CHAPTER 4 – Anna

“You have the be the most un-fun person alive.”

Roman didn’t even look up from the book he was reading to reply to me.

“Some people argue that we aren’t alive so that voids your theory.”

His voice was so bored as if babysitting me were the worst possible thing that could happen to him. Well, it was no cakewalk for me either. Not only was I still strapped to the damn bed, but I was slowly going insane.

The strangest thing had happened after the Queen of Doom left. Roman actually started looking good to me. Okay, moment of honesty. He always looked fucking fantastic because he was built like a badass motorcycle gang member and had the attitude to match. But I could withstand that, because of his shitty attitude.

No, it was something else, he not only looked like sex on a stick, but he was starting to smell like it. Shit, damn, and hell! What was I supposed to do when he smelled like dinner, and my stomach was growling?

To make matters worse every time my stomach betrayed me in that vocal way, Roman rolled his eyes. He is such a fucking teenage girl, and I told him that. I didn’t know anyone who rolled their eyes as much as Rachel until he came along. I wanted to see Rachel, Luke, or my parents, anyone but Roman.

But no, my jailer sat in his chair with his shirt off eating an apple and reading Tolstoy. Seriously? Who reads Eastern European Literature unless they are forced to in high school? I will tell you who, fun suckers like Roman.

“Can you sleep or something?” he grumbled not looking at me.

I mocked the words, “Can’t you sleep or something? What do you think shit fLuke? I am strapped to a bed wearing boxers that don’t belong to me. How do I even know they are clean? What if some dudes dick had just been in these and I have dick juice on me!”

This brought his head up.

“Those are clean boxers, and you would have been wearing the sweatpants if they didn’t keep falling off.”

“Whose are they?” I shouted, fairly certain they were his. “Because I have never had jizz next to my vagina and I…”

“Shut the fuck up!” he roared, flared red. “They are clean! They came from my drawer and be thankful my mother didn’t care if you were covered up or not. You are spoiled and obnoxious, and we should have staked you!”

“Spoiled?” I scoffed, “You are one to talk Prince Roman! My flared still stings from that little tidbit.”

He scowled and moved closer to the bed. I couldn’t help that my pulse fluttered wildly, and my eyes dilated. I was itching for a fight, and it looked like I was finally going to get it.

“There is nothing wrong with your flared,” he said through gritted teeth.

I rolled my eyes in exact replica of his previous rolling. “Really, because I am pretty sure you can’t feel my fLuke. But maybe you can, being undead and all. Tell me, Princely Poo, how am I feeling?”

He shot out and covered my mouth with his large hand. His hard body pressing me into the mattress. And once again I found myself laying under a sex god. Only nobody was getting any action.

He smelled so good that I licked his hand preparing to bite it.

“Fuck!” he reared his head back, and I saw his own fangs had descended. “You are insane!”

I wasn’t about to let that go. I threw my head forward trying to headbutt him, but he was too fast. His hand was pressing my forehead into the bed before I could get any momentum going.

“Why can’t I just go home?” I shouted.

“And eat your family?” he scoffed his breath doing weird things to my stomach as he panted in my ear. “If by some miracle they managed to get away from you. They could use you to get back to the pack and kill us all. So, yeah, your idea is shit.”

Never in my life had I wanted to hurt someone more than I wanted to hurt Roman. My skin felt hot like it was on fire and my teeth were burning. I yanked at the cuffs that were holding me down not caring about the burning of my flesh. Fuck it, fuck it all, I needed to get out of there.

“Stop it!” he commanded, and I laughed.

“Like I give a flying rats ass what you say.”

I tugged harder, and my skin felt like it was ripping.

“You are so fucking stubborn!”

One second he was yelling at me, and the next his fangs were in my neck. He was sucking my blood, and it felt like someone was sucking my pussy. Not that I knew precisely what that felt like, but I knew what it meant to get myself off, and I was seconds away from imploding.

I thrust my hips up and met his raging erection. Was that because of me?

I didn’t care I just needed more contact. Every suck from his mouth on my neck had me swirling higher and higher until I broke.

With a scream, my pussy throbbed, the orgasm overtaking everything. This was different from what I could do with my own hand. Black dots appeared at the corners of my vision and then he pulled away. His lips were red, but he wasn’t messy like I had been with Jimmy.

“Sleep,” he commanded, and my eyes closed.

I couldn’t have fought it even if I tried. I was so tired, more exhausted than I can ever remember being.

The door opened, but I couldn’t open my eyes to see who had come.

“What the fuck, Roman,” it was Luke’s voice. “It smells like sex in here.”

“She is still a virgin,” Roman bit out, “I had to subdue her, she was out of control.”

I wanted to argue with that, even though he was totally right I was off my rocker. But then it dawned on me that they had called me a virgin. How in the hell would they know that? My own best friend didn’t know that I hadn’t done the deed.

Luke muttered something like, “I hope you know what you are doing.”

And then the door slammed.

I could hear Roman slump down in the chair he had been sitting in. If I wasn’t so boneless, I would have been embarrassed. I just climaxed from some slight Levi loving and his canines in my jugular.

I hear a zipper being pulled and wondered what he was up to when the sounds of low moans met my ears. Oh, my flippity fuck tarts, he was beating off!

I jerked but my eyes didn’t open and then finally the darkness started to take me away. It was probably a dream, I decided. There is no way that really could have happened.

Could it?

No.

It was just a dream, and when I woke up, all of this would fade away like the nightmare it really was.