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I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He stretched my lips wide like always and my nostrils flared as I smelled the power in his blood right there under his skin for me. I wanted that as much as I wanted him to fuck me.

But I wanted it because it was his blood, not just powerful blood. It had always been about Ha-joon and what we shared, not just some ride on his blood.

The fact it got him going so much when I drank from him was the fun.

“I feel like I should be useful and wash your hair while you do that,” he muttered, sounding a bit confused.

I pulled off with a slurp and shrugged. “Sounds kinky. It’s multitasking at its kinkiest?”

He laughed again… But did it. Goof.

Sexy goof with a very, very tasty cock.

“Don’t drink,” he told me, nodding when I glanced up at him in shock. “Just us.”

Okay, if that was what he wanted. Maybe all the talk about his blood and feeding had… yeah, that could be a turn off or something to worry about.

But I didn’t want him to ever worry about that. So I sucked on him harder, practically choking myself to take him deeper. He loved it from the noises he was making. Completely loved it.

I swallowed down what he gave me, gasping for air when it was over.

Then I was standing with my chest pressed against the wall.

“My lover should never be so neglected that she’s horny,” he murmured in my ear as his fingers plunged into my pussy. “I didn’t bring it up before, but I heard you were checking out that officer who said he liked you.”

I knew that jealousy was going to come up. “I’m in a relationship, not dead, but I told him I was happily in a relationship. I said it for anyone to hear.”

He nipped at my ear as his fingers did everything to me that I wanted. “That’s why I’m going to fuck your perfect body until you’re sated, not spank you and walk out, my sweet kimchi. But you also need to tell me what I want to hear.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I whimpered as he teased my clit.

Ha-joon chuckled. “Not what I meant.”

It wasn’t? I sighed. “It’s hard to think.”

“You’re smart.”

“I would never cheat on you.”

“I know that without needing you to say it,” he promised. “You don’t have it in you to cheat.”

I was glad to know he felt that about me. “I want only you.”

“Closer.”

And so was I. My body was right there and I begged him to let me finish, done with the games.

He gave me what I needed but then spun me around and slowly washed my body while staring at me, waiting for the answer.

Then the jerk washed himself with a smirk knowing I was dying for more. So was he from his leaking dick, but the game was fun for him.

I was just getting frustrated.

“I don’t want anyone else,” I tried when he rinsed off, moving closer so I did as well but also reaching for him.

“Better,” he whispered and gave me a soft kiss.

That was the clue. “I’m all yours. Only yours, Ha-joon.”

“You sure?” he pushed, a mischievous look in his eyes.

Definitely the right answer. “You should show me.” It came out more like a question, but… I absolutely wanted whatever was swirling inside of him.

“Gladly,” he snarled.

I blinked and we were out of the shower, water off, and I was sitting on the counter with him between my legs. Gasping as he thrust inside of me, I held on for the ride.

And what a fucking ride it was. He was completely wound up and I was pretty sure it wasn’t just the days without sex. We’d both been dealing with so much crazy that it wasn’t either of our fault.

Was this really about one hot guy saying he was interested?

Could I find more to do that and Ha-joon to hear about it?

Did it make me a bad person that I immediately wondered that as he fucked my brains out exactly how I needed?

Probably.

Did I care right then?

Nope. Not even a little bit.

I finished hard, but I had to admit I was too tired for the counter. I barely said my ass hurt and he lifted me off of it and we were on my bed.

Where he plowed me some more. He pinned my arms over my head and fucked me . I loved it, but I had questions racing through my head.

Well, when I had enough brain cells to think anything.

“Say it,” he growled after bringing me to climax a few more times.

“Yours,” I moaned, gasping for air. “I’m only yours.”

He snarled and shook his head, his wolf clearly riding him before he leaned down so we were nose to nose. “And you accept that we’re going to get jealous and aggressive at the attention you get especially when you look at them?”

“Yes, absolutely, yes, you should make it clear to me,” I panted, trying to say what he wanted to hear, not even sure that made sense . My head was in happy, world being rocked land.

“Say it!”

“I accept,” I cried out as he made me orgasm again. This man was a fucking machine, and I was all for it.

Well, as long as it was healthy jealousy like this that was done privately and more about him having a wolf that didn’t understand how people had to live. It made sense to me.

No red flags jealousy.

He brought me one more time and finished as well, promising more “punishment,” but I passed out, my body just too down on the tank.

I woke with him demanding I feed from him and ride him and give him what he needed like I should. I wasn’t fully rested, but I’d gotten some sleep for sure. He’d cleaned me up and my hair felt tended to instead of a rat’s nest.

And what he wanted sounded amazing so… Yeah, I was in.

I rode him the best that I could when so tired, noticing that he was helping more than with my balance. I fed from him and moaned at how good he tasted, even more than normal. It had to be how zapped I was but fuck, everything felt great. He did. His body. His blood.

Everything.

But then I crashed again when we were done… Only to be woken up later to him demanding more sex.

And again.

And one last time before our alarms should have gone off. I didn’t even get dinner.

So I wasn’t surprised at the guilt all over him when I woke for real to start my day. It was in his eyes, all over his face—his aura completely full of it.

“Was that really about one good-looking military officer commenting that he was disappointed to hear I was in a relationship because he’d been happy for the excuse to see me again?” I asked him. “Tell me that wasn’t your response to something so mild even if I completely enjoyed it.”

He huffed as he sat up, sounding a bit petulant. “No.”

That was it though. I sighed and rolled out of bed and used the washroom before following after him to the kitchen where he was fixing us coffee. “Ha-joon, I’m too tired to piece this together. Please be kind and just spell it out to me.”

His response was pulling something up on his laptop and flipping it around so I could watch… And it wasn’t good. The South American government was less than thrilled about what I’d done, and a few cabinet members had publicly stated they wanted me arrested for trying to overthrow their government.

Right, that was what I had tried to do, not simply protect myself and my hospital. Idiots.

But it was clear that threats against me truly upset my lover. He was pouting as he slid my drink over to me fixed my favorite way.

“I saw that in between our rounds when I was anxious and couldn’t sleep. I knew your interview would be—you were so amazing and sexy—”

“But you were scared about the fallout.” I nodded when he did. “I’ve handled worse. I promise.”

“I believe you, but this is terrifying as someone with strong feelings for you.”

It actually hurt that he didn’t say he loved me. I knew he was trying to spare my feelings so I didn’t feel pressured to say it back or that it was too soon, but he’d already said it, so it was almost like taking it back. Who didn’t like to hear they were loved?

I pushed that aside and accepted what he was saying. “What else?”

“Your popularity has gone through the roof now that most of the hospital has learned who you really are,” he grumbled, sounding a bit petulant. He probably thought I should have figured this part out or was already read in.

Maybe I should have been, but it was all stupid to me.

But I still reached deep for patience because I knew it couldn’t be easy on Ha-joon… People wouldn’t make it easy on him given he was a newer addition to ASH and young in our world.

“Yes, people attracted to money and power would absolutely tempt me. That sounds like something that would interest me,” I said dryly.

Okay, fine, I didn’t reach for much patience when I was this tired. I needed to work on that for sure.

The soft growl he let out made that clear. Whoops!

“They’re not assholes, Ellie. They’re people who realize they’ve been too harsh on you or got swept up in smear campaigns against you.

They’re people who have always admired the founder and your innovations.

I’ve heard several say it was always amazing how hard of a worker and diligent you were, but to know you were always the one behind the curtain is astounding. ”

I let out a slow breath and met his gaze.

“That has to be hard for you to deal with as my lover. I understand that.” I held up my finger to hold him off when he opened his mouth.

“I hope you’re also happy for me that people are finally pulling their heads out of their asses.

I went through too much, Ha-joon. I deserve people to recognize me. ”

“I do. I absolutely do, and it took the duffers long enough to see what was right in front of their damn faces. I’ve said that. Repeatedly.”

I was glad and thought that was the end of it.

“But they need to stop saying that plowing the founder is now on their bucket list,” he snarled.

Or apparently not. Okay, men were just… Men.

I had no cure or way to fix that. May the gods help me.