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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

FRANKIE

For the first time in our bestie-ship, I had to keep a secret from Mei-Ling. I hadn’t had any intention of keeping my being a witch a secret from her forever. The plan in my mind was to tell her as soon as it was safe to. Tegan simply beat me to it. Which was a relief. My best friend and I didn’t keep secrets from each other. Ever. Even when someone made me promise not to tell anyone, that never included her.

Until now.

This wasn’t a game. Lives were at stake. If word got out that Saber was secretly Everest’s daughter, it could mean the end of her life. I refused to let that happen on my watch, even if it meant keeping a secret from my best friend.

That wasn’t stopping me from rushing through the house and down the stairs toward her room. I had emotions I needed to talk through, even if I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain them to her while withholding pertinent information.

Mei-Ling and Tai had been given their own rooms downstairs. Tegan insisted their safety required them to remain in Eden, and therefore they needed rooms without windows. None of us were complaining. We were just happy they were here. Tai was upstairs in the living room with his aunt. I’d spotted them looking at something on Tai’s phone and laughing. It was probably pictures from the years she’d missed with them.

At the base of the stairs sat the infirmary rooms, so I made a sharp turn to head down the hallway that led to the guest rooms. Aside from Mei-Ling and Tai, there were only a few people whose rooms were down here. Basically, anyone who lived with The Coven that wasn’t Marked. So Warner and Lennox, and I suspected now Malik, Saber, and Aunt Shi-Shi. Everest had taken my room with me. Landreia lived with her soulmate, Kenneth, in their library penthouse. Katherine had unofficially moved into Tim’s room upstairs. Daniel had always been up with Constance. Mona was in Kessler’s room. The dragons slept outside, and Myrtle remained in the infirmary. Once Esther woke, I’d ensure she got a room here too. We were going to need her close by.

Esther. My heart sank thinking about my friend who’d sacrificed herself for Tegan. I was so damn proud of her, but I felt horrible for her parents. They hadn’t left her side since. I was so busy thinking about Esther that I didn’t stop to knock on Mei-Ling’s door, I just quietly turned the doorknob and pushed it open. It wasn’t until the dim golden light from her candles swept over my feet in the dark hallway that I realized there was music playing.

A soft moan sliced through the music.

I stopped short, my gaze snapping directly toward the source of the sound. The hallway lights had been off, and everyone was upstairs so it was quiet, which meant neither light nor sound signaled that someone had entered the room. I knew I needed to leave, to look away, yet like a victim of Medusa’s stare I was frozen like a statue.

Mei-Ling was on her back, her pale arms and legs a sharp contrast to the pretty dark brown skin of Malik’s as her body wrapped around his. Her fingernails dug into his bare back as he rolled his hips into her, his thrusts matching her every moan. She threw her head back with her eyes squeezed shut and screamed his name.

I started to take a step back to leave when Malik pulled back and flipped her onto her stomach in the blink of an eye. I froze in the shadows, not wanting them to know I’d walked in. I probably should’ve closed my eyes but it was too late for that. Malik gripped her hips and angled her body up to meet his then pushed back inside. She moaned. I took another step back and froze. Mei-Ling had suffered immeasurable trauma in that frat house, I’d worried she’d never let another man touch her so the very last thing I wanted to do was embarrass her when she was.

With my hand on the edge of the door, I prayed it didn’t creak when I opened it but in case, I waited for her to moan again then pulled it open. When I tried to slide out, somehow my belt loop caught the handle. I froze and peeked up to see if I’d been caught just as Malik fisted her neon orange hair, yanked her head back, and sank his fangs into her throat. Black lines covered my best friend’s mouth. She gasped. Their bodies moved in little slow rolls like he rolled his hips with every tug on her throat.

Get out of here, Frankie. She’ll die if she catches you in here.

I carefully untangled my belt loop from the doorknob while my pulse pounded through my body. After a few seconds, I managed to free myself and slide back into the hallway while shutting the door quietly behind me. Once in the hall, I cursed and then reached for the doorknob again. If Tai walked down and caught them, he would lose his shit. After what had happened to us, well, Tai had his own trauma to heal, and he was far from ready for that conversation. Without stepping back inside, I slipped my hand around and flipped the lock on the handle, then shut the door again.

Eventually I would tell her, but I’d wait until she brought up her relationship. Until then, I would go back to what I was doing. I frowned as I got to the bottom step. What was I doing? It felt like I’d been mid-thought and got interrupted by something. Yet I couldn’t think of what it might’ve been. I hurried up the stairs and pushed the door open into the living room, then scanned the room for a clue as to what I needed to do.

“What’s with the face?” Lennox stopped in front of me and pointed to her own face with her wand. “You okay?”

I sighed. “I feel like there was something I was doing or supposed to be doing. It’s suddenly driving me nuts.”

Tai turned from the kitchen island with a plate of pancakes. “Oh, Frankie, did you see my sister down there? There are pancakes.” He sat down at the table with his food and reached for the syrup that Warner was holding out to him.

Did I ever. My face warmed. “Oh, uh, yeah. She’s not hungry right now.”

Tai scowled. “What’s with the face? Wait, she’s not hungry? She’s always hungry. What’s she doing?”

“Oh . . . um . . .” I strolled over to the couch in front of me and leaned my hands on the back of it. “She’s feeding Malik.”

Tai’s face paled. “ What? ”

“Oh, shit.” Tenn swallowed his bite, then licked his lips. He used his fork to gesture across the room to where Braison and Shi-Shi sat on the couch across from me. “Do y’all need to . . . feed? is that what you call it?”

“That’s typically how reference it.”

I spun at the sound of my soulmate’s voice and found him walking through the front door. The fact that he didn’t use his shadows to travel here made my stomach tighten into knots. “You okay? You used a lot of magic?—”

“I am?—”

“Don’t you dare lie to me?—”

“Tired.” He smirked and stopped in front of me. He tapped under my chin with his finger, then leaned down and pressed his lips to mine before pulling back much too soon. “I am tired.”

“Sit down,” I said quickly and gestured to the couch in front of me. “Want me to get you some food?”

“I am not yet ready for food. But thank you.” He squeezed my elbow before moving around the edge of the couch and throwing himself down in front of me. “But to answer your question, Tennessee, yes. They need to feed.”

Tai pointed to me standing behind Everest. “She says Malik is feeding from my sister right now.”

“Have you had a change of heart on your opinion of Malik since he sprouted fangs?”

Tai frowned. He stared at his pancakes for a moment, then sighed. “No. He’s a good guy.”

Everest nodded. “Then trust your sister is safe. She is merely providing him with the sustenance he now requires.”

I slid my hands onto his shoulders and gently massaged them.

The back door opened and Saber walked in. Her eyes were glassy and a little red, her lips a little puffy. She’d been crying. My stomach tightened into knots. I prayed I hadn’t given her bad advice. I scanned her face, searching for a clue, yet found nothing else to read from.

Everest stiffened beneath my hands. I was so grateful to have the truth about them, to understand what his body language meant in regard to her. His daughter just came in the house looking like she’d been crying. If I did that, my uncle would’ve been beside himself. Everest, on the other hand, was eerily calm on the surface, even while I felt his muscles tighten. “Saber, are you all right?”

She smiled brightly and nodded. Instead of going to him, as she usually did, she went straight to me. She held my phone out to me. “Thanks for letting me use your phone.”

“How’d it go?”

She nodded again. “Just as you said it would."

“Oh, well, that’s a relief.”

She threw her head back and cackled.

Everest leaned his head back on the couch in between my hands. “What are you two talking about?”

“Just a little much needed girl-talk.” Saber rolled her eyes at him, then looked to me with a playful wink. “Look at him, he can’t stand not knowing.”

Everest sighed and shook his head. “Conspiring.”

Saber hopped over the back of the couch and landed on the seat cushion. She leaned back and propped her feet on the coffee table. All that tension in her body outside was long gone. “Fine, you got us. We were fantasizing about setting Avolire on fire and watching it burn brick by brick.”

Braison gasped and pressed his hand to his chest dramatically. “And you didn’t invite me?”

“I’ve planned it out a few times myself,” Aunt Shi-Shi said with a mischievous tight-lipped smile as she lifted a teacup to her mouth. “Sometimes these fantasies are the only company we can keep.”

Everest hung his head and laughed. Saber and Braison cackled. Libby shook her head, then whispered something to Deacon’s projection standing beside her at the bay window. The rest of The Coven glanced back and forth between everyone who’d lived in Avolire and Tegan, who was definitely scheming. Savannah turned to her and nodded, then pointed to Lennox.

Tenn pinched the bridge of his nose. “We’re not yet ready to set that castle on fire. Remember, babe?”

She climbed into his lap with a pout. “I know.”

“Right, as fun as those ideas are . . .” I cleared my throat, mostly to take the attention off of the conversation of fire before Everest realized Saber had been lying. “So, about this feeding stuff . . .”

Tenn peeled his gaze off his soulmate and turned to me. “How does that work?”

I walked around the side of the couch to sit on the armrest. “They have two fangs on each side. Did you know that?”

Tegan snapped her fingers. “I was wondering about the second set. They only come out when you turn someone?—”

“That is correct.” Everest opened his mouth, and two sets of fangs lowered from the straight line of his teeth. “The smaller ones in the back force our magic into the body we bite, which causes the transition to occur. The bigger ones in the front are for feeding.”

“And fighting.” Braison grinned and wagged his eyebrows. “I’ve seen what you can do with those.”

Everest rolled his eyes. “You should see what Sweyn does with them.”

I shuddered.

Everest reached up and squeezed my knee. “The rules are fairly simple for consuming blood. We do not need to kill the donor to get sustenance. It actually does not take a great deal at once. Animal blood does not provide us with any nutrients, so all of your Twilight curiosities can die there.”

I grinned as his gaze slid over to me. “Fucking Twilight.”

Tim held his hand up until Everest noticed. “As far as I was told, Covens-past said there was a law that vampires could only drink the blood of another vampire.”

“Ah.” Everest smirked. “A vampire drinking the blood of other vampires sustains us, though not permanently. There is a shelf-life. A vampire who has only consumed the blood of a vampire would perish after a century, and yes, I know that from experience.”

Constance scowled. “So, The Coven in the past didn’t know that?”

Everest grimaced. “The Coven knew.”

“How do you know they knew?”

“I told them.” He took a deep breath through his nose. “And then I told them to set the law Timothy referred to.”

The room gasped.

Everest shrugged. “Regretfully, this may have caused some extra tension between Avolire and Eden, but it was a necessary evil.”

“How many of them died?”

At that, a slow, evil smile spread across Everest’s face. “Almost all of them. Those that survived make up Sweyn’s court.”

Braison whistled and shook his head.

“The truth is that human blood is what makes us stronger, what allows us to live . . . forever.” Everest crossed his ankle over his knee. “Sweyn has spent the last eight centuries sporadically bringing humans to Avolire to restrengthen her people. Which is how Frankie, Mei-Ling, and Malik wound up there in March.”

I shuddered remembering that marble holding cell where Everest found me.

Tenn scrubbed his face with his hand. “There’s a lot to unpack there, but for now, how often do you need to feed? And do we need to find some humans for you?”

“Have you seen the show True Blood? ”

Saber snickered.

Everest looked up at me with one eyebrow arched. “I am afraid to ask.”

I rolled my eyes and smacked his shoulder. “Shut up. Listen, in the show, they have bottled blood for the vampires . . . like sold in stores with human food. I think that’s where the name of the show comes from, right?”

Everest nodded. “That is where the name of the show came from. As nice as bottled blood sold at 7-Eleven would be for us, it does not exist in the real world.”

“Can it?”

He frowned. “How do you mean?”

“I make potions, as the Tower Card. New potions that never existed before.” I glanced around the room to my Coven-mates. “Wouldn’t it stand to reason that I, or we, could create a potion to give vampires the strength they need for survival that would eliminate the need to include humans?”

Tegan was grinning. She gripped her crystal necklace and nodded. “I’ll help.”

“Me too,” Lennox and Savannah said at the same time.

Thiago cleared his throat. “Um, no offense, but why do we want to keep them strong?”

“We wouldn’t give it to our enemies.” I pointed to Braison and Shi-Shi. “But there are others like them. You catch more flies with honey and all that jazz?”

Saber whispered something to Everest, the two of them watching me with strange expressions.

Tegan stood and stretched. “All right, B-man, Red Bull gives you wings. Let’s do it.”

Braison paled. He looked back and forth between her and Tenn. He jumped up and held his hands out. “Wait, what?”

Tenn scowled. “Well, it’s not like I’m gonna drink her blood.”

Deacon pursed his lips. “There’s a kink for that?—”

“DEACON,” half the room yelled in unison.

Cooper chuckled and shook his head. “You’re a menace.”

Warner held his hand up. It was adorable the way they raised their hands to speak like we were in school. “Didn’t Winter Frost Mountain just say they need human blood?”

“Braison was born arcana. Human blood will make him strong like it does for the rest of us, but drinking arcana blood would be the best option for him.” Everest pointed to Mei-Ling’s aunt. “Shi-Shi, on the other hand, was born human, so drinking arcana blood would be detrimental.”

“Right, you heard the Mountain. Let’s do it, Braison.” When he just stared at Tenn, Tegan clapped her hands to get his attention. “Look, Braison you’re a vampire now. So, unless you die, which we pray doesn’t happen, then this is your life now. You have to drink. It can’t always be me, for a variety of reasons, but the others are a little freaked out by it so I’m going to demonstrate just how easy it is, especially when I’m not pretending to be another vampire and putting on a show for people walking by.”

Tenn stood and gave Tegan his seat. Then he flicked his wrist and Braison slid across the floor to their side. Tenn grabbed his soulmate’s wrist. Braison looked nervous, though I didn’t blame him. He gently took Tegan’s wrist in his hands, then sank to his knees. He opened his mouth and pierced her skin with his fangs. Everyone else leaned in to watch.

Tegan smiled. “See? No biggie.”

As he drank from her wrist, a dark, bloodred-colored rune glowed above his head. I gasped and ran over. Tegan grinned and nodded so I reached up and touched the rune. A few runes appeared beneath it. Tegan gripped her necklace, rainbow magic flashing beneath her fingers. It was only as I was backing away that I realized there wasn’t a single ounce of passion between them. When I’d seen Braison feeding from her in Avolire, there’d been some intensity, not full-blown passion but definitely a little something. Yet nothing now. Putting on a show for people walking by . That was what she’d just said.

“Okay. okay. So, if I followed this all right, then Aunt Shi-Shi, since you were human, you need human blood for sure. I’m human. Let me feed you. Unless that’s not allowed because we’re family?”

“Only parents and their children cannot feed each other. The blood is too similar,” Saber answered.

“In the long run, however, I would say she needs to feed from other humans every once in a while.” Everest gestured toward Aunt Shi-Shi. “Go ahead.”

Tai walked over to stand behind his aunt and rested his wrist on the back of the couch. He smiled down at her. Her eyes watered. I watched the air above their heads as she pressed her mouth to her nephew’s wrist. Seconds later, a dark red rune appeared, but it wasn’t the same one I’d seen with Braison. I tapped on it, which brought down the list of ingredients. I didn’t miss that there wasn’t a single Heavenly ingredient listed for hers.

“I think you’re on to something, Franks,” Tegan said into my mind. “ I think we’ve got new potions in your future, but I think these will take time to make and perfect.”

I nodded.

“What about Saber?” Willow asked softly, pulling my attention.

Saber pursed her lips. “Would it be really weird of me to say I wanna?—”

“ Saber, ” Everest growled in warning.

She sighed and threw her hands up dramatically. “I’m just curious what angel-boy tastes like, that’s all.”

Everyone gasped and sat up straight. Tenn’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

Saber leaned forward, her eyes narrowed on Tenn as her voice dipped into a conspirator tone. “I mean, I bet it’s like snorting cocaine. It’s gotta be.”

At that, everyone laughed and made jokes about him not being human.

Saber turned to Everest. “Aren’t you a little bit curious?”

“No, I am not,” he said flatly. It reminded me of an exhausted parent putting up with the wild energy of their young child asking them a million questions about crazy things. Him being her father really made so much sense. I saw the same expression from Hunter when Tegan was being Tegan.

Saber rolled her eyes. “You lie.”

Jackson frowned. “Actually, he does not.”

“Thank you, Lancaster.” Everest smirked. “I have tasted the blood of angels, Saber, lest you forget.”

Saber’s face fell. She looked like a deflated balloon. “Oh, right.”

“Though, that is like cocaine.” Everest grinned. “And yes, I did try cocaine once in the seventies to compare.”

Everyone laughed.

Saber narrowed her eyes on her father. “C’mon, you’re not even?—”

“Okay, fine, I am a little curious to see if Tenn’s blood tastes like the angels, but the answer is still no.”

Tenn frowned. “Why? Now I’m curious.”

“This group is entertaining.” Everest laughed and shook his head. “When we consume blood, there are markings on the body”

In perfect unison, everyone looked to Tegan, then to Tai, but only Tai had marks. Tegan’s skin was clear and normal. Tai’s mouth had the same black lines I’d seen on Mei-Ling downstairs a few minutes ago, and on everyone else in Avolire.

Tegan shrugged. “I’m weird, but we knew this.”

“Right, okay, but . . . ” Tenn turned to Everest.

“I don’t exactly want to showcase to our enemies that it is okay to drink from arcana, especially those as important as you, Tennessee. Unless it is unavoidable.”

Silence.

Willow cleared her throat. Her cheeks were flushed pink. “Saber, you can drink from me?”

“Thank you, Willow.”

Tenn nodded. “Do you need to feed, Everest?”

“No, I’m old. I can go without for long periods of time.”

Everyone nodded. I didn’t miss the way Everest did not look at me, even as he stood up and excused himself from the room. I wanted to follow him, but Saber had just started to drink from Willow and her rune was a glittery black. When I touched it, I was surprised to find all six Heavenly ingredients listed. I glanced to Tegan and found her scowling too. We both shrugged. Another puzzle to solve.

I rubbed my hands together. “Okay, I’m going to try starting these new potions and see what happens.”

I walked around the corner to the apothecary and started pulling three cauldrons off the shelf to get started when Jackson Lancaster walked in and shut the door behind him. His expression was wary. I frowned. “You okay?”

Jackson put his hands in his pockets and stopped at the end of the table. “Look, it’s none of my business what’s going on with you and Everest, but I thought you should know—-from one soulmate to another—that he was lying.”

I flinched. “What? Which part? How do you know?”

“I’m the lie detector, remember? I see runes on people’s chins when they speak, telling me if they’re truthful or not.” He tapped on his own chin to demonstrate. “It’s not easy to turn it off, especially with people who have super strong magic like him. So yeah, anyway, he was lying about not needing to feed. Do with that info as you will.”

My breath left me in a rush. “Thank you.”

He nodded, then slipped out the door. I stared at the closed door for a few moments as I processed what he’d just said. But then I decided I needed to confront my soulmate. Again. My stomach was in knots just thinking about it.

I quietly made my way up the stairs to my room on the third floor. He wasn’t in the bed or the balcony, so I went over to the open bathroom door and found him standing in there gripping the sink and breathing heavily. His eyes were closed tight, his breaths causing his nostrils to flare with each inhale.

My heart sank. Jackson was right. I’d have to thank him later. “You need to feed.”

He didn’t even look up at me. “I am fine.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “Jackson said you lied.”

“I will be fine.” He groaned and bent over a little. “I can go a little longer.”

“That is not what I asked you?—”

“You asked me to respect your boundaries with your body and I am doing that.”

“You told me the truth, Everest, that threat about boundaries didn’t take effect. Besides, even if it did, this is sustenance, not pleasure?—”

“There is no difference between soulmates, Francelina,” he said softly.

My eyes widened.

At that, he opened his eyes and looked to me with the fire of a thousand suns in them. “I could drink from every single other person in this realm and not feel an ounce of passion . . . but feeding from your vein will feel as if I am?—”

“ Everest ,” I whispered and closed the bathroom door, then locked it, the clicking sound echoing around the small space. “You are my soulmate. I will be the one to sustain you so long as my body can handle it. Passion or not.”

His eyes darkened and latched onto where I felt my pulse pounding through the vein in my neck. He licked his lips, revealing the tips of his fangs that had lowered in preparation. “ Francelina, ” he growled my name.

I shook my head and closed the distance between us, sliding between him and the bathroom sink he’d been gripping. He towered over me yet when we were this close It felt like I was wrapped up in his cocoon. This close, his cinnamon scent invaded my senses, burning a path of desire through my body. He didn’t push me away yet he didn’t grab ahold of me either. That was fine, he just needed a little push in the right direction. With my gaze locked on his, I reached down and gripped the hem of my sweatshirt then pulled it up and over my head, leaving me standing there in only a thin white camisole. Still, his gaze remained locked on mine. His hands reached around me to grip the edge of the sink, boxing me inside the cage of his arms. Yet still he didn’t touch me.

The man had a lot of self-control, but I was too stubborn to let him win this round.

So I pushed up on my tiptoes and traced just the tip of my tongue up the side of his throat, from the base all the way up to that soft spot just behind the ear. He hissed through clenched teeth. Point for Frankie. I licked my lips and his eyes tracked the movement. Two points, Frankie. I pressed my mouth almost against his, our lips not quite touching even while my skin tingled like we were. Then I exhaled a breath across his lips. His fangs sank into his plush bottom lip. Three points, Frankie. Bases are loaded.

I dropped down off my tiptoes and was rewarded with a low growl. Behind me, I heard what sounded like tile breaking like perhaps he’d smashed the edge of the sink in his grip. I didn’t look. Instead, I reached down for the hem of my camisole then dragged the material up and over my head. He hissed then it turned into a deep growl the moment the cold air grazed my bare breasts. That top had a built-in bra and it came in handy in times like this. His gaze swept over my bare chest. His own pulsed thundered through the vein in his throat so I licked it again. He moaned and I felt it vibrate through his body and into my tongue. The sensation made my nipples harden. I pushed up on my tiptoes again and licked his lips. He exhaled roughly. His breath on my skin sent my body into a frenzy, every inch of me screamed for his touch. Yet still he remained a statue.

I sank my teeth into his bottom lip and pulled.

He growled then plunged his tongue into my mouth, capturing my lips in his. His hands cupped my jaw, angling my head back while he thrust his tongue in and out of my mouth. I gripped his waist and yanked his body flush against mine. His body was already ready and begging for me through his jeans. I broke our kiss to suck one of his fangs into my mouth. He rolled his hips against mine and we both moaned.

I licked down the length of his fang to the tip then whispered against his mouth, “ how’s that passion feeling for you now? ”

His fingers slipped between the waistband of my cotton underwear and my skin. There was a second of pressure on my hips before he growled — cold air swept over my whole body as he ripped my jeans and underwear off of me in one pull. I gasped and fisted his shirt but he spun me around so fast the room wobbled a little. He grabbed my hair and twirled it in his grip then yanked my head back. My breath left me in a rush. Our eyes met in the bathroom mirror in front of me. I was naked from head to toe while he remained fully clothed and something about that had me squirming. I bit my lip and moaned as I pushed my bare ass into his hips, searching for some relief in the hard ridge of his body he hadn’t pulled out yet. His other hand slid a scorching path over my hip then down between my legs, sliding right over that sweet spot. My hips twitched. A moan escaped my mouth before I clamped my lips shut.

A low, sexy growl left his lips. He lowered his head to the side of my throat, pressing his lips right to that spot where I wanted his fangs. In the mirror, his blue and white gaze held mine. The tip of his finger moved in a slow circle over my sensitive body, making me tremble. “Stubborn little thing, aren’t we?”

“You can make a mess of me all you want. But one of us has to handle—” I gripped the edge of the sink, my fingers brushing over broken edges of tile. He had broken it. That made me grin as I pushed my ass into him. “— this ? — ”

His fangs pierced through the soft skin of my throat, sinking into my vein. I whimpered as need burned in my stomach. His fingers worked between my legs, moving in perfect synchronization with the pull of his lips on my skin. I rolled my head back onto his shoulder to give him better access to my vein.

I reached up with one hand and pulled his hand out of my hair, with my other hand I yanked his from between my legs. “ I don’t want your fingers ? —”

Goddess bless vampire speed. In the beat of a second, no longer than one suck at my throat, he gripped my hips and angled them back. I felt the brush of his cock slide between my thighs before he slammed into me. I moaned with every long, hot inch of him pushing inside of me.

In the mirror, I saw those black lines stretch out from his bite down my chest and arm and over my throat. I rolled my hips and moaned. “ Good boy ? —”

His hands squeezed my waist and then we were flying. The cool air of the bathroom brushed over my bare body as he spun us around. The movement while his cock was still inside of me had me moaning his name. When his pulled his fangs from my throat I whimpered in protest but when he pulled his hips back I growled. And then he pressed me into the wall, the cold tile was sharp against my bare skin. He yanked my head back then sank his fangs into the other side of my throat. At the same time he thrust harder inside me. I threw my head back and cried out. The feel of his fangs and his cock inside me at the same time was the single best pleasure I’d ever felt.

With every thrust of his hips my body slid up and down the tile wall, my nipples were so hard they had to be digging tracks into them. I didn’t care I just never wanted this to end. Part of me hoped I had cuts and bruises, I wanted proof on my skin that his passion for me was as deep as mine. That he needed me as much as I needed him. As our bodies chased each other into that glorious explosion I knew this wasn’t about sex. I needed to know his mind, body, and soul were mine.