’t just a response to my stress.

“
So much for keeping this quiet,” I whispered to Ezra.

Chapter Twenty-One

After I told my story at least five times and got a hug from everyone, including Robert, everyone finally left Ezra’s room.

“
So you bit me to wake me up?” I asked again.

“
I’m sorry, babe. It was actually Gavin’s idea, if you can believe that,” he replied.

Nelly had brought in a change of clothes for me, a big cup of Joe, and fresh blueberry muffins. It was ten in the morning, according to the clock on the mantle. I changed into my clothes and settled on to Ezra’s couch.

“
Wow, Gavin. That’s a shocker,” I replied into my cup. The coffee was prepared exactly how I like it, steaming hot with heaps of sugar and creamer.

Ezra explained that I sat up in bed and was calling for him. I replayed the entire dream in real life.

“
It’s just so weird that he would bite me in my dream at the exact time you would in real life. It’s hard to know which was real and who caused the pain,” I said and took a sip. I grabbed a muffin but wasn’t feeling much of an appetite so I just picked a blueberry out, ate it and put the muffin back.

“
Baby, he can’t hurt you. It was only a dream,” he replied, trying to calm my mind, but it wasn’t working. Something felt wrong.

“
Ezra, it hurt when I fell, and when he pulled my hair. That can’t be right. I’ve never had dreams like this. I could feel his touch on my arm,” I exclaimed.

He shook his head. He thought the same thing, he just didn’t want to admit it. That would mean Damon was able to get to me without even knowing where I was.

“
Robert will put a protection spell on you. He won’t be able to get to you anymore,” he replied, looking helpless. I felt so bad for Ezra. It must be hard to watch someone go through this and not be able to do anything about it.

“
We’re meeting in a little while. Why don’t you go see Kimmy while I’m away?” he proposed.

It sounded like a great idea. Hopefully she was awake by now. I felt like seeing Kimmy would make it all better, but I really needed to see my mom first. I was such a bad daughter. She had been stuck in this house for days, and I had yet to visit her or even call.

I found her room without much problem and fairly quickly. Her door was trimmed in a white shiny light in the shape of the frame. I knocked lightly but just decided to go in. As I opened the door, I walked straight from Ezra’s house into an exact replica of my mother’s home. Every detail looked the same, even the same smells. I had broken a picture frame when I was younger and there it was, still broken, on the wall.

“
Creepy,” I said out loud to myself as I studied the house. I found her in the same chair as always.

“
Mom, do you ever get up?” I fussed as I walked in. I must have scared her.

She jumped out of her seat and came over and hugged me. My mother is not a touchy feely person. I can count on my hands how many times she has given me a compliment.

“
Emily Lane, where have you been? I’ve been worried.” She smacked my arm. I sat down in the chair next to her.