Gavin closed his eyes and pulled his lips in. “Why didn’t you tell me?” his words came out as a slow growl.
The light from the moon poured into his room. He moved his face toward mine and the pale light shone across his face, his eyes flickering wildly. I’d never in my life seen the type of rage that masked his eyes. It was almost inhuman.
“Why?” he asked again. The way his voice sounded sent chills splintering through my chest.
I instinctually backed away from him. “I didn’t think, I don’t know. I was scared. He sent me pictures of us kissing at the bar, and I was terrified we’d get in trouble.”
Gavin flung his head back against his headboard. “Damn it, Brooke!” His hands flew up to his head and his fingers scratched through his hair.
I started the nervous rambling I was so good at. “Colton and Adam took him outside the bar that night and got his phone. He had all kinds of pictures of us on there. Pictures of me. Adam followed him home and threatened him if he didn’t leave me alone. Dan’s stopped bothering me since then, so I just figured everything was fine.” I paused. “He started again last week. He only really got creepy once. Since then he hasn’t bothered me. I was bent over in my office and he said something about he bet you bent me over like that…” My voice trailed off when I saw the anger fly across Gavin’s face.
His eyes grew large. His jaw tightened up and his nostrils flared. I could have sworn his eyes turned pitch black.
“I was gonna tell you, I just wanted to wait until the weekend so you could cool off before you saw him. I mean, we still don’t know for sure that it’s him.”
Gavin shook his head. “Oh, whether or not it is, he’s not going to be disrespectful to you like that.”
“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you.” My eyes fell down into my lap.
Gavin reached over and placed his hand on the back of my neck. “You shouldn’t have been put in this position. You don’t need to apologize to me.” He pressed his lips to mine. “You shouldn’t be afraid to tell me anything though.” He stared into my eyes. “You understand?”
Gavin laid back down, shutting his eyes and opening up his arms. “Come here.”
I snuggled up to his chest and closed my eyes. “I love you, Gavin.”
“I love you too, my darling love.”
The pleasing feel of Gavin’s hands rubbing under my panties and grazing across my clit woke me up. He brought his lips to my neck and bit me, moaning and tugging my skin with his teeth as he pulled his mouth away. Pushing his fingers into me quickly, he ran his other hand under my shirt, grabbing my breasts tightly within his hands. He grabbed my nipple and pinched it hard between his fingers, letting out another soft groan.
I looked out the window to find that it was still dark. I’d never been woken from sleep this way. And I must say, it was a pleasant surprise.
Gavin yanked my panties down and climbed on top of me. Reaching down, he pulled his dick out from his boxers and slipped it between my legs, wetting the head by running it between my lips.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice was raspy from sleep, “the way only I can.”
He swiftly pulled my shirt up and placed both hands on my breasts, again gripping my flesh tightly with his palms.
He worked his mouth down my stomach and between my legs. Gavin kissed my thighs and then licked deep into me. He pulled me apart with his fingers and thrust his tongue inside me, curling the tip of it up as he pulled it out of me. Covering me with his warm mouth, he took my clit softly between his teeth, pulling the tender skin as he moved his mouth off of me.
“God, I love the way you taste. I could just do that all fucking day,” he said before slamming his mouth back onto me.
My hands gripped at the sheets, balling the slick material up in my fists as I cried out from the searing pleasure.
Gavin stared up at me, licking his lips. “You’re mine,” he said with a very possessive hiss. He put his face back between my legs and stuck his finger inside of me as he sucked on my clit.
Reaching down, I gathered his hair in between my fingers, pulling on his hair to make him raise his head. Gavin’s hands grabbed my waist, his fingers digging into my sides as he sat me up. He pulled me onto my knees and spread my legs with his hands.
“You want me to be done with that?” he asked and glanced down between my legs. He swiped a finger across me. “Well, I’m not ready to be done with it. Did I not just tell you it was mine?”
I couldn’t say anything; I just released a breath as he slid underneath me, pulling me down over his face. His fingers grabbed onto my body. The bristles on his face rubbed against my thighs as he viciously fucked me with his mouth.
A heat scorched over me and he dragged himself back up underneath me, sitting me down on him as he thrust into me. A loud moan was forced from me when I felt him fill me.
“Damn, I love your cunt,” he groaned loudly.
Gavin laid back with a satisfied look stretching across his face as he watched me ride him. He placed one hand on my hip to guide me and the other behind his head. Gripping the skin on my hips between his fingers, he kneading it in his palm and thrust himself into me.
Without warning, he flipped me over. His fingers dug into my ass. Grabbing a handful of hair, he jerked my head back, lowering his body over mine as he fucked me. I felt his breath against my neck, and he whispered though gritted teeth into my ear, “You’ve no idea what I’m capable of.”
His hand smacked against my ass and the sting caused me to tighten around him, my body grew weak. Every ounce of tension released and my muscles twitched from the intense surge of unforgiving pleasure. My ears rang, making me less aware of how loudly I was crying out while Gavin drained every last bit of strength from me.
Lifting his head from my neck, he tossed it back. He let out a groan as he came and pushed himself off of me.
“Ah, you fuck me so well,” he said and lightly smacked his hand across my ass.
I laid down next to him and closed my eyes. “That was different. I’ve never been woken up with someone groping me like that.” I looked at him, and trailed my fingers across his jaw. “I liked it!”
He laughed and patted my ass again with his palm. “I guess we see what happens if I fall asleep without having had sex with you first. You’re the strongest addiction I’ve ever had.”
Pulling me up against his naked body, he held me tightly.
Within moments I’d drifted into a deep sleep.
Chapter Forty-three
Gavin
The light from my window stretched across my face and woke me up. I opened my eyes and rolled over.
Brooke was curled up on her pillow and her hair had fallen perfectly around her face. I laid there and watched her peacefully sleeping. I hated knowing what I was going to do to her, how I was going to try her trust, hurt her so deeply without ever intending to. The thought of what I had started in my sleep scared me. What if I hadn’t woken up? That innocent nibble on her neck could have very well turned into my tearing into her flesh, damning her and the entire world along with her.
My thoughts redirected to the events of the previous night. My blood boiled under my skin as I thought about someone watching her. I had my doubts. I had initially thought this was all part of that defiant woman’s plan to ruin our relationship. The thought that it may be the retaliation from one of the Guardians had also crossed my mind, but Brooke seemed so convinced that it may be Dan. Either way, I would not tolerate anyone putting her in an uncomfortable situation, debasing her, and most certainly not threatening her safety.
She was mine.
Pulling on a pair jeans and a t-shirt, I walked out into the hallway. I glanced in the direction of the guest bedroom, quietly making my way down the wooden hallway.
I stopped outside of the door and listened. Peering around the corner, I saw Constance and Ashley lying asleep. I narrowed my eyes as I stared at Ashley. I really hated
that she’d befriended Brooke and was trying to figure out a way to unhook her claws from Brooke’s skin without having Brooke think I was trying to control her.
I knew what was best for my love, and Ashley West had nothing to do with it.
Leaving the room, I went down the hallway and entered my living room. I grabbed Ashley’s keys from the island and walked through to the garage. I needed to clear my mind; I needed to get out of that house, away from the distractions and the volatile mixture of circumstances that lie within it.
Pulling up in front of the club, I parked my car. I had rarely come here during the day, but I also had not been frequenting it nearly as much as I used to. The stress that I was experiencing had to be released before it culminated into an uncontrollable rage.
I approached the building and knocked lightly on the door. Within moments the door opened and Raven squinted from the light entering the entrance way. She backed out of the doorway and I walked inside, closing the door behind me and locking it.
“What in the hell are you doing here?” Raven questioned me. “What’s wrong with you?” I tried to walk past her and she wrapped her cold hand around my wrist, her nails scratching against my flesh.
“Gavin! What in the hell is going on?”
“Nothing.” I said and yanked my arm free from her. “Nothing!”
Raven darted past me, running to the end of the hallway and blocking the door. “Bullshit! You’ve been acting crazy the past few weeks. You’ve been coming in here on whims — you turned someone! I’ve never seen you do that! Their blood’s not yours. You take their souls, we take their blood. You only thirst for blood when you’ve lost control.”
“I had a change of heart,” I said sarcastically as I snatched her shoulders to move her from the door.
Grabbing my face, she looked at me. “I know what you’re doing! You know you have no business getting involved with one of them outside of this club. It’s not safe, Gavin. What if you can’t control your urge to take her? Do you want to damn us all?”
“I know what I’m doing,” I said, glaring at her.
I was angry that she questioned my ability to refrain from taking the soul of a person not marked for us. “I wouldn’t dare harm her like that,” I growled.
“You love her? Oh, my God, you love her? What the fuck? How are you going to fall in love with one of them? You know that’s dangerous. If the Guardians find out, they’ll hunt you down.” Raven was becoming hysterical.
I stared at her. Fear was evident not only in her voice but in her expression.
I let out a long sigh. “They’re not forbidden, Raven. As long as we don’t take their soul or their life, they’re not forbidden.” My mind went back to the garden. Azaal had shifted shape and took on the appearance of the serpent to tempt the woman. The bright red color of that fruit had been burned into my memory. I glanced back up to Raven.
Her chest puffed out as she drew in an angry breath, her eyes narrowed at me. “No, they’re not but, you know damn well the Guardians won’t like it.”
“It’s the same as the forbidden fruit – had the woman only looked at it – had she been able to simply enjoy the texture of it within her palm, man would have never fallen from grace.” My stare pierced through Raven. “It was only when she ate from it that she broke the commandment. I don’t eat from a mortal, and there’s no harm.”
I laughed at her faltering faith in my ability to obey the agreement. “We’re all damned anyway, are we not?” Placing my hands on her shoulders, I moved her out of my way. “I love her, and I’m fully aware that she can never know what I really am. I know I can’t have her for all of eternity.”
Raven’s eyes were filling with tears. “Then how are you going to end it with her? At the most you’ve got about ten years before she’ll start questioning why you don’t age. What the hell? I mean, are you going to marry her? They all want children and you know damned well that if you gave her a child she would die. That’s a part of the curse you can’t change, unless you make her immortal, and you know you can’t turn her without fulfilling the prophecy.”
I drew in a long breath. Raven was right and I hated it. “I’ll just enjoy her while I can, be it ten years or ten more days.”
Raven shook her head furiously. “I don’t like this at all. No one’s going to like this, Gavin.”
I lowered my head and raised my eyes to look at her. “No one’s going to know about this aside from you,” I said.
Pulling the door open, I walked into the room and slammed the door shut. The women inside the room jumped. They’d been asleep and my entrance had startled them awake.
I buried my face inside my hands and my fingers steepled over the bridge of my nose. I knew I was spiraling out of control. I took in several breaths and let out a loud and tortured groan. “You’re her by choice?” I shouted.
One of the women rose from the floor and walked toward me. “Yes,” she whispered.
Grabbing her by the shoulders, I forced her against the door. My mouth quickly found hers and I began to pull in her essence; the rush of the soul leaving her body and entering mine was fleeting. My cravings were becoming more cannibalistic; the rage of knowing that I would one day be forced to let Brooke go consumed me. I’d never truly been able to appreciate anything; how can you appreciate things you know you’ll never lose? Brooke was the first piece of me I knew could be lost.
I twisted the woman’s head to the side. My lips wandered down her neck and quickly found the alluring rush of blood coursing through her veins. Clamping my teeth down over her skin, her vein rolled underneath my teeth, and my teeth ripped through her warm flesh. The agonizing screams of the woman were drowned out by my thoughts of having to let go of Brooke at some point. The tormented cries from my inner demon made the frantic screams of this woman seem like a faint whisper.
The copper taste of her blood coated my throat as I gulped it down greedily. I knew I had to release her or she would not have enough blood to live. Loosening my grip, I walked her over to the couch. She was whimpering, moaning from the pain of my venom. I laid her down and stood over her, watching her chest rise and fall. I watched her writhe in pain.
Her hand cupped the wound on her neck. I stared at her, realizing I had already lost control. The demon inside was taking over. The fire I’d set with Brooke was raging out of control, and I feared it was only a matter of time before it consumed us both.
Chapter Forty-four
Brooke
My eyes slowly opened and my pupils fought to bring the world around me into focus. I threw my arm across my face to try and soften the light. There was a soft knock on the half-opened door to Gavin’s bedroom.
“Brooke?” Ashley was standing in the doorway, peering inside the room.
“Hmmm?” I stretched my arms out and felt the empty place where Gavin had slept.
“It’s ten o’clock.”
I woke up enough to notice that I was still naked and that my breasts were partially exposed. Reaching down, I pulled the sheet up over my chest. “Okay, do you need to go?” I yawned.
“Gavin’s not here.” She walked in and stood in front of the bed.
“What?”
“Yeah, I heard him leave like forty minutes ago.”
I immediately sat up.
Oh hell, I bet he’s gone to murder Dan.
I sat in the bed, stunned. “Oh shit!”
Ashley bent down and picked my shirt up from the floor. She tossed it at me. “I’m not picking up your panties and throwing them to you, sorry.”
I pulled the shirt over my head and searched for my phone. “Turn around,” I instructed Ashley.
Hopping out of the bed, I picked up my underwear and slipped them on. I pulled my jeans off the floor and yanked them up, catching my nail in the zipper.
“Shit, shit, shit…” I ran out into the living room. “Where’s my phone?”
Ashley followed me. “What’s going on, Brooke
?”
I looked up at her. “I think the stalker’s Dan. I told Gavin. Dan made some gross comments to me last week and went off about how Gavin couldn’t do anything, that he’d shoot Adam if he showed up at his house —” I glanced over to the kitchen and remembered I’d set my phone on the counter when I grabbed the towel to wrap Gavin’s hand up in. “I bet Gavin went over there.”
Ashley looked at me, trying to process the load of information she’d just been given.
I picked up my phone and dialed Gavin’s number. I heard his phone going off in the living room.
Constance came walking through the hallway. Her hair was messy and mascara was smudged all under her eyes. Her hand was holding the side of her head and her eyes were still half closed. “Why are you running around out here? I’ve got a massive hangover, and thanks to you, I didn’t get good sleep.” Constance pointed at me. “You. Make entirely too much noise when you’re having sex. Is all that moaning really necessary? Damn, and when there’s other people in the house?” She plopped down on one of the barstools and slammed her head on the counter. “Does he have any Tylenol around here, or like some Lortab?”
Pointing down the hall, I said, “Go look in his bathroom. I brought some over the other day.” I placed my elbows on the counter and grabbed my head with my hands; I glanced down in the sink and saw the dent from Gavin’s fist. How hard did he punch it to leave a dent like that? I knew that if he found Dan he was going to do a lot worse to him than he’d done to that sink.
Constance huffed. “I don’t want to go rummaging through his bathroom.”
I let out a frustrated groan and went through his bedroom into the bathroom. Opening the cabinet, I pulled out a bottle of Ibuprofen. I found Constance standing in the middle of his bedroom, in awe as she gazed around the room.
I tossed the bottle to her. “There.”
She opened the bottle and dumped some pills out into her palm. Glancing over at the bed, she looked back at me with a smirk on her face.
Just as she opened her mouth to speak, I heard the garage door open. We both ran back out into the living room. The three of us were standing in the kitchen facing the door to the garage when Gavin opened the door.
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