He finishes tucking her in, then strides away toward one of the bedrooms. I creep around the top edges of the roof until I get a better view of him. He climbs into bed, then grabs a photo of a man from his bedside table and kisses it softly before returning it.
Oh.
Oh, I see. I suppose I don’t have to kill him after all. With that little bit of satisfaction in my gut, I return to the window so I can watch the girl. Another hour passes as I do nothing but take in every detail of her, the way she breathes, the way the cat glares at me off and on before falling back into dreams of catching rodents or playing with a feather toy.
The girl. I realize I keep thinking of her as “the girl” or “my girl” or “mine, mine, FUCKING MINE.” But she has a name.
What was it? Didn’t he call her something? Something pretty yet unexpected.
Hmm. I think back.
Everly. That’s her name. That’s the woman who belongs to me. My heart seems to thump out her name over and over again.
“Come back to me,” I say softly against the glass. “Come back anytime. If you don’t, I’ll come to you.”
She moves in her sleep, one of her hands snaking beneath the throw blanket.
My fangs elongate as I watch her. “Are you doing what I think you’re—”
Her hand starts to move, and I know—just as I know sunset is only a quarter of an hour away—that she’s touching herself.
“Keep going,” I breathe. “Keep going for me.”
She turns her face toward me, her color better now that she’s had the bag of not-blood. Her eyes are shut, but I can feel her, as if she’s watching me watch her.
“Touch it how you like, Everly. Touch it and think of me.” I have no power over her. Not from out here. Not without her blood in me. But even so, her hand moves faster.
My cock, newly awakened, strains against my jeans. It feels tight, and hot, and so, so ready to be inside my woman. I’m panting as I watch her, and her cat jumps off the couch and scurries away.
“More, sweet Everly. More. I want you to come.” It’s as if I can feel echoes of her pleasure ricocheting through me. My cock demands my attention, and for the first time in ages, I reach for myself, palming my hard length as I watch this fascinating, intoxicating, perfect woman.
“Keep going.” I run my hand up and down my shaft, sending shivers of pleasure through me.
She moans. I can hear it. Soft and low and sweet.
My cock thickens even more, my heart shaking the pillars of the earth as I watch her, as I stroke and stroke.
“Come for me, Everly.”
Her lips purse, and then I swear I hear her whisper my name. Then a sparkle of pleasure bursts behind my eyes, and I come, spurting all over the filthy window as she moans low and long, her own orgasm like an electric current that runs straight through me.
I gulp in the warm morning air, and only then do I realize the sun is rising, singeing my hair and promising my doom.
4
Everly
Buffy purrs loudly as I scratch her little head. I’m bored out of my mind. I’m not sure what Ian is off doing. He said he’d be back later. I’m guessing he’s still irritated with me, because he didn’t invite me to go with him. I hate that he doesn’t let me help him more. Especially when he goes out.
“You think I should go for a coffee run?” I ask Buffy. She lets out a meow and opens her eyes. “It’s a figure of speech. I just mean a drink or something.” I hate coffee unless it’s filled with extra caramel and sugar. Then I can manage to get it down. “I’ll go and be right back,” I reassure her before I get off the sofa.
She gives me what I’m certain is a skeptical look, but I pretend I don’t see it.
I go into my room to change. I never sleep in here. I always crash on the sofa. Bouncing around in the foster system, I was used to people being around. If temporarily. I never had my own space. When I moved in with Ian, I was sure I’d be excited about having a room all to myself. I was wrong. I tried to stay in here, but I found it was way too quiet. It creeped me out.
I grab a pair of black yoga pants and a black hoodie. I totally didn’t dress like this because I’m going to go peek around anywhere I shouldn’t. It’s for comfort. I dip into the room where Ian keeps all his hand weapons and grab myself a spike and my trusty crossbow, just in case I run into any trouble. I mean, you never know. Best to be prepared.