Series: The Un Series by Izzy Sweet
Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109192 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 546(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Despite coming all over me.
Sliding into bed beside her, I pull the quilt up and tuck it around her shoulders. Taking care to make sure she’s covered in softness and will be warm.
Us vampires tend to run on the cooler side, unless we’ve recently eaten.
Wrapping one arm around her, I long to press my body against her, but my cock is still pressing painfully against my zipper.
And I don’t think she’d appreciate getting poked in the back all day.
The pain I suffer now, though, is worth the peace slowly seeping into her body as she falls asleep.
For a long time, I stare at her, my thoughts jumping all over the place.
My own rest eluding me.
I survived what we did today by the skin of my teeth. But what will happen tomorrow? And possibly the night after?
The answer to my problem strikes me like a lightning bolt to the cock.
She opened herself to me.
I wasn’t able to achieve any physical relief while awake…
But what’s to stop me from seeking it in her dreams?
NINE
ALENA
A weeping stone wall stands before me, stretching up as far as I can see.
I stare hard at it, frowning. Where did it come from? Has it always been here?
It’s been cracked somehow. The streams of endless murky tears that flow down its surface disappearing into several jagged crevices.
How can I possibly fix this?
Reaching out, the tips of my fingers touch one of the crevices, but the moment I feel a bite of pain I jerk my hand back.
This… this is a disaster. If I don’t somehow fix these cracks—
“Is this where you lived?” Raphael asks, his voice strangled as if the words are choking him.
Spinning away from the wall in surprise, I see a shadow walking into my old cell. The shadow has the form and shape of a man but is made completely of darkness. A darkness so thick I can’t see through it.
The shadow doesn’t frighten me, though. I can sense it’s Raphael somehow.
The shadow walks right up to my bed and bends down, touching my brown blanket. The bed is just as I left it, with half the blanket hanging off the edge and the white sheets stained red.
Fingers made of darkness rub my blanket and this cold, unwanted… sadness flows over me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, his intrusion feeling like a violation.
He doesn’t belong here. This is my space. My… prison. Where I suffer the agony of existing.
How did he get in? It shouldn’t be possible.
This is a dream, isn’t it?
Straightening, the shadow shimmers, momentarily becoming transparent. “You let me in.”
I shake my head in denial. I wouldn’t. I couldn’t… but how else did he get here?
He must have tricked me into giving him the key.
The shadow begins to stalk slowly toward me, leaving a trail of black mist in its wake. “How long did they keep you here?”
Instead of answering him, I say, “You need to leave.”
The shadow stops and shimmers again. “I’m not leaving you here alone.”
I laugh bitterly at that. “I’m always alone.”
I prefer it, actually. It’s better than being hurt or disappointed.
The shadow moves toward me again, the darkness melting away. Wispy tendrils of black swirling off his body, Raphael materializes in the flesh.
And he’s somehow even more handsome than I remember. So handsome and perfect, it nearly takes my breath away.
Stopping in front of me, he reaches down as if to touch my cheek.
“From now on, you will never be alone,” he vows with tempting blood-red lips.
I jerk my face away at the last second and step to the side.
My heart pounds with fear, anger, and strangely excitement.
But I don’t want him here. This is my place, and he has no right barging in.
He has no right to see the inside of me.
“We’re all alone in the end,” I counter and glare at him.
His eyes glitter, full of dark promise. “For us, there is no end.”
The promise resonates inside my chest as if it’s being echoed by an invisible gong, but I find no comfort in it.
Only terror.
There has to be an end. For this to go on for an eternity would not only be unbearable, but extremely cruel.
Surely, he wouldn’t force that on me?
His head suddenly turns as if he spotted something out of the corner of his eye. “What is that wall?”
“Don’t…” I warn, knowing his intention before he acts on it.
Ignoring me, he reaches out and touches the stone. “Why is it wet?”
Just as I grab his arm to pull him away, he gives the wall a hard punch. Cracking it even more.
A lightning bolt of pain courses through me, stealing all the air from my lungs and the thoughts in my head.
Dropping to my knees, I double over, trapped in a prison of pure agony.
“Fuck!” Raphael snarls viciously.
Waves of all the torment and anguish I’ve locked away over the past decade rip and tear through me. Threatening to destroy what little of my sanity is left.