Chosen (Part I) Read Free Page B

continue his 'affectionate' assault. His type of kissing, grinding, fondling and affection was supposed to be shared between lovers; the one receiving his hateful love should want it, not wish to run away from it.
    I stiffened my lips but Ryan's mouth easily pried them open. Inward shot his slimy tongue, massaging and forging ahead despite my objection. Further stinging as sharp, unnatural teeth prodded my tongue. Blood's metallic taste flooded my mouth.
    Soon his cock would be inside me. No no no.
    Ryan's thighs got between mine and spread my legs apart. "Oh baby." He noisily sighed. "I'm gonna fuck you good. Fuck your tight little sweet-tasting pussy. "
    My body continually betrayed me by preparing for his entry; even as I struggled, twisted in a futile attempt to gain control.
    He gripped his cock and shoved forward, tapping to get further. I thrashed beneath him, lashed at his legs with my heels and kicked.
    "Oh, yeah baby. Keep tryin' to fight me off. Just makes me hornier."
    Surprisingly, he withdrew once his boner hit resistance and—freeing my wrists—he rose up to straddle my thighs. His faded jeans rumpled below his balls, blond hair encircling his cock. He stroked himself into a frenzy, arched his back and cried out in rapture.
    Reddish tones darkened around his cock as it spewed and spurted. More quick strokes. His pale fluids pumped on my inner thighs, navel; even up to my breasts.
    " Ah, ah, ah. Oh, ohhh baby ." Ryan's hard, toned stomach quivered as he stroked.
    Christ, his orgasm lasted forever. But he'd left my virginity intact.
    Relief didn't last. He dipped and sank his teeth in my neck, sucked hard, savoring my pain.
    I screamed, struck his shoulders over and over. Moisture ran from my mauled throat, pooled inside my ears like bloody tears.
    And then real tears followed.
    Ryan backed off. "Don't cry, princess. It'll only hurt a few more minutes." He grinned, sloped fangs glistening with my blood.
    His teeth ripped my flesh. Again .
    " No. No, no, no... " I writhed under his attack until succumbing to blessed darkness. 
    * * * *
    I woke to an intense, hot throbbing at the side of my neck. Too terrified to look at the wound; too terrified to glimpse the full horror of it.
    Visions flashed of a gory, gaping hole next to my throat.
    Maybe my imagination made it seem worse? Either way the idea of looking made me nervous, nauseous. 
    I lifted to a sitting position on the bed. In my weakened state, the red walls shifted and whirled. That bastard parasite must've taken quite a bit of blood.
    Lucky I'm not dead.
    At the other side of the room, Ashley slept with the covers up to her nose. No coincidence that her neck was shielded.
    Time to admit obvious facts to myself. No more living in denial. Vampirism existed. Immortals existed. These facts confronted and stared me in the face; impossible to deny any longer.
    Carefully I rose from the bed.
    Within the en suite bathroom, my heart skipped as I glanced in the overhead mirror. In that instant I witnessed the horrific wounds.
    I drew in a deep breath and peered closer.
    Two vicious bites had created tiny, myriad holes beneath my jaw. Dried blood smeared it, caked a darker shade at jagged edges. Strands of my hair lay plastered to the injury. Copper lines from the wounds streaked to my chest and ears.
    It looked like I'd been attacked by a vicious, rabid dog.
    Nausea turned my stomach. I heaved, doubled over, sank in front of the toilet and puked. My nausea only worsened from the nasty odor of vomit.
    By the time I was finished, the muscles ached in my shoulders, chest and stomach.
    I grabbed the corner of the sink to hoist myself up. I leaned over the opaque basin waiting for my pulse and breathing to slow.
    The wounds didn't look so bad after all. The idea of being attacked was far worse than the bites themselves.
    I found a wash cloth in the lower cabinet, wet it, then gently wiped off the blood. I also raised my nightshirt and scrubbed away Ryan's sticky