The feel of him stretched around me would have to stay a treasured memory though.
I went about cleaning him up. However, I left the blood, grimacing as I did because I knew they’d see more than he wanted them to. I also didn’t put him in any clothes. Some of the bites would look… concerning and we needed this to look believably forced. I peeled the bandage from his arm so Wolfe’s brutal bite would be shown.
“I’m sorry,” I mumbled to him.
God, I wanted to fuck him again. I wanted to hear this virile man make those rough little groans as my tongue pushed inside him. I wanted to spread his muscular thighs apart and pierce a trail of vampire kisses up to his cock. I wanted to feel his thick erection in my mouth before settling between his legs and pushing inside.
Then I wanted him to fuck me again. Tate had a domineering way about him that I didn’t. I wanted to feel his powerful thrusts pushing inside my body, hear his gravelly voice demanding me to drink as he fucked me into the mattress relentlessly.
Who knew my partner, the fucking legacy of the Brotherhood, would make me want all these things I never had wanted before? I sat at the edge of the bed, giving him my back.
It was hard to look at him because he made me want to change my mind. I reached back blindly, my brain screaming for me to take one more look that I couldn’t. My fingers traced his face and my eyes closed as I felt his chiseled jaw, scruffy and unshaven. My own was smooth and had been since I died.
I stood up and walked to the bedroom door, not daring to look behind me.
The truth was, I loved him too. It was hard not to. Not after everything. Not after knowing how he felt and seeing him attempt to fight to the death for me.
That truth settled like a weight in my limbs, trying to tie me to the bed behind me but I kept moving, not looking back. I wouldn’t get over this. Not ever. He was the last tie to my human life.
Tate could get over this though. He’d been obsessed far too long by the sounds of it. I’d cure him of that. Maybe he’d wake up furious and then sink into depression. He’d move eventually, he’d have to.
Outside the house, I opened my cell and scrolled to the contact. I bit my lip as I bargained with myself. If they didn’t pick up, I’d go back inside and let him do whatever the fuck he wanted. Chain me to a fucking wall again if that was what he wished.
The phone rang a few times. They picked up and I sighed, resigned and detached.
“Sebastian,” Ophelia snarled. “We know what you are. What have you done with him? If you killed him. If you turned him…” This would be easier than I thought—no convincing necessary. I rattled off an address on the mailbox.
“You’ll find Tate there,” I said.
“Is he alive?” She asked with a bite.
“Barely,” I lied. “Consider his life my gift and don’t try to find me.”
“Like fuck we won’t find you—” I wretched the phone away from my ear and flung it. It sailed over the house and I watched it go. Then I moved to the car I’d stolen. It was filled with everything I could get from Wolfe’s office. There was information about all the other sects of Sanguine Society in there.
A smile stretched over my face. Not all the sects were placed in schools but a good portion was. Good thing I’d always look young. I’d infiltrated one, I’d infiltrate the others—none the wiser they invited a master vampire in their midst, one who wanted every single one of them dead.
This is what I was going to do with the curse I’d been given. Turn it into a gift for what I’d always wanted—revenge on the bastards that murdered my family and destroyed my life. They’d never see one of their own coming.
* * *
I woke up with a start,reaching for Sebastian. He wasn’t there. I lunged up in bed, my eyes swiveling the room.
Ophelia stood in the middle of the room. Her mouth dropped open as her dark eyes widened. I blinked at her in confusion then grabbed my head and groaned as the sudden movement caught up to me, my head ached and my vision swayed. I was still recovering from all the blood loss from the last few days.
She rushed forward as I flopped back down in the bed.
“Fuck,” she finally said on an inhale, her voice breaking a little. “Oh, fuck.”
She was freaking out and it was making me start to freak out.
“Where’s Sebastian?” I asked, my voice hoarse, my tongue dry and thick in my mouth. Someone else stomped into the room.
“He’s gone,” the man grumbled. Ophelia’s partner. I couldn’t remember his name right now. Ophelia was like a sister to me, another legacy, another kid with dead vampire-hunting parents. “Jesus,” the guy hissed when he saw me. Ophelia tugged the sheet up over me sharply and shot him an angry look.
“Jack,” she hissed. I looked down, seeing I was naked and bloody. They’d seen the vampire bites on my thighs and cock.
“Where is he?” I ground out.
