Bitten (Blood Bonded Book 1)

by Chloe Grey

  “Dave,” I said softly, gently. “Put me down.”

  He did, making me slide down his front slowly, letting me feel his wall of hard muscle—one inch at a time. I was sure he was doing it on purpose. I ignored the pressure building up down south and smiled.

  “Listen, if you don’t want to do this, then it’s fine. But I’m not going to get pregnant. I promise you that.” I kissed him and leaned back before I could get caught up in the moment. “Stay here. I will find the condoms.” I winked at him when he gave me a small nod, then strolled away, making sure he had a fine view of my ass.

  I found a bunch of condoms, neatly stacked in packets in one of the bathroom’s drawers. With one in hand, I backtracked my way to where I had left Dave, finding him sitting on the couch, completely nude now, stroking his erection absentmindedly.

  “Found it?”

  I showed him the packet, then tossed it when he gestured for it.

  He eyed the packet suspiciously.

  “It’s safe. Don’t worry.”

  He studied the packet for a few more seconds before settling his gaze on me. “Sorry for just now.”

  “It’s okay.” It was not, but I would forgive him for it sooner or later. I was not angry at him anymore anyway.

  “I’m just very possessive. I’m trying.”

  “Hey.” I plopped on the spot beside him, and rubbed his cheek with the back of one hand, then going down and tracing his to-die-for jawline. “I will never cheat on you.”

  “I know. But it still gets me.”

  “Here,” I gestured for the packet back. “Let me.”

  I tore the packet open and showed him the condom. “No holes.”

  He frowned. “You’re making me feel like an idiot here.”

  “A paranoid idiot. I had done this many times.”

  “I know.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him. I have never talked about my past relationships. “You know?”

  “I can hear everything in that house. Including all the sex going around.”

  “What?” I shouldn’t have been surprised. That thought had just never occurred to me. I imagined the emotions he might have felt when Logan and I were going at it. My tone grew softer. “Were you jealous then?”

  “Fuming. Had to leave the house every time you and... you know, then go to some bar to drink myself to death, or at least try to.”

  I touched his chest. “You should have told me, Dave.”

  “I know.”

  “Then you know that I haven’t had sex with Logan for more than six months. Our relationship was dying because my heart was with you the whole time.”

  “I’m glad,” he said, watching my hands as I rolled the condom over his length. I could practically feel the thick heat radiating off his arousal.

  He grabbed my wrist when I was halfway done. “Cass.”

  I shivered at my name. “Yes?”

  “Do you want me to use a condom?”

  “Yes.”

  “Look at me.”

  I looked at him.

  “Do you want me to use a condom.”

  I couldn’t lie. Not straight to his face. “No.”

  “Why?”

  I sighed. “I don’t fuck every guy I see. I only have sex when I’m sure I have a deep intimate connection with that special someone. And always with a condom. But you’re not a special someone. You’re the one.” I made sure to emphasize the last two words. “There will be nobody after you. I want to feel you, really feel you, and the condom takes that away.”

  “You have never fucked someone without a condom?”

  “No.”

  “Then why are you on the pill?”

  “Helps with cramps.”

  “But you want with me without?”

  “Yes.”

  “Roll the condom off.”

  I eyed him. “Dave...”

  “Do it.”

  “Dave, you—”

  “If you want it, I want it too. If you do get pregnant, then whatever right? We doom the entire human race. No big deal.”

  I laughed. “No big deal?”

  “Fuck everybody and anybody who isn't us, right?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “Take off the condom.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” he replied, his voice the most confident I had ever heard it. “Take it off.”

  I did, tossing it away, then looked back at him. “Scared?”

  “Terrified. But I’m firm on this. And I’m well aware that I sound like a virgin right now.”

  I giggled, settling over him, straddling him, my hands draping over his shoulders, my lips coming to his. “Don’t worry. I will take good care of you, Mr. Virgin.”

  “I should be on top.”

  I recalled the memory yesterday where he had fingered me. I had been completely under his control. “Let me take control this time. I know you probably hate it, but trust me.”

  I hoped he wouldn’t notice the ragged breaths in my confident tone. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe.

  “I trust you, love.” He ran a hand up my sides, then back down. “But I don’t want you to come without my permission. I’m firm on that.”

  “And if I disobey?”

  His eyes twinkled, and he pressed a thumb on my bottom lip. My lips parted. “Then I will punish you.”

  “Kinky.”

  “Deal?”

  Holy shit. His sex god voice was ruining me. Tearing me bit by bit. I didn’t resist. I let myself get ripped apart, exposing only to him.

  “Cass?”

  I was not going to come. At least, not until he was inside me. That would be so embarrassing, orgasming just by his voice alone.

  I refocused my attention back to my lover.

  “Yes,” I said, closing the remaining distance between our lips, tasting the minty goodness that I now couldn’t live without. “It’s a deal.”

  We held our lips together for what seemed like an eternity, our tongues sparring lightly, our breaths mingling.

  This man... I couldn’t live without him. He was everything to me, and I was sure he felt the same way. I had never believed in soulmates, but there was no denying this unique, unyielding connection—a spark that ignited between us ever since I set my eyes on him, and his on me. I was addicted, taken, possessed.

  Dave finally pulled back, biting down on my bottom lip as he did so, pulling out a low moan from my throat.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, eyeing my body, drinking all of me in.

  His thumb came down to my thigh, stroking its way inwards, then slowly circling, just inches away from my aching core.

  “Please, Dave,” I gasped. My sex ached, my nipples were tight and my whole body trembled with anticipation. Anymore teasing and I would break his only condition. “Take me now. Please.”

  His thumb left it's torturing, and I shifted my hips closer—so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his arousal into my soaking sex. I leaned closer so that we were nose to nose, his lips parting from a sharp exhale, and a gust of freshly minted aroma brushed past me, ticking my skin.

  “Take me,” I whispered urgently.

  Then he did. Oh god, he finally did.

  I almost wept from joy when he thrust forward, his thick cock burying into me. Maybe I did cry, I don’t know.

  “Christ, you’re so tight,” Dave said. “So fucking tight.”

  “I was saving myself for you,” I replied breathlessly between moans. “Always for y—oh my god. Oh my god.”

  I was being pulled closer as his hands wrapped around to cup my ass. Dave rolled his hips forward until he forcefully drove his way to the hilt. I moaned at the welcoming impact, Dave groaning, a delicious sound that was music to my ears.

  I must have been too loud because Dave stopped.

  “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?”

  I shook my head furiously, shifting my own hips against him, taking more of him into me, to further dee
pen our connection. “No. Don’t stop. Please.”

  He gave me a small nod then tilted his head, leaning down and claiming my lips. Dave withdrew his cock halfway, then thrust back in again. I moaned, and Dave swallowed it all, repeating his thrusts over and over and over. I arched into him, against him, desperate for the next hard pump. I was about to come. This was the worst possible torture. No, please. Don’t come. Don’t come.

  It was then I noticed that I was gripping his shoulders too tight, my nails digging into his flesh. I loosened my grip and ran my fingers over the nail marks I had left. A pang of guilt and excitement shot through me. I’d marked him, but it had probably been painful. He wasn’t complaining though.

  Dave pulled back from my lips and stared at me deep and hard.

  “You.Are.Mine.” He punctuated each word with a sharp thrust of his hips, jolting me backwards, every single movement being felt through every fibre of my body.

  I nodded at his words dumbly, my skin slick with sweat, my hair completely dishevelled.

  “Say it.”

  “I’m yours,’ I gasped, almost losing all my senses as he drove in another measured thrust. Everything was getting blurry.

  “Again.”

  “Dave, I’m going to—”

  “Again.”

  “I’m yours. I’m fucking yours.”

  “Good girl,” he said with a satisfied grin, upping his tempo, holding my eyes and fucking me in a brutal, unceasing rhythm.

  That was it. The straw that broke the camel’s back. I could feel his release pulsing inside of me. He’s almost there, I am closer. No. I am already there. I can’t take it anymore. I have to—

  “Come.”

  I tossed my head back, the explosion of pleasure rushing through me, seeping into my very bones, curling my toes inwards and making me scream his name out. I was sinking into a void of unending pleasure, and I didn’t want to get back up. Earth was hell. But that fantasy was cut short as Dave grabbed my head, yanking it forward to tackle my mouth once again, swallowing my wild screams and crazy promises.

  Dave came a second later, spurting delicious geysers into me, filling me up completely. It was everything that I’d fantasized, and more. The room was slipping, and I was floating away again, completely lost in the divine sensations, every single fibre in me numb with pleasure. I wanted more. I needed more.

  My inner muscles contracted and tightened around him, my walls clenching around his throbbing cock so impossibly tight, draining more of his hot seed.

  “Christ,” Dave gritted out, his voice deep and husky.

  Colors. Colors started forming back around us, painting the walls white, the furniture brown, all sorts of colors spreading everywhere. I was brought back from paradise into the present, the burning under my skin fading, my temperature going back to normal. It wasn’t a bad place to be, I decided, because Dave was here, with me. That’s all that mattered, and I would cherish every moment with him.

  He was still inside me, his forehead pressed against mine. “That was amazing.”

  “Very,” I agreed, shifting around on his lap to get into a more comfortable position.

  Dave started to get up, but I pushed him back down. “No. Don’t move.”

  His lips curved. “Yes, ma'am. But I really need to pee.”

  “Then pee later.”

  “How much later?”

  “Probably a hundred years from now,” I said, half serious.

  “We can do this later again, you know?”

  I draped my hands over his shoulders, trapping him. “How about now? Round two?”

  “Was I that good?”

  I kissed him sweetly. “I’m addicted already.”

  He ran his knuckles over my cheeks. “You’re always crying.”

  “This time it’s tears of joy.”

  “Thankfully.”

  “Mhmm.”

  He shifted, unknowingly pushing his cock into all the right places. “Cass, I really need to pee.”

  “Fine,” I huffed, getting off him, then gasping as his cock dragged along my most sensitive nerves.

  Dave stood up and picked up the discarded condom, pausing for a bit before making his way to the bathroom. He returned a moment later, still naked in all his glory. I eyed him suspiciously, trying to find any hints of regret, fear, worry, whatever, but he seemed fine.

  He plopped down next to me and wrapped an arm around my back, pulling me close. I obliged, leaning happily into his caress.

  I nudged him softly. “Do you regret this?”

  “I’m still riding the high of finally having sex after two years, and with the woman of my dreams. Ask me that later.”

  “I still can’t believe you withheld that long. The number of women that want to get into your pants on a daily basis...”

  He shrugged, and I moved with it. “I like to think I have good self-control. That, and masturbating three times daily helps a lot.”

  I raised a brow. “That much?”

  “Yes.”

  “If you want help, you can... you know...”

  He smiled lightly, nuzzling me closer. “I will be sure to keep that in mind. You’re actually pretty good with your hands."

  A beautiful silence. Just me and him. It was perfect, our bodies still pressed close together, his exotic taste still on my lips, and my sex still filled with him.

  Dave cleared his throat nervously.

  I turned to look at him, my cheeks on his strong shoulders. “What is it?”

  “How many times do you masturbate?”

  “A couple times a week,” I said without pause. And only thinking about you, I added silently. He didn’t need to be nervous. I was willing to share anything with him. I mean, we had just fucked.

  He cleared his throat again. “Do you like it?”

  “Dave,” I said, my tone flat. “Get to the point.”

  He sighed. “I know this is stupid and very unnecessary, but I don’t want you to pleasure yourself anymore. Not alone, anyway.”

  “Why?”

  “I really meant what I said. You are mine. Body and soul. Your orgasms belong to me. I don’t want you coming without my permission.”

  I ran my fingers along his jawline. “Did you do this with all your previous partners?”

  “Yes.”

  “And they accepted?”

  “They knew what they were getting into, so they expected it.”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay?”

  I shrugged. “No big deal. I’m starting to understand this whole dominance thing. It’s probably a good thing anyway since I will just get more hornier for you.”

  He kissed my temple. “Thank you.”

  “Is that your only demand, Sir?”

  “Yes,” he said, burying himself into my messy hair and inhaling deeply. “For now.”

  Chapter 16

  -Cassandra-

  I woke up to bright sunlight streaming down my face. I squinted my eyes. God dammit. I really hated it when that happened.

  But it wasn’t just the annoying sun that had woken me up. Dave was on his feet, getting dressed. I was still stark naked.

  “Where are you going?” I muttered groggily.

  “Somewhere,” he replied, smiling when he saw me, then bending down for a kiss. Mhmm fresh mintiness.

  “I love you,” I said against his lips.

  He froze then pulled back, blinking dumbly at me. Then he straightened, coughing into his fist. “Uh, yeah. You know... me too...”

  I giggled. “You’re such a dummy.”

  His smile widened, and he zipped his jeans up. “I will be back in a few hours.”

  “Dave,” I said when he was halfway out.

  He turned back. “Yeah?”

  “Have you tried anal before?”

  A pause. “Yes...”

  “Want to try it on me?”

  “Have you tried anal?”

  “No.”

  “Mhmm,” he said, catching my drift. “Yeah, sure.”r />
  He turned towards the door again.

  “Dave?”

  He looked at me.

  “Did you regret it?”

  I knew he didn’t regret it, but I needed to hear audio confirmation. Just to get that sweet satisfaction and that gratifying high.

  He turned back around, and a few seconds later, I heard the front door click.

  Asshole.

  I laid down on my bed and sighed happily. Life was perfect. When had I ever been this happy? I had lost Logan, Fletcher, my brother, but I had the man of my dreams. Though I hadn’t really lost them. I would visit them sooner or later, explain everything. They would understand, sooner or later, at least. But for now, I was more than content with Dave.

  If we were the only two people—vampires—left in the world, that would honestly be fine by me. Fuck everybody else. I had already sacrificed so much, and in the end, it wasn’t worth it. I would rather try to achieve a happy ending now, sharing it with the man I couldn’t live without, worshipping those beautiful, divine lips of his. Addiction was bad, but I was convinced Dave was the sole exception.

  I couldn’t go back to sleep, not with Dave’s scent all over the bed, making my heart throb from premature loss.

  I laughed. It had only been ten minutes and I was already desperate for him. Come to think of it, we had been inseparable these past few days, and not having him by my side now felt... weird. Like a huge piece of my soul was missing.

  I grudgingly got up and texted Dave a simple ‘Missing you,’ before heading into the bathroom to do my daily rituals. An hour of submerging myself in a hot tub later, I groaned.

  Fuck, this was boring. I checked my phone again for the millionth time, frowning when he hadn’t texted me back.

  I texted ‘Still missing you,’ before dumping the phone on the bed and heading into the living room, feeling like one of those crazy, clingy girlfriends.

  Usually I would be on my phone, browsing social media and the like, but I wasn’t feeling up to it right now. Instead, I picked up the room phone, dialed the front desk, and ordered breakfast.