The Wedding Night Bite

suite. It smelled like pine and old wood, a scen

the bed. She was still in her wedding dress, a s

dn't loo

I asked, my voice so

eatly over her mouth. It was the same one she' d wor

by the cloth. "My first real kiss... it was

pped. Ryan Bla

rs welling in her eyes. "It's special. But... we

tional. She expected me to sleep with her while sh

night," I said, trying to keep

s brushing her cheek. My touch was m

back like I'

" she c

d hurt. "Joss, we're mar

this time. I just wanted to s

udden. I recoiled, a sharp pain shooting up my arm. I looke

ctful!" she screamed,

dana from her face

tand! You just wa

e dresser and stormed out of the cabin. The door slammed shut, le

s supposed to be our marital bed. I had spent years dream

g at the auto parts distributor, a steady but dead-end job, because it gave me the predictable hours she demanded. I' d given up my fri

st bit me on our wedding night beca

just a small wound, but it felt like the tip of an iceberg, a sign of somethin

ht. This was something