“Shit,” I hissed, imagining it while he stared up at me. He was slowly fucking me open wider with his fingers. If things had been just a little different that night—if everything went according to plan—then my partner would have come back. Excitement and pride would have shone in his eyes.
Then he would have asked me to do my duty like I had that morning. Except when I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth, he’d tell me to lay face down on the bed. I would have, of course. If Sebastian wanted to fuck me I was more than willing to let him. I’d have climbed face down on the bed and felt as he peeled me apart.
“Fuck,” I moaned as fingers rubbed against my prostate. Sebastian pulled out and climbed up my body. His hands slid across my thighs as he kissed me.
“Will you let me fuck you?” Sebastian asked breathily.
“Yes,” I growled.
“Still playing the good partner? Even though I’m a vampire.” He smiled at me while lining up his cock and pushing himself inside. I groaned, tensing as he worked his way in. I cursed, grabbing at his head and forcing his mouth on my neck. He bit down immediately, the arousal it caused made me relax enough to accept him in.
He thrust in deep, filling me up and seating himself there as he took a mouthful of blood. He pushed up on his forearms and looked down at me. The feeling of our bodies connected in this new way filled me with pleasure. I loved the sensation of him inside me. A drop of blood dripped from his bottom lip and fell onto mine as he began to thrust.
A groan rushed out of me as his hips met my ass. His tongue slid across his fangs as he adjusted his hips and thrust again, hitting my prostate. My body tightened and I was loud as the pleasure was stroked from inside me. Sebastian let out a staggered breath at my reaction.
“So fucking tight,” he rasped. pushing in and out, chasing his pleasure inside me. A flash of hunger came over his face and he growled, fucking me harder. I tried to pull him to my neck again but he refused, not letting me drag him down and even snarling at me when I tried to. My cock was trapped between our bodies as he fucked me, his body rubbing against it in an endless tease.
It felt like heaven to have Sebastian moving inside me, his frantic thrusts revealing his pleasure. His pink lips and pale skin were all I could see, his face taking up my entire vision.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said between heavy breaths. His thrusts stuttered a moment and then he fucked me harder, digging into me, and fucking me up the bed until he was shooting off in my ass. I felt wet and sore as he slid down my body, grabbing the cock he’d so far ignored.
My hand slid in his light hair as he punctured my erection with his teeth. I grunted in pain, my thigh muscles tightening.
Sebastian slid my cock in his mouth and my hips flicked as my grip tightened in his hair. He moaned around me, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. I panted, watching his lips stretched wide over my girth as I fucked his mouth harder, feeling the slide of his tongue as I dug into the back of his throat.
My balls drew up and I pulled his head all the way down, shooting into him. He swallowed it down, groaning in pleasure before he nuzzled my spent cock. His tongue dragged over the bite marks, lapping at the blood.
We sat in comfortable silence, swimming in the post-sex bliss. I wished killing Wolfe had been the end of our struggles but there was still the Brotherhood to deal with.
“We’re going to run,” I said to the ceiling, my fingers petting Sebastian’s hair. “We’ll leave them the information about the other Sanguine Society sects.” A plan was forming in my head. “They’ll want to concentrate on that. They won’t be able to afford to send hunters chasing us all over when they have a massive multi-continent society of vampires to deal with.”
Sebastian climbed up my body before settling on top of me. His head nestled into my neck as I played with his hair.
“It’ll all be fine Sebastian,” I told him, hoping I sounded confident.
“Sounds like you have it all figured out. Now sleep," he sighed. His slow, monotone voice made me realize how exhausted I was. My eyes slipped shut and I found myself asleep before even realizing I was drifting off.
14
Tate’s arms wrapped around me, protective and possessive.
“Sleep,” I told him. His body sagged instantly, his arms dropping as my command rolled over him. I pulled in a long breath. I didn’t necessarily need to breathe but I didn’t plan on stopping the habit after living twenty-four years doing it. Maybe that was silly. Perhaps it was best to embrace the life of a living dead vampire.
I wrapped my arms around Tate, holding on for a bit more after forcing him into a slumber.
The truth I failed to mention to Tate was that I was now a master vampire after killing Wolfe. Which meant I didn’t feel the rabid hunger I had before. A small positive that didn’t offset the larger negative. I was a vampire, a very strong one. There was no slipping away from the Brotherhood—my fate was sealed.
If life had been different—a world where vampires never existed—then Tate and I could have had a normal life.
No Brotherhood with its barren walls and demands for complete obedience. No murdered families or gun training at ten.
We’d have an easy life with no need for strange obsessions, no need to dirty one's soul, no killing, no graves, no blood.
But this was the life we had. Bodies honed for killing, grave dirt under our nails, and me… a vampire damning the soul of the man who loved me.
He asked too much of me. I couldn’t do this with him. Staying together would mean he'd always be running from the Brotherhood. He’d also lose the only quasi-family he had. Not that it was a great family but it was the people who raised him.
I pushed up on my palms, looking down at him. Tate looked fucked out, sticky and sweaty. His bloody neck and cock made my mouth water, the bite wounds teasing me to sink inside him again with my teeth and cock.
