I ran, faster than I ever had before, clutching Tate to me and losing the Brotherhood. We made it to my car and I helped him inside before getting in. I reached over and gripped Tate’s hand while I drove. He sagged against the door.
“You’re a master,” he sighed and then fell asleep.
Hours later I pulled into a motel next to the airport. Tomorrow night I had a flight to the next Sanguine Society sect.
“Tate,” I said, waking him up. He looked around and then climbed out of the car, following me inside the room I’d rented. He didn’t say anything as he laid down in bed and passed out again. While he slept I tended to his wounds, cleaning him up, and bandaging him. Luckily it was all superficial. They hadn’t had time to do much to him. I shuddered at the thought of what would have happened if I didn’t go back right away.
Then I laid on the bed beside him, back to back, my eyes on the door until I felt the sun starting to come.
I’d sleep in the bathtub today. There were no windows in there. Sleep wasn’t really the right word though. Vampires didn’t really sleep, they died. Life would come back to me when evening came. The idea was unsettling but it happened nonetheless and I wasn’t aware at all during the day, just drifted away.
As a master vampire I could fight off the pull that daytime gave me, but not for long.
When I started to lift off the bed, Tate spoke up. He’d woken up ten minutes ago but I had remained silent, ashamed by how much I messed up.
“Where are you going?” He asked, his hand darting out and gripping my wrist.
“The sun is coming, I’ll be in the tub.” I held back the urge to brush my fingers across his neck and feel the edge of his hair. “I won’t leave again. Not unless you ask me to.”
He scoffed and finally looked me straight on with his piercing blue eyes.
“What’s the plan?”
“Sanguine Society. I plan to destroy the entire thing,” I admitted. He hummed and looked off.
“Was that why you left? Because I wanted to hand Sanguine to the Brotherhood?”
“No,” I said. He shifted, rolling over fully to face me in bed. The calloused fingers around my wrist tugged me closer. I didn’t fight his pull and fell back into bed beside him. His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me flush against him. Then he shifted on top of me, his heavy weight pinning me down. It felt good.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Making sure you don’t go anywhere. Did you leave because I love you?” He asked.
“What?” I asked in confusion. “Did you think that's why I left?” I asked. I felt even more terrible. I never told him my feelings so what was he supposed to believe? Tate said nothing as he pressed his body against mine.
“I left because you could go back to the Brotherhood. You could still live the life you were supposed to,” I explained.
“I thought I made myself clear. You’re the most important thing to me. I don’t want to live without you.”
“Okay,” I whispered, turning away because our faces were too close. The urge to touch him was too strong. “I made a mistake. I thought I was saving you from running, being hunted. I thought that I was saving you fromme.”
“You,” he repeated.
“I’m a vampire, Tate. Something you seem to have no concern about. You even encourage my feeding.”
“I do,” he responded. His fingers slid into my hair before he gripped it snuggly. “Because I want you to drink from me. I want to be the thing making you strong, my blood inside your body keeping you alive.” I looked back into his eyes. “I’m tired of holding back with you,” he murmured before his mouth was on mine, biting and licking, groaning as he delved in to taste more of me. My cock hardened, throbbing against his hip.
“Hold back?” I asked, breaking the kiss.
“You have no idea all the things I’ve thought of you over the years,” he murmured between kisses. “How much I wanted to shove you to your knees and paint your face with cum. How I wanted to peel you apart, fuck you so hard you came without being touched, tears pooling in your pale eyes. I wanted to make you dirty and I jerked off every chance I had while thinking about it.”
“Fuck,” I said, my hips rolling, grinding my cock against him. His hand tugged my hair as his tongue pushed into my mouth. I could feel his thick erection heavy on my thigh, digging in as his body moved against mine.
“I love when you sink your fangs inside me and swallow me down,” he growled, pawing at my clothes, and pulling up my shirt. When it was off he dragged his hands down my abs before he began opening my belt and pulling off my pants. He ripped off all my clothes and looked down at me.
“You’re too beautiful,” he said, fingers tracing my muscles and sliding across my hip. He gripped me tightly and sunk back down on my body.
“Don’t you mean handsome,” I said.
