All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,127

to my coworkers talk about stuff that I have never heard about before. It makes me feel like even more of an outsider than I already am.

I just want to fit in. For once in my life, I want to feel like I belong somewhere.

Now, in the space of less than an hour, it seems my life has just turned into an exciting drama worthy of the big screen. A hunky, mysterious stranger has walked into my life and swept me off my feet. In the movies, the next step would be getting drawn into some sort of dangerous intrigue.

I can deal without that part, thank you very much. I just want the exciting, mysterious hunk.

He turns to me. “You don’t talk about this space with others who don’t already know about it. Understand?”

I nod as an unfamiliar thrill ripples through me. Excitement? Fear?

Definitely desire, because my cock’s rock-hard.

When he reaches up and quickly does something so fast that, in the dark, I can’t tell if it’s a button or keypad or what, a section of wall swings open and exposes a staircase. As I follow Tiberius down into the darkness, my pulse once again pounds the way it did the night I escaped from my.

It’s a mix of terror and heady anticipation.

At the bottom of the stairs, the door opens into a dark room that takes me a moment to process as we stand there. Red area lights and small spotlights highlight pieces of furniture where—

Gulp.

People are engaged in a variety of kinky activities, and are outright having sex, all around the large room.

Let me add I’ve never seen people having sex in real life. I’ve never even seen another person naked who isn’t an infant or one of my brothers.

Saying I’ve lived a sheltered life is not only an understatement, it’s an insult. Because the more I learn about the world, the stronger my anger simmers over my family and what they’ve subjected us kids to.

Feelings of which also fly in the face of my faith and trigger a swirling abyss of guilt and confusion within me.

I’ve barely started unpacking all of that over these past ten months of freedom and rebirth. Maybe the last thing I need right now is a relationship with a sexy older guy who seems to be the singular answer to almost every last one of my prayers.

Then again, this isn’t a relationship. Even though I’m already getting the admittedly irrational impression that if Tiberius has his way, we will absolutely be having a ‘relationship.’

He releases his grip on me to stand behind me, his hands resting on my shoulders. “What do you think?” he whispers in my right ear, raising the good kind of gooseflesh all over my body. “Anything you’d like to try?”

His words gently seep into my consciousness as my brain struggles to… process everything. I don’t even realize I’m speaking until after I have. “Yes.”

His sexy, low, rumbling chuckle warms me as my cock surges again. “What strikes your fancy, baby? What would you like to try?”

My mouth feels like cotton and I can’t articulate the mass of desires rolling through my mind.

Instead, I slowly nod. “Yes.”

He chuckles again. I didn’t know it was possible to become addicted to a sound.

I feel his cool breath against my ear. “Let’s step inside, and I’ll show you a world you never dreamed existed.” His arm settles around my shoulders and he starts guiding me into the space. “Your world is about to change in ways you can’t possibly fathom.”

One thing’s for sure—I know he’s absolutely right.

Chapter 7

Intoxicating.

Baker’s scent is already imprinted upon my senses. It doesn’t help that his wide-eyed wonder is sexy as fuck. My cock and fangs both want to be buried inside him.

Right now.

Where to start, though? From the way his pulse thrums, to the scent of his arousal, everything tells me I’ve hit upon a long-repressed desire he’s now aware can become reality.

I slowly guide him through the space to one of the black leather sofas that’s currently unoccupied. As we settle into our seats, with him tucked carefully against my side and my arm still draped around his shoulders, I’m not certain he’s even aware that we’ve moved. His focus flutters from vignette to vignette, trying to take in everything at once, overwhelming his brain almost to blue-screen status.

That’s fine. I’m looking forward to witnessing his journey and being the one to guide him through it. It restores a sense of wonder in myself I never