I was ready for him.
“Please,” I whispered.
“I told you I’d make you beg.”
“I need you.”
I wanted him with everything that I had. I needed him. I craved him. I desired him. More than anything else, I needed him inside of me. My body felt even more hot, and I wondered how much time I had before it would be too late. His blood had been sweet, but now I wanted something else.
I wanted his cock.
“Please,” I begged again.
Before I knew what was happening, he was naked, and then he was inside of me. I cried out at the intrusion, but it felt so damn good. He growled as he fucked me on the bed. He wasn’t as romantic as I thought he was going to be. After all of the kissing and the teasing and the taunting, I thought our lovemaking was going to be sort of virginal.
Apparently, vampires liked it rough.
I liked that.
I liked it rough, too.
He pressed his hand around my throat, squeezing it as he slid into me. I looked up at him with wide eyes. Every inch of my body felt like it was on fire.
“Come for me,” he said.
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p; It seemed impossible, but I was already close, already ready. I was already aching for more of him. I closed my eyes, and when the orgasm washed over me, I cried out. He removed his hand and ran his tongue over my neck.
“I’m coming,” I said.
He bit my neck when I did, sliding his fangs into me, and somehow, that made the orgasm even more intense. I felt like I was going to faint or pass out, but I gripped him, holding him tightly to myself, running my nails down his back until he came apart for me, too.
“Kimberly,” he groaned as he came.
Then it was over.
It was done.
We were one, and I was...
A vampire.
Officially.
8.
Liam
THE FIRST FEW DAYS after she transitioned into the world of vampires were quiet ones. Kimberly didn’t cause any sort of ruckus or fuss about her new life, and that made me wildly uncomfortable. I wanted her to be happy. I desired a mate who was satisfied, and I thought that it I worked hard enough to please her, she would feel happy in the Grove.
Kimberly spent most of her time exploring the mansion with Raven. The two of them had been close long ago – lovers, even – and they now spent their time looking through books, talking about vampires, and even doing crafts. It was a quiet sort of life, at least while Kimberly became more and more comfortable with the way her world had been flipped upside down.
“They’re planning something,” Helena said, coming into the office one day. It had been nearly a week since Kimberly had come to live with us. We’d made love many times since that first day, and each time it had grown more and more passionate. Kimberly was funny and clever, and she was wildly uninhibited in bed. It was a welcome change from women I’d been with before.
“Who?” I looked up from my desk, not sure who Helena was talking about, and not sure whether I needed to be worried.
“The girls.”