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ZAVIER

K issing along the column of her throat, I hit the same angle inside her pussy that made her moan a second ago. Her cries of pleasure fuel the fire of my own impending orgasm. I want to hear every kind of whimper, moan, cry, and scream I can wring out of her.

When I woke this morning and saw her lying beside me, hair splayed out on the pillow and pouty lips parted in sleep, I couldn’t help but crave the physical connection between us once more.

Thrusting into her, I have to hold back my fangs that so desperately want to bury themselves in her throat. She hasn’t fully surrendered to the mate bond yet and I want to hear her say she wants this, wants me before we complete the irrevocable bond between us.

A familiar tightening in my abdomen warns me I don’t have much longer, but I refuse to come without her release first.

“Come on, beautiful. Let me hear what I want to hear.”

Taking up a bruising pace, I hammer into her as her nails scratch at my back. I want to keep her marks on me, but I know they’ll be gone within the next few minutes with my accelerated healing.

Celine rides the wave of pleasure with me, both of us coming together like I wanted. I fill the condom with jets of hot cum.

“You know how to give a girl a good morning,” Celine huffs out between deep breaths as she slows her racing heart.

Her breasts heave with each heavy breath and I watch the small swells of them with rapt fascination.

“Not that you let me sleep much.” She rolls onto her side, hands tucked beneath her face.

I frown, sad that she’s tucked her boobs out of my sight.

She’s right, though, once I had a taste of her perfect pussy it was game over.

I wanted to worship every part of her body, and my cock wanted inside of her every minute it could be.

It feels like I’ve been waiting forever to be with her like this, and I guess in a way I have.

Every other experience in my past pales in comparison.

No one can match the allure of your mate.

It doesn’t help matters that vampire stamina is unmatched and her being my mate gives me an almost animalistic need to claim her over and over. Even now my cock is hardening against my thigh for round number ... I’ve lost count at this point.

“You loved every second of it.” I lean over and kiss her sweaty forehead.

She hums and closes her eyes curling up like a kitten.

“How about you lay in bed a little longer and I’ll make us breakfast, hmm?

” The unintelligible noise she makes sounds like agreement to me, so I swing my body up and out of bed even though it’s hard leaving her there.

Hearing movement behind the bedroom door Midnight must know someone is there and scratches at the wood with loud meows.

Celine throws a pillow over her head to drown out the sound and I laugh because all I can see under the pile of blankets and pillow is a breast sticking out.

I have half a mind to go over and lick it until her nipple pebbles, and she begs me to make her come once more.

I slip out of the room and fight not to trip over Midnight as he weaves between my legs on the way to the kitchen.

“Morning, buddy.” Reaching down I grab the fluffy cat and give him a long stroke.

Setting him up with his food, I get to work making pancakes.

It doesn’t take long to finish our respective shortcake stacks, and I make sure to decorate hers extra pretty.

Strawberries create eyes, chocolate chips make a smile, and whipped cream finishes it off with fangs for a perfect vampire smiley.

I hold the plate out to Midnight for his approval, and he hops off the counter and rubs up on my leg.

Filling glasses with orange juice, I admire my work and head back to the bedroom. Breakfast in bed with my girl sounds perfect. We both worked up quite the appetite last night and if I’m lucky she’ll let me have dessert.

From the sound of her heartbeat, she’s fallen back asleep, and I creep into the room, setting our glasses and plates down on her desk before I wake her.

I stifle a laugh at the blanket monster that is Celine.

She’s taken to building a pillow fort around herself to block out any light or sound and I’m disappointed to see she’s covered up her stray boob.

Light bulb going off over my head, I sneak to the bottom of the bed and snake a hand under the covers.

Grabbing her foot, I tickle the arch and it’s not long before she’s squealing and trying to yank it out of my grasp.

She’s no match for my strength and I pull her down further which makes her peek out from behind her cover.

“You need to wake up, sleepy head. Breakfast is ready.”

Celine harumphs but I see the small smile on her face. Unearthing herself fully from her cave, she sits herself up and leans against the headboard. Half asleep she still looks fucking delectable, and I pass her plate over to her before settling myself.

“I was thinking, maybe I can convince you to move back in with me after last night.” I try my luck, but I’m greeted with silence.

Looking at Celine, I see her frozen in place, fork held in the air but not touching the food. It’s a comical freeze frame with her jaw unhinged and eyes wide in shock.

“Are you that wowed by my art? I’ll pat myself on the back for that one.” I do just as I say and continue to eat my pancakes.

“What is this?” Her tone is hard which has me wary.

“Pancakes?” I reply earnestly.

“I fucking know that.” Celine’s brown eyes meet mine and she finally lowers her fork. “This smiley face. I’ve seen it before.” The cogs in her brain are spinning and for a second, I don’t know what she’s getting at. Then I understand.

I level her with an even-keeled look and say nothing else as she continues to work through it in her brain. I was going to tell her eventually. I thought she might even be proud of my work.

“It was you?” she asks it hesitantly like she doesn’t want to believe it.

Setting my plate down, I cross my legs, interlocking my hands around my knee.

“You?” Celine repeats again to herself and sets her uneaten food on the side table. “Fucking say something, Zavier!”

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I respond because I truly don’t.

“You kill people!” she shouts and stands up while quickly wrapping the comforter around her nude body. “I didn’t want to believe it was you when I started to suspect, but it is!”

“You’ve known I kill people.”

“But not crazy serial killer murder spree killing people.” She throws her hands in the air and grabs clothes out of her closet before stomping to the bathroom.

“Only the bad guys,” I reason.

“Seriously?” Celine calls from the bathroom.

It’s not like I wasn’t going to tell her eventually but it’s also not a natural conversation to have.

Maybe it would’ve been better to tell her myself before she found out, so it came from me.

It was careless to draw on her pancakes like that, but I can’t help it that she makes me lose any sort of rational thought when she’s near me.

Celine storms out of the bathroom, yanking a brush through her tangled hair. I want to cringe at the hair she’s ripping in the process and brush the delicate strands myself, but I don’t think she’d take too kindly to it at the moment.

“It’s not just the killings, it’s that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me. I’m not an idiot. The puzzle started to come together that it was you and part of me has known this whole time but wanted you to be the one to confirm it.” She looks heartbroken and it crushes me.

“I was going to tell you eventually, but learning I was a vampire, and your mate seemed like a lot to process on its own. Telling you I kill bad guys on the side for fun didn’t seem like the best time.”

She scoffs and levels me with a look.

Throwing the brush on the bed she leaves the room to quickly change and then grabs her purse from a coat rack by the front door. She shoves her feet into her boots and makes to the grab the door handle.

“Oh, hell no.” I sprint over to her, and she jolts at the speed. “Where do you think you’re going?” I bite out.

“I need space,” she sighs, and I can see the hurt and confusion in her eyes.

“Please, Zavier. This whole vampire and mate situation is a lot to take in and finding out the serial killer I’ve been investigating is actually my boyfriend takes the cake.

” Tears well in her eyes and she wipes them away angrily.

“I’m not rejecting you, that’s not what this is, but for right now I need to be away from you.

Don’t fucking follow.” She holds up a finger that shakes.

“I know you love to follow me everywhere but this time I’m telling you don’t fucking do it. ”

“Celine.” Her name leaves me in a sad whisper.

Fuck, this isn’t how I wanted this to go. I don’t know how I expected it to go, and if I’m honest with myself I hadn’t given much thought to telling her anytime soon and I guess that’s a poor reflection on myself.

“I just need space,” she reiterates.

Watching her walk out the door is singlehandedly the most painful thing I’ve ever done.