“You kissed me,” I said. His tongue darted over his lips and I couldn’t pull my eyes away. He reached up, wrapped my tie around his fist, and tugged me down. His lips crashed into mine, bruising and fierce.
His kiss made me forget about being a vampire, too confounded with the shock of my partner’s tongue in my mouth. He was more than a partner though, he was my best friend for the past few years and most certainly a man. The scratch of his unshaven jaw against my face was fierce and intoxicating.
“Fuck, Tate,” I panted as his tongue thrust in my mouth like he was fucking it.
“What’s happening?” I asked in confusion as I kissed him back. Why were we doing this? Why did I need it so badly? I’d thought of using each other to get off but I’d never thought of kissing him until my lips felt numb. Now that I was, I didn't want to stop.
Tate pulled back, his lips damp and swollen. His eyes flicked to mine and then he wrapped something around my head. The snicket of a lock clicked into place and I blinked away the momentary confusion.
Frantically I pulled off him, scrambling back on the floor. My finger reached up and tugged on the muzzle he’d locked on my head. It was a special thing the Brotherhood had put together, fashioned a bit like a dog muzzle with a metal cage on the front, but with a key code lock on the back. We rarely used them but they were useful if we needed to keep a vamp alive while ensuring they couldn’t bite us.
The realization of our new roles burned inside me. He was a vampire hunter and I was a vampire. Rage overcame me for a second. I dropped my hands, my lips already peeling away from my teeth. I nearly shot at him, wanting to fight.
Then suddenly all the fight poured out of me. I shriveled into myself, my shoulders pulling towards my chest. I pushed further away from Tate, my ass dragging across the floor until my back hit the wall. I wrapped my arms around myself and buried my face in my knees. Regret and shame swayed inside me. These mood swings were already relentless and tiring. Being a fledgling vampire was exhausting.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. The floor vibrated as Tate stomped toward me. Fingers grabbed onto the muzzle and tugged, making me face him.
“Why are you acting like this?” He hissed.
“What?” I asked in confusion.
“Are you a vampire or are you still my Sebastian? Stop messing with my head,” he snapped, pushing the muzzle away.
“Your Sebastian?” I asked. He shot me an irritated look and I dropped it. His eyes slid to my mouth and he bent over, grabbing at his shorts frantically and pulling them up. His face looked flushed and he swallowed thickly, avoiding looking at me.
“Really,nowyou're embarrassed?”
“I didn’t intend to do that,” he mumbled, getting fidgety. He went to the corner and crouched down in front of his go bag that I hadn’t even noticed. He riffled through the things in there haphazardly, not really doing anything.
“It was a mistake,” I said quickly, trying to make him feel better. “I’m a fresh vampire. I was overwhelmed with hormones. I was practically begging you to do something like that.”
“A mistake,” he repeated blankly, looking at me.
“Don’t think about it. It never happened,” I sighed, pushing my fingers into my hair. “What’s the plan here,” I said, quickly trying to push the conversation somewhere else. There was a pit of shame in my chest for what just happened. Tate was clearly disturbed. When we kissed I felt something real.
It had just been a trick though, a distraction so he could muzzle me. A fucking distraction, Christ.
“We stick with the plan,” Tate said. I let out a breath of relief to have the awkward silence go away. “Burn Sanguine Society to the ground.”
“And me?” I asked.
“I haven’t thought that far ahead.”
“Will you kill me?” I asked. It was dead silent for a moment.
“No,” he finally said, turning back to his bag and fingering the stakes. I felt angry and wild. He didn’t have a plan? He had no idea what to do with me?
“So what, I’m just your pet vampire?” I snapped. “You’ll take the muzzle off to let me feed a little whenever you want to get off?” His eyes widened in shock. My cock throbbed at the idea even while my words were rich with indignation. I imagined being Tate’s vampire slut, chained up and begging to suck him off in order to get a taste of blood, moaning around the sensation of his cock filling my mouth.
“Jesus Christ,” he hissed in response to my implication.
Glass shattered upstairs. Our eyes snapped to each other. This wasn’t good. It also made no sense. Vampires couldn’t come into a house unless invited… or unless one of their own clan was already inside.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
7
The windows crashed upstairs and a large thump sounded above my head. It only took a second for my confusion to move into clarity. I was an idiot. One of their own was inside the house, which meant they didn’t need permission. If a vampire from their own clan was inside, that was permission enough to enter.
