“Sebastian,” he groaned as he ground deep inside and filled me up. He growled and the leather of his gun holster scratched against my shoulders.
Then finally he sagged, falling out of me. He slipped down into the bed, listless and dazed.
“Tate?” I asked in concern. I unlooped the excess chain frantically, my fingers shaking. Tate was pale. He smiled, laughing a little as he reached up and dragged his fingers down my face.
“Are you okay?” I asked as his hand fell back into the bed.
“I’m perfect,” he said, still just smiling at me, not taking his eyes away.
“I took too much. Why didn’t you stop me?” I asked.
“It’s okay,” he said but it wasn’t. He took a deep sigh and grabbed on to me. “Lay with me while I sleep.” I pulled away instead, disturbed by what I’d done. He was drifting off to sleep when a moment ago he was full of life. I’d taken that energy, stolen it. It wasn’t right. It shouldn’t be this way.
“Sebastian?” He asked in concern when I pulled away. He looked like a kicked dog as I kept backing away. The chain dragged across the floor as I walked a few paces away.
“Get away,” I hissed. The smell of blood was everywhere and I was still hungry—my stomach cramping with need. Tate sighed in defeat then slowly pulled himself up on the bed, zipping himself back in his pants. He grabbed his head and pinched his eyes shut before he could stand up. My tongue darted over my lips as he slowly walked to the other side of the room. I clung to the wall fighting a war inside myself.
“We can’t keep doing this,” I said, grabbing my pants and pulling them back on. He stopped in the middle of the room.
“I’m the reason this happened to you. I—” He cut himself off.
“What do you mean?” He wasn’t making sense.
“We weren’t supposed to be partners,” he said, turning around and looking at me. A pained expression was on his face.
“Why would they team us up then?” I asked in confusion.
“I…” he blew out a breath. “Because I’ve been in love with you since we were kids,” he admitted. He gave a little huff and sagged, looking like he’d been relieved of some weight. I shook my head in bewilderment while I peeled myself off the wall and stood up.
“I don’t understand.” The chain slid across the ground as I started to pace, unable to stand still. Helovedme since we were kids? We barely interacted. We hadn’t even been friends. He hardly talked to me before we were partners.
“I blackmailed Hackmann. I demanded we were partners because the thought of being separated was… unacceptable,” he said coolly.
“Tate, you’re not making sense,” I said, pressing my fingers to the bridge of my nose. “We weren’t even friends before this.”
“I watched you,” he said and I stopped walking and looked at him. “I followed you,” he continued.
“Stop,” I said, not wanting to hear anymore. The heavy weight of his startling eyes was freaking me out. He moved slowly towards me but I stood my ground. He grabbed my face suddenly and forced a kiss on me. My mouth opened for him and his tongue plunged in demandingly.
“I stalked you, Sebastian. Looked into your windows,” he growled in my ear and I shuddered, my cock hardening in my pants at the visual. I could imagine him watching me, his thick cock hard in his pants.
He dragged his mouth across my jaw, biting and kissing a greedy path as he kept my face in his clutch.
“I couldn’t let go of you then. I couldn’t let go of you when you were turned. Do you think now, after I’ve been inside you, that I wouldeverlet you go?” He asked, reaching back and jerking the chain for emphasis.
“I’ll do what I have to do. Even if it’s wrong,” he whispered.
“What are you implying?” I asked, reaching up and gripping the metal collar. Technically I’d been his captive the whole time but now the collar and chain felt like more. Not just a means to protect himself but as a way to keep me from getting away.
The door burst open before he could answer.
“Two little lost lambs,” a chilly voice sliced through the room. Panic exploded in my gut and I swiveled around. Professor Wolfe was in the doorway, a shining glint in his eyes and a cruel curve to his lips. His skin was blackened like a piece of meat forgotten on the grill.
“Sebastian,” he said. “You’re from the Brotherhood it seems. How ironic.”
A chill splashed my spine, cold dread leaking into my body and making my mind numb.
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