Page 19 of Worse Fates (Soulmates Suck #1)

Kai dragged Ramy and me out of the kitchen. But Ramy soon took the lead when he realised Kai had no idea where he was going, and escorted us to his bedroom.

Unlike the bedroom I spent the night in, Ramy’s room is all soft, creamy colours and warm lights. A picture frame lays facedown on his bedside table, along with piles of books.

Kai sinks into a teddy-bear brown loveseat.

“This is nice, can I move in?”

Ramy glides into the opposite loveseat, placing a pillow on his lap.

“The rent is absurdly high,”

he jokes.

“You’ve made up with Lucero then, Golden?”

“I guess I have.”

And drop my ass next to Kai’s.

“I decided why not give this whole soulmate thing a try.”

“About that…”

Kai turns, face serious.

“The last few weeks—hell, the last few months—you’ve gone through about a thousand changes. Are you ready for this? Lucero is great and all, but he’s intense.”

Nodding, I drop back onto the soft headrest.

“I’m pretty certain this is him trying to be chill, too.”

The idea should scare me, but my legs only seem to want to run towards him instead of away.

Kai scoffs.

“Mate, you know I love you. But are you ready for this kind of relationship? Also, is he going to want to suck your blood?”

This question is directed at Ramy.

“He will,”

Ramy answers.

“We can eat food but gain nothing from it, unlike blood. However, between couples it’s less about nutrients and more about…”

“Fucking?”

Kai offers, eyebrow cocked.

“Intimicay,”

Ramy corrects, smiling.

I pull my legs up and rest my chin on my knees to hide the erection straining uncomfortably against my zipper. Never before have I had to deal with random hardons.

“I wish I could explain how I feel, Kai,”

I tell him.

“But I’ve been fighting my connection with Lucero for what feels like forever.”

“It’s only been a few days, Golden,”

Kai says in his best ‘big brother voice’.

I shake my head.

“I barely believe it either, and yeah being his reincarnated soulmate does freak me out, but not being with him is like I’m missing a chunk of myself.”

“You’ve mentioned reincarnated soulmates,”

Kai replies, sounding confused.

“and you really have to explain this to me in more depth.”

So I do, and when I’m done Kai and Ramy have migrated to the bed, laying on either side of me. Kai is the quietest I’ve ever known.

“What did your past selves look like?”

he finally asks.

“I have no idea.”

Then we both turn to Ramy.

He clears his throat.

“Lucero does have portraits of them in the library.”

Kai shoots up.

“We gotta check them out.”

“No,”

I bark, an awkward blush staining my cheeks as I roll onto my stomach. A terrible feeling of inadequacy makes me want to hide from their prying eyes.

“I mean… maybe later.”

Kai’s hand rests in my hair, gently stroking me.

“Yeah, you’re right. Besides, no one could be better than you.”

The emotional whiplash I’ve been experiencing since meeting Lucero is exhausting. I never know what I’m feeling from one moment to the next, but I know Lucero can make it better. Which.

“It pisses me off how much I need him.”

“As someone who has one true love out there, this sounds great to me,”

Kai says and I roll my eyes.

“But if you want, I can hotwire his fancy car and we can get outta here?”

Kai jokes, but if I said yes he’d be smuggling me outta this mansion in a heartbeat.

Glancing at Ramy, my mouth pulls into a smile.

“You wanna come with, Ramy? We can start a band and take this show on the road.”

Ramy straightens, surprised that I’d even include him in our get away plan. At first he seems uncomfortable, but then asks.

“What should we name our band?”

“My Three Remaining Brain Cells?”

I reply playfully.

Kai laughs out loud, Ramy chuckles in that way new friends do—a bit hesitant, and a little too low. Like he doesn’t wanna be too loud and scare us away.

“I’m gonna stay,”

I admit.

“And not just because I kinda wanna try this newfangled thing called sex.”

Kai’s eyes light up in a way that I know he’s about to do something ridiculous. For a few seconds he digs through his pocket, then pulls out a folded piece of paper; like he’s found the holy grail.

“Talking about sex. Me and Ramy made you a list.”

Ramy clears his throat.

“I would just like to say, while I agreed with the sentiment, I did not help write this list.”

“What the hell are you guys talking about?”

I ask as Kai shoves the list into my hands. Confused, I sit up and unfold it.

Golden’s Guide to Fucking Vampires:

? Speak your mind; do you like what’s happening?

? Consent is Sexy!

? Ask Lucero if he tops or bottoms—

I scrunch the list in my hands and shove it back into Kai’s, but he refuses to take it.

“What the fuck, dude! I ain’t doing this!”

“Listen, my cute little virgin friend, I know in the past I’ve already spoken about the wonders of bumping uglies,”

Kai says, as if he’s having the birds and the bees conversation with one of his stupid little brothers.

“But now you guys are humping, so you gotta speak about this stuff.”

“Piss off!”

“You piss off!”

“Please stop shouting.”

“And we aren’t…”

I blush, waving my hand.

“We aren’t ‘humping’!”

Kai raises an unbelieving eyebrow.

“Then what the fuck did you two do?”

I shift.

“We kissed…”

He nods, waiting for me to continue but when I don't he leans forward.

“Like, with tongue?”

Glaring, I kick him in the shin.

“Ouch! See what I gotta put up with, Ramy?”

Ramy, who's laughing eyes bounce between us, scooches closer and pats the knee I didn’t know was bouncing.

“Golden, you don’t have to use this list. But also, have you thought about what you want when it comes to sex?”

“To be out of this conversation?”

Ramy’s understanding smile makes me squirm until I drop my shoulders.

“I just… Lucero is big right, so wouldn’t he top?”

“Just cause you’re a shortass doesn’t mean you can’t top the big vampire, mate.”

Kai informs me with a grin.

“We can’t answer that question for you, Golden,”

Ramy tells me gently.

“But sex is more than who tops and bottoms.”

“But…”

I scratch my forehead, hoping to hide my blush.

“He would top, right…?”

Kai leans in close, a dirty grin slapped across his face.

“I knew you were a hungry little bottom.”

Kicking him, I laugh.

“Oh, piss off.”

He kicks me back, snorting.

Ramy gives me an understanding look.

“Speak with Lucero. I bet you’d enjoy this conversation more with him, than us, anyway.”

“Probably,”

I admit slowly.

“But,”

Kai grabs my hand.

“Just remember if you ever wanna bail, I’ve already stolen Lucero’s keys.”

And Kai dangles a pair of shiny keys in front of my face, grinning.

***

When I start to itch for Lucero, like a smoker needing nicotine, I leave Kai and Ramy, and set off to find my vampire. But once I’m out of Ramy's room Lucero’s already there and strolling toward me, his sharp gaze fixed and in a single sweep, he’s categorised my every detail.

It’s ridiculous how perfectly he pulls off a pair of black tailored trousers and a simple white shirt. Three buttons undone at the neck, showing just enough dark chest hair to make my mouth go dry.

Damn, has a collarbone ever looked that good?

“Did you make your plans with Rurik?”

I ask, speeding up. But Lucero’s faster, and he’s in front of me in a matter of seconds.

“We did.”

He takes me in his arms, securing me against the unyielding safety of his solid chest. I melt into him as that incessant need stirs within me—coaxed from some secret place only Lucero has access to.

When the hard edge of his dick pokes my stomach, demanding attention, I shudder as my own length hardens so quickly I’m left gasping.

“Come here.”

Lucero sneaks me into a hidden nook, caging me between the wall and his bigger body so all I can see, or smell, is him.

“You’ve been aching again, haven’t you, Golden?”

Needing to feel him, I lay my hands against the soft cotton of his shirt. His chest is solid, hot against my palms. The connection between us is a demanding tug, leaving me weak.

“Yes,”

I admit, releasing even the idea of control to him. I don’t know what's going to happen, but I’m buzzing to find out.

He bows forward, leaving barely an inch between us.

“Would you like another kiss?”

And I’m cocooned in his deep, sensual voice.

I twist his shirt, arching into him, a helpless moan escaping. “Please.”

His big hands clutch my hips. One begins to travel the length of my body—a slow, groping appraisal. When my nipple is grazed through my shirt I suck in a breath, my chest heaving as his clever fingers find purchase at my neck, giving me a single moment of tantalising pressure that has pre-cum spilling from my dick. Then his palms climb up to cup my jaw.

“Then open this pretty mouth of yours…”

His thumb leaves a burning trail across my lower lip, teasing me open.

“And give me a taste.”

Without thought or protest, I part my lips—desperate for anything. Lucero’s hand snakes around my neck and cradles the back of my head; his fingers tangling in my hair. My trembling hands follow the hard lines of his chest, until I can sink my fingers into his wide shoulders.

“Is this too fast, love?”

His deep baritone is like a hand around my dick, drawing out more pre-cum from my overly sensitive slit.

Shaking my head, I beg my hands to stop trembling.

“I just feel so much, but have no idea what I’m doing.”

“That’s okay,”

he reassures, leaning in and brushing his sure lips against mine. I want more, so ready to experience these new urges.

“It is?”

I whisper, looking into his dark gaze.

He hums.

“Because I know what I’m doing, so you just relax.”

His words are simple, yet the pressure to know what I’m doing leaves me.

Lucero’s hungry, unrelenting mouth crashes into mine and consumes me. With just this powerful touch, he strips me bare of everything but my desperate lust, like exposing a raw nerve. His teeth sink into my starved skin. I moan, becoming liquid in his arms. But my vampire only holds me closer—devouring me deeper.

His stubble rubs against my sensitive jaw, groaning against me and I know he’s just as undone. The hand at my hip pushes me forward, encouraging his strong thigh between my open legs and before I can even stop myself—as his tongue runs across my lips and I open wider for him—I rock into his firm leg.

“Oh, God!”

I cry out into Lucero’s mouth, my dick painfully hard and more sensitive than I thought possible.

I thrust erratically against him as wave after wave of pleasure licks across my skin. Needing to feel him without the barrier of clothes, I shove my fingers into his thick hair.

“God?”

Lucero bites open mouth kisses across my jaw, his tongue flicking out to leave goosebumps in his path.

“The only man's name you speak when we’re together is mine.”

His teeth sink into my earlobe and my hips thrust harder.

“Say it. Say my name.”

“Lucero!”

I try to pull myself higher up his body, desperate in a completely unthinkable way.

His eyes become pitch-black, his hips moving with mine.

“Good, Golden. So good for me.”

He finds my mouth again and this time his tongue delves deep. I don’t know how to kiss him back, but when he runs his hand down my spine, reaching for my ass and squeezing hard, I know he doesn’t need me to worry about it. So I embrace him, becoming one big nerve for him to overwhelm.

Lucero takes control like his only goal is to give me pleasure, or drive me insane. His tongue sweeps across my pliant mouth, growling as he tastes my every corner. His grip on my ass becomes firm and slows my jerking hips—then, he guides my movements in an unbearably slow, mind-bendingly, perfect way.

“Bite me.”

I don’t recognise my own voice; low down and saturated in desire.

Lucero sucks on my lip.

“You want my fangs deep inside you, Golden?”

His words are rough, urgent.

“You want to feel them slide into your flesh? Do you want to gift me your blood, beautiful?”

My grip in his hair tightens to a point I’m surprised I don’t hurt him. I try to rock my hips harder, faster, but Lucero doesn’t let me. He plays me to the tune he wants, and I’m only too happy to sing louder for my vampire

“Yes, Lucero, fuck, yes yes!”

Dark, storming blue eyes hold me captive.

“Say ‘please Lucero’.”

His voice becomes a dark command. How can I do anything else but obey?

“Please, Lucero,”

I beg. How I don’t cum at that very moment, I’ll never know.

My back is pressed against the wall and for a moment, I’m so lost in a cloud of lust I have no idea what's happening when Lucero drops to his knees. He lifts up my shirt, mouthing my stomach as he unzips my jeans.

Groaning, Lucero drags my jeans and underwear down over my ass, my pulsing length springing free, my uncut tip glistening wet.

“Lucero.”

My hands go back to his hair, holding tight as I watch him, wide eyed and breathing so hard spots dance in my vision.

Lucero’s tongue trails down from my stomach, stopping at the root of my twitching dick. Both his hands go to my ass, molding my cheeks in his firm grip. One of his long, thick fingers runs along the curve of my crease, and when he grazes my hole a full-body tremor rakes through me on a wet, gasping whimper.

“M-more,” I plead.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful everywhere, aren’t you?”

His mouth ghosts up my length, licking the pearl of pre-cum beading out my slit. If Lucero wasn’t holding me captive, I would’ve collapsed.

“Look how much you need me, Golden.”

The flat of his tongue circles my head and I scream out, trying to thrust forward but he doesn’t let me. “Beg me.”

I must rip out strands of his hair as I fall against the wall.

“Please, Lucero, I want it, I want everything! I need you so badly, can I have it? Please,”

I chant, tears gathering in my eyes.

Lucero cups my thigh, and lifts my leg to drape it over his shoulder, running his tongue down my shaft, where I have enough sense to be embarrassed when he inhales deeply. Then, with a torturously slow lick, Lucero drags his tongue up my thigh.

My vampire grabs hold of my aching hard length.

“That’s right, beautiful. You need me, don’t you? Need me to give you all this pleasure.”

Unable to do anything else, I lay back and moan for him.

“Now, beg me for what you need, love. For what only I can give you.”

“Please bite me, Lucero. Please, you’re the only one who can give it to me.”

“That's right, Golden. Only. Me.”

As a sharpness pierces my skin—soon replaced with a pleasure that steals my very breath—Lucero begins to jerk my dick.

My eyes roll back, bliss expanding like a balloon. I’m screaming, tears rolling down my cheek. And soon that expanding pleasure pops and euphoria floods my system.

I shatter—breaking into a thousand pieces only to be remade, and shatter again, and again. Sliding down the wall, into Lucero’s lap, I melt into a trembling thing as ropes of cum flood over his knuckles.

But, of course I don’t have to worry about losing pieces of myself, in Lucero’s arms he keeps me whole as I break apart.

Maybe it takes minutes, or hours or days, but soon the pleasure begins to fade and I’m left in a daze.

Lucero kisses my forehead, stroking my arms as he helps me float back down to earth.

“Perfect,”

he praises.

“You were so perfect, Golden. Beautiful. So lovely.”

“W-what about you?”

I ask as my eyes flutter shut.

“Shh, just relax, my love.”

Then I fall into a peaceful sleep in his embrace.