Page 58 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One

“You drink from other people all the time. It’s not that big of a deal.”

His thumb sweeps down behind my ear and rests on the fluttering pulse point on my neck. Blood thrums away at the spot, and the sensation spreads down my body before settling between my legs.

I shudder out a breath when he leans down to my ear. I think he might bite me. I think I might want him to.

“Your blood is your life force. It’s the biggest deal there is.”

I lean my cheek into him as he nuzzles my neck. Every heartbeat pounds against my skin.

He straightens up, pulling me to him, breaking contact with my neck with a sharp sigh.

“We should talk,” he says, but I can still feel his deep cravings. “About limits.”

“Right.” I take a few breaths of the cold night air. “I guess mine are pretty basic—I don’t want anyone controlling me, and I don’t want to get turned into a vampire without my permission. Oh, and you can’t compel me.”

“I won’t compel you. Is that all?”

He cocks an eyebrow.

“I think that covers most of it, but I’ll add to the list if I need to. Actually, if we’re banging I need a safe word. How aboutBob?”

He grimaces.

“I can’t think of anything that will snap me out of a trance of lust as fast as your old boss’s name,” he says. His mouth puckers like he just tasted something sour.

“Is that the bond talking?” I ask, pressing my hand to my heart. “Dennis, are you jealous?”

“No.” He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back. “If I am, it’s a perfectly rational vampire response, considering my blood is flowing through your veins. But I promise not to act on it, as long as you don’t when it flares up in you.”

“Jealous? Me? No way.”

“Then you’ll be fine when I feed from others.”

The thought makes me prickly because he’s so adamant about not drinking my blood, but I refuse to say that out loud.

“Yeah. It’s whatever.”

His phone rings, and I’m glad he has to go back inside the room to get it. By the time he walks out, I’ve composed my thoughts and face, but it’s still ringing.

“She’s going to want to speak to both of us,” he says. I catch the name flashing across the screen.

Barbie Girl.

“Seriously?”

He grins.

“It fits, right?”

The familiar voice comes through the speaker.

“What the fuck have you two gotten yourselves into?” Barb asks. “Dennis, I emailed you the itinerary. You need to get the car and get your asses to the next haunting tomorrow. Beatrice, you might want to avoid visiting home anytime soon. Some hunters were spotted at that place where you used to bartend.”

Dennis and I exchange a glance.

“Bob’s?” I ask quietly. I’d laugh at the expression on Dennis’ face if the situation wasn’t so awful.

“Yeah, that’s it. Be safe you two, and try not to fuck this up.”