Page 13 of Alaric's Hidden Gem

“Does that sound comfortable to you?” I asked with sarcasm dripping from my voice.

“Sue me. How am I supposed to know what vampires do?” she said with a frown. “You haven't slept the last three nights.”

I ignored her tedious words and put my sunglasses on.

“Finish your food, and I can give you a tour of the island,” I said, since I was keen to show her there was no escape from the island.

Her furrowed brow cleared, and her face lit up. She looked much more pleasant with a smile on her face. Keeping her happy and comfortable may be easier for me in the long term. If what Samuel had said about human life extension was true, she would be mine for eternity. I mirrored her smile and stopped my impatient finger tapping on the table.

Her face fell, and I frowned.

“I don't have any clothes or shoes,” she said with dismay.

Humans were so fragile. I tried to remember what I packed, but in my haste, not much of it would have be useful to her. Other than her documentation, there wasn't much else I’d brought. I messaged Damien to get her some essentials because I knew they wanted to meet her at some point. I may as well get it over with now rather than later.

“The T-shirt is fine. I will get you a pair of flip-flops,” I said, standing up to see that she didn't have much of her breakfast left.

Chapter 12

Gemma

He walked away at a normal speed. I wish he would put a shirt on. His naked body was distracting. The constant feeling between being horny and wanting to find ways to kill him were always conflicting thoughts. I wondered if all vampires were as miserable as he was. For the last two days, he’d done nothing but screw me and suck my blood. The initial bite marks looked horrid. I had puncture wounds on my neck, shoulder, breasts, arms, wrist and thighs. The healing process was much faster since I had consumed his blood.

I finished the last of my coffee before I stood up and stretched my aching muscles, ignoring the glass plug in my ass. I was grateful it was a small one. I’d seen some awful items in the sex dungeon’s cupboard. It was in my best interest not to piss him off.

He came up behind me and dropped the flip-flops in front of me. I couldn't help but smile as I saw that their backs had been cut so they would fit a little better.

“Thank you. Can I get some of your shorts or boxers to wear?”

“No, I like having easy access to your naked cunt,” he said before he took my hand, and I noticed he had put a dark green T-shirt on. “Not to mention that my shorts would drown you, and I don't own any underwear.”

I gaped at him for a moment because his dick would be all over the place without anything to hold it in place. His face was like stone, and his sunglasses hid his eyes. My eyes dropped to his dick, but he wore black shorts, making it difficult to see where he was hanging.

I slipped my feet into the shoes and noticed I had a slight tan. It had been cooler in Paris. I thought of all the Alain and Lucie. It might have gotten back to my parents that I was missing. I glanced up at Alaric again. He was so rigid that I doubted he would let me contact them.

He led me away from the house and the path that led down the cliff towards the beach. We walked for several minutes on a pathway, and I saw a large clearing with a helicopter on it. There was no chance of me escaping on that. As we began to descend, I could see the tip of the mainland.

My heart sank because it was too far away to swim. His hand tightened around mine, and I knew he must have heard a change in my breathing or heartbeat. That shit freaked me out because he could always gauge what was happening inside my head through his senses. I focused on his hand because he wasn't cold, and his body wasn't hot either. I’d never seen him sweat.

I’d spent the last few days observing Alaric. He wasn't forthcoming with information when I asked questions, and most of the time, when he spoke, it was to order me around. So it wasn't surprising that our walk was silent. It took around twenty-five to thirty-five minutes to reach the bottom of the peak. The sun shone brightly, and being surrounded by nature was relaxing. There were so many trees, bushes and flowering plants. The variety of foliage was too vast, and I suspected some had been introduced to the island. I glanced at the mature trees that must have taken years to grow.

“How long have you owned the island for?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“Almost nine hundred years.”

I stopped in my tracks from shock.

“You've been around for nine hundred years?”

He lifted his sunglasses up, and I saw the amusement in his eyes, which softened his face.

“Oh, we've been around much longer than that.”

“We?”

“I have two brothers,” he said, covering his eyes again and tugging at my hand.

Brothers? Damn it. I had so many questions.