Vampire Bait

I’ve been hiding for centuries. I don’t know how they found me, but it doesn’t matter. There’s a hunter loose in the castle and now I have something to fight for. I have something to protect.

Alice’s arm is wrapped around mine as we start moving toward the door. I look at her and every protective instinct in me begins to grow and take over.

No one is ever going to hurt her.

I guide her out of the banquet hall, past the kitchen, and then up the stairs. There’s no sight of the hunter as we head to my bedroom.

“What are we doing?” she asks as I pull her inside.

I close the door and lock it.

She’s looking nervous and unsure as I hurry over to the massive wooden armoire and use the last of my strength to pick it up.

With a grunt, I slam it down in front of the door.

The hunter isn’t getting in.

But more importantly, Alice isn’t getting out.

Chapter Four

Alice

I stare in stunned silence as I watch Roderic pick up an enormous wooden armoire and place it in front of the door.

He shouldn’t be that strong. His body is hard and muscular, but no human should be able to lift anything that heavy, especially when they’re injured. It’s impossible.

His eyes fall closed as he stumbles backward and leans against the wall. He’s not doing too well.

We should be heading toward a hospital right now. That arrow wound is going to kill him.

I should be moving, but all I’m able to do is stare at his flawless face.

On paper, he shouldn’t be good looking. His skin is deathly pale, his eyes have a reddish tint to them, and his black hair is long and slicked back. I’ve never liked long hair on men, but on him, I can’t imagine anything else.

Every inch of his face is stunning. His nose is carved to perfection, his mouth looks sensual and wickedly sexy with his large canines pressing against his full lips, his cheekbones are sharp and defined, and his eyes… fuck his eyes… I can’t stop staring at them. They don’t even look human.

Every inch of me is being drawn to him and I don’t know why. He doesn’t look like the guys from Hollywood that I’m used to drooling over. He’s on a whole other level.

I want to touch him so badly. A warm shiver erupted through me in the banquet hall when I felt how cool his hard skin was. It was like shaking hands with a marble statue, and ever since, I can’t stop wondering what the rest of him feels like. I want to run my hands over his muscular chest and down his sculpted abs. I want to feel the curves along his strong arms and see if his cock is as hard as his hands are.

“Take your shirt off,” I say as I roll up my sleeves. I have to fix that wound somehow or he’s going to die. Seeing his naked torso is just an added bonus.

He makes his way to the bed, but he’s looking more sluggish, like the arrow wound is starting to have an effect on him.

I rush over and catch him as he stumbles onto the mattress. He sits down with a wince and slowly takes his shirt off.

My mind is racing and my eyes are wide as I see his gorgeous pale torso come into view. He has a strong wide chest and hard defined abs. My fingers tingle with the desire to touch him, but I hold myself in check.

“Let’s see the wound,” I say as I cross to his other side and look at his back. I cringe when I see it. The hole is still there, but there’s no blood. Why is there no blood?

“You can’t fix me,” he says in his smooth sensual voice that feels like silk in my ears. “Not with bandages anyway.”

“Then how?” I ask. “How can I fix you?”

I’ll do anything.

“I don’t want to put you through that.”

“Put me through what?”

He just stares at me with those ravishing eyes and I feel my insides turn to jelly. Waves of warmth start swelling inside me and flowing down between my legs. I’m a virgin who’s never even been kissed before, but my pussy is aching with need.

I don’t understand the strong reaction and it shakes me to my core. My cheeks start turning pink and I swallow hard as he notices.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that Dustin was going to hurt you. I didn’t know what he was planning. I came here thinking we were going to study the castle and then…”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he says, making my heart start to pound. “You can do no wrong as far as I’m concerned.”

His gaze is so alluring. I’m captivated by it.

I feel like a minnow staring mesmerized at the light of an angler fish right before she gets devoured.