All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,214

to his right. “Kitchen is in there. Feel free to help yourself to anything.” He then points to his left. “Guest bedroom with bathroom is over there. Any questions?”

“Can I see your coffin before you go to bed?”

His lips quirk up into a smile. “Wherever you’re getting your information, it’s highly outdated. We don’t sleep in coffins anymore. Besides, feather beds are way more comfortable.” Damiano sweeps into a low bow. “Until tomorrow night.”

As I watch him pad away, my stomach twists and turns, my insides in complete knots. Mostly, it’s anticipation. However, there’s a small part of me that’s afraid of what will happen. It’s not going to be just him, but other vampires as well. Will they be as considerate as Damiano? One vampire feeding on me, I think I can handle, but several? They’d drain me for sure.

Wait, maybe he’s bringing me there as a snack? Is that what vampires do? Like it’s potluck and everyone brings a human to share? A chill zips down my spine and I wrap my arms around myself. That’s silly, though. If he wanted to kill me, he could have just done so at the cemetery. John certainly had no qualms about it.

Yawning, I reach over and grab my corset, and head to the bedroom. I’ll check out the kitchen tomorrow morning. As it is, I don’t have an appetite right now. Too many things are churning through my mind to let me be able to eat.

Slipping into the room, I’m surprised by how nice it is. It’s not the most decorated space, but the four-poster bed looks soft and inviting. And white. Maybe it’s that way on purpose? Maybe he’s less inclined to tear out someone’s throat if he has to clean up a big mess. And with white linen, any spot of blood is a big mess.

The bathroom stands adjacent, but isn’t anything to write home about. The only thing missing is a mirror. But then again, that makes sense. Vampires don’t have a reflection. It would be nice if they considered the humans staying with them, though. I’d kill to see if I look as wretched as I feel.

Since the adrenaline has worn off, the activities of the night have been catching up with me. Eying the tub, I notice a few jars of salt on the rim. A soak would definitely help. I fill the tub and dump two of the jars in before settling down into the warm water. Dear Gaia, but it feels like heaven to my sore muscles. Without my phone, I have no clue what time it is, but it must be getting late. I can hardly keep my eyes open.

Resolving to soak only for a few minutes, I let my mind drift, not even realizing I fell asleep until water tickles the base of my nose. With a start, I slide up and drain the water. No sense dying now when I finally have a shot at being with a real life vampire! And to think, all my life I thought it was just a lovely dream that would never come true. Getting out of the tub, I wrap myself in a towel and head back over to the bed. Within moments of lying down, I drift right back off to sleep.

Chapter 4

Hard. That’s how I wake up. Groaning, I palm my erection, my brain going a mile a minute. I didn’t think I could dream when I slept, however, this raging hard-on is making me wonder about that. I can’t even remember ever waking up with morning wood since I was turned. Frowning, I grip the base of my cock, the sensation shooting sparks of pleasure though my balls and up my spine.

It’s that little minx. My life was perfect until she showed up. Absently, I stroke my length, my mind drifting back to Dahlia. How I wish it was her hands wrapped around me, bringing me relief. Or better yet, her mouth. Dio mio. What am I even thinking? Any part of her on me would be a blessed relief.

With a frown, I release myself and lie back with both hands behind my head. What I need right now is clarity, and I’m not going to get that by getting myself off, much less getting off to Dahlia. I don’t need my brain forging those pathways. That would be dangerous.

Sighing, I close my eyes again. One night. What the hell was I thinking? Would she be satisfied with just one