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  I gasped. It was already so hard and ready. Huge too, almost reaching up to his navel. I gingerly reached forward, grasping the warm head. I felt it throbbing at my touch, giving me the boost of confidence I needed.

  I wonder how it would feel inside me?

  The crown was shiny with pre-come, so overloaded that streams were already dripping down. An open invitation for me.

  With a grin, I started stroking the rod, repeating what he just said moments before. “Just lay down, relax, and enjoy.”

  Dave didn’t take long to orgasm. Within a couple dozen pumps, he came, and I felt a sense of pride. Though I really doubted I gave good handjobs since I had only done a couple before this. He was just very close to release.

  Making sure his eyes were still locked on mine, I started licking come off my fingers, twirling my tongue on my fingertips like what one would do to an ice cream cone.

  “Christ, Cass,” Dave said, then crawled towards me, making me fall back onto the bed. Him towering over me.

  I watched in admiration at all the hard, gleaming muscles above, working extraordinarily every time he moved.

  His abs flexing at every slight shift, his eyes widening as they wandered over my body, his arms bulging when he gave my breasts a small squeeze, his lips parting as he whispered words of endearments. Dave’s cock has impressively not softened; it was still thick and ready.

  Is he going to fuck me? Is this it?

  His hand swept under my head and he pulled me forward, claiming my lips once more with the searing passion I was still getting used to; his other hand went under me, cupping my right ass cheeks, then the left.

  I relaxed, letting him take me, do whatever he wanted with me. Despite everything that had happened today, I still trusted him completely.

  He was on me for what seemed like hours, worshipping my lips, breasts, ass, every inch of my skin. I couldn’t help but be a little disappointed when he didn’t actually take me. I wanted to feel his thick cock in me, get a real taste of him. I was so wet, so ready, my sex aching.

  I guess Dave finally tired out, because he finally slumped down, draping an arm over me, pulling me close. He whispered something to me, his breath rustling the strands of my hair, then he closed his eyes, exhaustion taking him.

  I squeezed against the slow rhythm of his rising chest, shivering as I felt the familiar warmth seeping into me, radiating through my skin and coating me better than any comforter ever could.

  Chapter 11

  -Cassandra-

  I woke up refreshed and unusually horny. Dave wasn’t in bed, but I could smell coffee and him outside. I could smell him on the spot beside me too, lingering there like a dreamy haze, and best of all: on me.

  I licked my lips and tasted the dying hint of mint. So last night hadn’t been a dream. I pinched myself to verify, just in case.

  Thank God.

  Why was I relieved? My life had completely changed in the past forty-eight hours. I wasn’t a human anymore. The closest man in my life wasn’t the man I had always seen him to be. And we had sex last night.

  No, not sex. But there was no denying the massive change that had happened.

  Change. Was it good or bad?

  With a groan, I got out of bed, exposing my nude body to the chilly morning air, fragments of last night resurfacing. I smiled dreamily when I recalled Dave’s touch, his deliciously warm hands. God, he was good.

  I look around to try to find something to cover myself with. There was no way I was going to wear yesterday’s dirty laundry, but I had to make an exception for my underwear. I found a neatly folded white t-shirt that the hotel must have provided. It must have been for Dave since it was oversized, but at least I was covered.

  My best friend was sitting on the living room’s coach, dressed in just black shorts, and he looked like the embodiment of perfection. Perfect eyes, perfect nose, perfect body, even his hair—not a single strand was out of place, which was the complete opposite of mine at the moment.

  I studied him from the side, so he wouldn’t catch me staring, though I now knew that my scent, and breathing, hell even my increasing heartbeat, gave me away.

  He was in that position: one leg crossed over the other, leaned back, ankle on thigh, chin on palm, and staring at nothingness. It was incredibly hot, but also instilled a deep fear in my heart. Dave only sat like that when he was deep in regret, or deep in thought. Most of the times, both.

  If it was the former, I wouldn’t know how I would take it. That man can hurt me, and I mean really hurt me. I had let him through my walls that I guarded carefully, yet he never let me in his. I needed to fix that if this relationship was going to work out.

  Relationship. Were we in one?

  Time to test it out.

  I plopped down and snuggled close to him—something I always did—and then kissed him sweetly on the cheeks—something I never did.

  I rested my cheeks on his shoulder and awaited my answer. My heart was at it again, thumping in my chest, and I really hoped he wouldn’t take notice, though I was sure he did.

  Though I told myself to relax, I couldn’t. So, I sat there, deathly still, my whole body tensed. If he regretted it, his body language and the inevitable conversation would come soon enough.

  I didn’t regret last night. Yeah, I had been unfaithful to Logan, and that was wrong. Very wrong. But, on the other hand, that relationship would never have worked out anyway. I was unhappy with him.

  I was relieved, more than I liked to admit, when Dave kissed me back on the forehead, then leaned against my neck to inhale me deeply.

  There it was again, another unnecessary shot of fear. What if he didn’t like what he smelled? I hadn’t put on perfume or anything like that for years. We used shampoo, though only the non-scented varieties, and we never applied even those if we knew a contract was on the horizon.

  When he banded his arms around me, cuddling me closer, I sighed happily. That meant he didn’t regret last night, that meant he wanted me.

  I couldn’t hate Dave, though I had been close when we were in that damp cave. He betrayed us, me. He’d kept a dark secret that he should have told me. That meant he didn’t trust me, and yet, I trusted him completely.

  It was unhealthy—a very toxic, one-sided relationship, but I couldn’t help it. All my previous relationships hadn’t been like this. Dave just had this effect on me, and it wasn’t the ‘bond.’ I had fallen for this man more than a year ago, and my feelings for him had grown every day since. They were stronger now since we had crossed a barrier last night, and I suspected they would become even stronger still in the future, whatever it might hold.

  “Coffee is on the kitchen table,” he said, his chin on my head.

  “Okay,” I mumbled back, but didn’t move.

  “You haven’t taken a shower.”

  “No.”

  “Come.” He stood up, and I had to too, because his arm was on me. “Let’s take one.”

  My heart jumped at hearing those words.

  Dave. In the shower. With me. It was a personal fantasy come true.

  With his hand on the small of my back, Dave guided me to his en suite—which seemed even larger than mine—then quickly stripped me out of my baggy shirt and helped me out of my underwear, his gaze lingering on my sex for just a moment before leading me into the streaming jets of water.

  I stole a quick glance at the mirror. No fangs yet, and the bite mark on my right arm was completely gone now.

  My sex god started washing me. First, by lathering his palms with shampoo and washing my hair, then my body. Starting with my breasts, which he kneaded softly with soapy hands. I bit my tongue, trying to hold back a moan. Why did he have to start there?!

  Thankfully (or maybe not), Dave finally went behind, washing between my shoulder blades, then lower, his fingertips following the curve on my spine, then dipping to the small of my back. I arched my back, raising my head and half closing my eyes, a long sigh escaping my lips.

  I had
heard extreme opinions about shower sex. It’s either super good or super bad, never in between. I personally think it all depends on the person, not the location. But what did I know? I had never tried it.

  Just take me, damn it.

  I let my hands fall limp by my side, moving them occasionally for Dave to soap them up. When was he going to fuck me? He was just washing me mechanically and thoroughly, and with a silence that unnerved me. There was no denying the unbound lust between us. What reason could he possibly have to justify holding himself back? Just thinking that made me want to scream with frustration.

  Finally, he spoke up.

  “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.”

  “Have you been a submissive all this time?”

  I stilled. “What do you mean?”

  He continued washing me, squatting down and rubbing his palms all over my legs. I tried not to be aroused, but I couldn’t help it. I was unnaturally horny when I woke up, and more so now. Way more; my nipples were hard and trickles of hot arousal were leaking down my legs, though I doubted he would notice that.

  “Your past relationships. Do you give up control so easily?”

  That seemed like a bad thing. “No.”

  He still didn’t look up, focusing on my calves now. “Only with me then?”

  “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “You submitted so easily last night, I was surprised, you—”

  “I was vulnerable last night.”

  Dave finally looked at me then. He stood up, and his deep blue gaze met mine. I felt heat darting through me involuntarily. “You obeyed my commands. I just want to know if you’ve been a submissive all along or if the bond made you one.”

  I fidgeted. “I made the choice.”

  “All original vampires are dominant. It’s by nature. Taking his blood changes them. And everyone who has ever been bitten becomes submissive. So far, I have not used any of my power over you, never tinkered with your free will. But I’m just afraid that our bond has already changed you, even though I am trying my hardest to hold back my influence.”

  “What influence?”

  “You already know I can read your mind. I am getting better at it, so I can promise you that I won’t do it again. I also can put thoughts in your head, and make you think they’re yours. I can make you do stuff that you don’t want to. You know this, we have seen—and killed—numerous blood slaves.”

  Memories of us killing freshly turned humans haunted me again. It was mercy—or so we kept telling ourselves. They were forced to become devoted slaves to the vampire who had bitten them.

  Make you do stuff you don’t want to. I remembered that fateful night, where I was forced to do exactly that. “The vampiress, the purple gas...”

  “Yeah, A ranks and above can do that. The gas saps your will. That is what I am afraid of: the bond slowly sapping your will, making you fall in love with me. It will be fake. Holding you, kissing you, when you don’t actually love me.”

  I shook my head. “No, I had feelings for you from way back. Nothing changed.”

  Dave stroked my cheeks. “Are you sure about that?”

  “Yes.”

  “So you were a submissive even before I bit you? There were no signs of it when you were together with Logan.”

  “I’m not a submissive.”

  “You didn’t have to obey me last night, and yet you did. If you weren’t a submissive before, then it means the bond is tinkering with your will. I need to know.”

  “Nothing’s changed,” I repeated, my voice clipped. “The only thing this damn bond is doing is making my skin burn, giving me this annoying pull towards you, and making me always horny, which is driving me crazy, by the way.”

  Crazy for you.

  “So you’re not a submissive before?”

  “No,” I snapped. “And I’m still not a ‘submissive’.”

  “Last night, you didn’t need to—”

  “As I said, I was vulnerable.” I took a step back, and his hands fell from my cheeks. “Honestly, I don’t know why I obeyed. It just feels... I don’t know. It was just an in the moment thing, okay?”

  I started to sputter more explanations but he stepped forward and claimed me in a hot, drugging kiss. I stumbled back until my back found solid wall. He wrapped his arm around my waist, steadying me, and I felt his other hand at the back of my head, gripping my hair firmly. We kissed for an eternity, his divine lips against mine until I felt his tongue pressing against the seam of my lips, trying to force entry. His message was clear: Let me enter.

  I obliged, accepting him into my mouth, letting him take me, pin me, sinking into the hard wall of his body, the overwhelming sensations too much for me to think straight.

  Suddenly Dave’s weight lifted away, but he still stayed closed, both his hands now on my waist, holding me tight, scorching me, branding me. I couldn’t help but drink in the perfect abs, his lean defined chest.

  Dave’s lips curved triumphantly, like he’d proven a point. “See how easily you submitted?”

  “What does that have to do with anything?” I mumbled. This shower wasn’t going as I expected. “You kissed me, and I reacted.”

  “You reacted by giving me control, thus submitting.”

  “It’s not—”

  Dave came swooping back with another drugging kiss, his tongue pressing past my lips, his hands kneading my breasts. “There’s nothing bad about submitting, Cass. I just needed to know if you were submissive by nature or because of the bite. I can't tell if you’re telling the truth or not because your pulse is beating like crazy. But I want you to know this—I was a dominant even before I took his blood. I only looked for submissive partners in the past. If not, it was a deal breaker for me.”

  Something churned in me with that revelation. I pushed him back. “You had partners?”

  His gaze searched mine. “Of course. I’m not that ugly.”

  “How many?” It was almost a snap.

  He sighed. “To be honest, not many. The last one ended almost three years ago. None of them lasted long, and I was always the asshole.”

  I couldn't resist running my hand through his front, feeling his hardened chest beneath my palms, and those small, hard bumps as I trailed his abs... “You’re an asshole.”

  “I know,” Dave switched off the shower, stepped out and dried himself with a towel before handing me a fresh one. “Come, the coffee is getting cold.”

  Chapter 12

  -David-

  I didn’t want to drink my coffee.

  I could still taste her on my lips, and washing it down with the bitter liquid would ruin the taste. Of course, I could drink the coffee then kiss her again, but that would leave a taste of her and the coffee.

  So I took the only viable option and set down my cup, watching Cass sip her double espresso. It was a simple everyday movement, yet somehow so different when she did it. She made it so erotic, and I wanted to just scoop her up and fuck her on the kitchen bar that stood between us.

  We were facing each other, me back in my shorts, and she in that oversized shirt and black sexy underwear. Cass frowned that cute frown of hers when I set my saucer down. Her pink hair was still damp from the shower, and I couldn’t figure which I liked most: the disarrayed hair she’d had this morning, the damp hair she had now, or her normal hair, let down beautifully.

  “You haven’t drunk yours.”

  I jerked my chin to her cup. “Yes. Finish yours.”

  My gaze slid to her lips. Those full lush lips. God, it was fantasy material. I had spent a good amount of time wondering what those lips would taste like. So many occasions of just wanting to throw myself at her and claim them, to get an exotic sampling, even when she was taken.

  Fuck, that had hurt me. But now, she was mine. Or was she? Does she really want me, or was it the bond influencing her?

  She continued sipping, watching me over the rim of the cup. “I’m half tempted to not do it now.”

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sp; “There’s nothing wrong with submitting,” I repeated.

  “Stop using that word.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know. It makes me feel incompetent and weak.”

  I frowned. “There’s nothing weak about submitting. In fact, it’s the opposite.”

  Silence, only disturbed by the sipping of coffee.

  I exhaled internally, and finally brought out the topic I was dying to talk about. “About last night...”

  Cass continued sipping, staring past me, but I could tell I had her full attention. “What about it?”

  “Did you mean it? That you would’ve left Logan for me?”

  I could have read her mind, found out the truth. It was so tempting to do so, but I’d promised.

  “Every word.”

  “And you still want to stay with me?”

  The cup was now blocking half of her face, and she was still pretending to be sipping. “Yes.”

  “Even after knowing what I am, what I have done, everything?” I knew that was the wrong thing to say as soon as it slipped from my lips. She doesn't know what I have done, not yet.

  “Yes.”

  I nodded. “Good, because I am guessing we will be stuck together for a while until I can find out another way to free you of the bond.”

  She set the saucer on the table. “What if I don’t want to?”

  “What?”

  “The bond forces us to be together, right?”

  “In a way, yes.”

  “What if I have no problems with that?”

  “You want to stay a vampire? You hate their guts.”

  “I still do. But we’re different. Screw them, and screw humanity. Screw everyone that is not us. No more hunting, no more nothing. Just you and me from now on. I want a happily ever after, and I’m well aware that I sound delusional right now. But I—we deserve that.”

  I fell silent, shifting in my seat. “You have encountered an A rank. You saw how strong they are. Humanity stands no chance.”

  “So?”

  “Doesn’t that bother you?”

  She picked her coffee back up. “Not anymore.”