Things are starting to heat up. Poor Malcolm doesn't understand why he isn't able to feed on Pam’s sexual energy.
Hell YES! I have been waiting and wanting to get Malcolm Dawson naked since the moment I laid eyes on him weeks ago. And while I’m all for girls looking out for each other plus all that weird shit, I heard Hana saying on the phone I was not leaving Malcolm AGAIN because she wanted to go. Her stooges could walk her to the dorm, and I knew that if they didn’t or they did and pissed her off, Hana would handle herself. Malcolm kisses better than any guy I’ve kissed before. He probably has more practice than guys I knew in high school. His long and wide tongue twirled and folded around mine while his meaty hands kneaded my ass as he carried me like I weighed nothing to his bed. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I’m a chunk hunter. A toothpick wouldn’t even try, let alone be able to lift and carry me to a bed like that. I squinted a little when he turned the light on. Thankfully, it wasn’t super bright; it was a table lamp instead of an overhead light. I didn’t care what his room lo
Frustrating is one word to describe sex with Pam. I’m not saying the sex was bad. Far from it. It was only frustrating because no matter how many times I made that girl cum I couldn’t feed off her sexual energy. This has never happened to me. Even when my power first started to come in, I could get a boost just from the general sexual energy of a kid three rooms over jacking it. Yet, balls deep in Pam, I couldn’t get anything. Well, I mean, I got pleasure from fucking her. It was a hell of a good time. Not often that I got a girl in my bed that was down to be tied up while I fucked her. I’ve had a few, but those were bunnies who have long since graduated. I wouldn’t have the rope or spots on my headboard and footboard to secure them if I’d never ventured into that kink. Pam handled it well enough that I think I might’ve unlocked a new kink for her. By the time I was done, not just in that I came but that I’d decided to stop trying to feed off her. She was exhausted, and it wasn’t w
If this place had turned out actually to be just a bookstore, I was going to be pissed and look up the nearest club to hit up sans Malcolm. I did not dress up in this tight black zipper front bodice top and short red skirt to drive two hours to look around a bookstore. If I’d been told we were shopping for books, I’d have been down and dressed accordingly, but I was promised an exclusive members-only club. Thank god there was more to this place than met the eye. There was so much to look at that I didn’t know where to look at it at first. I settled on the exhibitionist demo with the sexy redhead getting tied up by a chunk lite. Yes, that’s how I’m describing the guy. He wasn’t a full chunk like Malcolm, but the potential was there. He looked like he worked out just enough to have muscle tone and be strong enough to Dominate someone. So, it’s not unattractive, but I’d still take Malcolm if given the choice. And the guy made that choice super easy. It was weird when the guy stopped
I’ve been spending more time with Pam, no labels, but the guys, especially Max, have been giving me grief about how much I’ve been seeing of her since our failed date at Well Thumbed. I know the bunnies, especially that one girl… whatever her name is, have taken notice and are not happy. Pam has been with me at every party I’ve been to since that date. I’ve managed to ignore them. I don’t know why I gravitate to Pam. I like being around her, even when we aren’t fucking. Though the sex has been fan-fucking-tastic. Because I spend more time with Pam, I know that Hana has been feeling a bit ignored and may be used by Aidan and his friends. I know they write her notes. I’ve had to pass some along. I don’t know what they say. I don’t read them and will not ask Hana or Aidan to tell me what is in them. That’s their business. I find it shitty that they string her along with these letters but, in public, act like she’s another faceless student. I hope, for all their sakes, whatever is going
After texting Hana, I took the initiative. Just call me Santa Pam. I played McFingers like a damn fiddle bringing up Dai-suk-it. He and his friends were already making their plans. I couldn’t hear what they said in that room, but I could imagine. The look on Aidan’s face was priceless when I told him Hana’s lackluster fling was sniffing around. I’ve never seen someone move as fast as he did to return to his room. I checked my flight status on my phone as I entered the frat’s kitchen. I knew there wouldn’t be many guys here over break, but there were close to twenty guys in the kitchen, and they all went silent when I walked in. I arched my eyebrow as everyone turned to look at me. “Um. Hi. Did I interrupt some super-secret frat meeting?” I joked. “Yes.” “No.” “This is bullshit.” “What’s she doing here?” “Get out.” “Are we done here?” It was a cacophony of different answers. Some contradicted each other, and others were just rude. Like fuck you very much. Who the fuck i
After I’d walked Pam to my room, I returned to the kitchen with my frat brothers. For those that were innocent, I understood and would apologize to them later. All this is blindsiding them. For those that are the rats, those fuckers should’ve seen this coming. Our frat motto is Kerothen Philoi Aei, which means Friends from the Heart, Forever. You don’t betray your friends. “You get all their phones?” I asked. “Right here. No one’s going to alert the enemy.” Harris nodded, holding up a grocery bag full of phones. “Why did you have Harris take our phones?” Sal asked. “And what is he talking about ‘enemy’?” Tomaso demanded. If either of them is involved in this, I don’t know how I’ll handle it. They are more than my frat brothers; they are my teammates. Also, if they are involved in this, I don’t know how I’d explain to Coach and the rest of the team why they’re at best on the injured list next semester or, at worst, dead. I didn’t want to think of that possibility, but I knew I had
Waking up in a strange bed in a strange place was weird. I at least had Malcolm with me. If I kept my eyes closed, I could pretend we were still at Yale in his frat dorm room. That was normal. That made sense. No getting kidnapped off an airplane by a teacher. No being held prisoner by three crazy people. No fearing for my life. No seeing my new bestie shoot three people in the head. No washing brain chunks out of my hair. And no crazy conspiracy theories flooding my mind to try and explain it all away. Of course, I couldn’t stay in bed and pretend it was all just some nightmare. I’m Pamela Grace Batista. I’ve got a reputation to uphold. So, I put on my brave face. I tried to be upbeat. After finding Hana, I focused more on all the eye candy her hometown had to offer. Though not even the smorgasbord of chunks or finding out Malcolm had been calling me, his girlfriend could truly erase all the anxiety and trauma I was trying to bury. I was glad Hana didn’t plan for us to have brea
“Where was I? Oh right. Albert, well, he’s a vampire. There are some dampires in DKE, meaning the children of a male vampire and a human woman. Dampires have potential powers, but they won’t be unlocked unless they are turned.” She explained. “McHickey is a vampire? Okay, that I can totally believe. No one ever sees him during the day. And I’ve bumped into him, and he’s cold, literally.” I nodded, which made the most sense of everything she’d told me. “How will that work? If you have to share a bed with him, it’ll be like a human-sized ice cube under the covers. Is his dick cold too?” Hana pinched the bridge of her nose. “I… wouldn’t know. I haven’t done anything like that with any of them.” “Fine, but after you do, you need to tell me. I’m curious.” I chuckled. “I’m willing to accept that these things are real. But how does that all add up to what happened to me?” “So Isak, Aidan, and Albert used to be part of the Order of the Jade Seal. The child vampire, Azer, and the African an