Bitten (Blood Bonded Book 1)

by Chloe Grey

  “People are staring at me,” I muttered in between gritted teeth, my fingers immediately coming up to my neck, fingering my new collar like it was uncomfortable in some way.

  “So?”

  “They probably think I’m crazy wearing this thing.”

  “Woman wear chokers all the time. Yours looks exactly like one.”

  I grumbled under my breath and sipped my coffee.

  Dave handed me his frappuccino. “Mind if you sip mine? It would taste way better if the straw tastes like you.”

  I took his drink, still fingering my collar. I tugged on the ring attached to the front, the silver so cool against my skin. “Why do you even drink coffee if you hate it so much?”

  He gave me a lopsided shrug and accepted his drink back with a small smile. “You look great in it, love, really.”

  “I’m just glad you like it.”

  And I meant it. These days, I was thinking about Dave more than myself to be considered remotely healthy. If it pleased him for me to wear this thing, then I would be more than willing to compromise for him. And it really helped that the leather actually felt really nice and comfortable.

  Submission... I didn’t know how I felt about it. I had never been like this with my previous relationships. The power was always more or less equal, but it was different with Dave. I felt completely safe with him. I lost all sense of self when I was around him. And he had this... aura of authority. It radiated off him like a heat wave.

  The others must have felt it too. There had been no argument from me, nor anybody else, when he had stepped up to be the leader of our group. It just felt right to let him take control.

  And he was the hottest man alive. Dave could literally have any woman, ones that were much more attractive than I was. And yet, he chose me.

  Dave nudged me on the arm, bringing my attention back to him.

  “Hmm?”

  He cocked his chin towards the overweight man. “Tell me about him.”

  “What?” I started to turn back but stopped when he applied a little pressure on my wrist.

  “Close your eyes. Now, tell me about him.”

  I did, focusing all my senses towards him. Finally I let out a sigh, but still kept my eyes shut. “Not sure what you want me to say.”

  He gave me a few more seconds before talking. “He’s going to have a heart attack soon. Maybe not now. But in a year or so...”

  My eyes flew open, and I turned to look at the man. He was still staring at me.

  I looked back at Dave. “How do you know?”

  “His heart rate,” he said simply. “It’s abnormal, even for someone like him. And he just had sex two, maybe three days ago. I can still smell the...” He sniffed again. “Not sure what brand of perfume it is. But it’s nice. And he had stir-fried noodles with mayonnaise last night. I mean, who does that?”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. There are two scents on him. He—”

  “No, I mean is he really going to have a heart attack?”

  Dave let go on my wrist and leaned back on his seat. “Yes.”

  I raised a brow. “Shouldn’t we warn him?”

  He shrugged. “I wouldn’t bother. You can if you like.”

  “Asshole.”

  He raised his coffee cup in a cheer. “You too, since you’re not going to.”

  I blew out a breath and ran a finger through my hair, twirling the ends and gazing around the coffee chain, trying my hardest not to look at the dying man. My hair was actually behaving well today.

  That was when I realised the barista was still looking at Dave. The bitch had tried to make a move on him when we were ordering our drinks. As usual, Dave hadn’t seemed to pay much attention, but that clearly hadn’t stop her advances.

  Her gaze flitted to me, and I gave her the death stare. She frowned and finally looked away.

  I didn’t blame her though—except for the unnecessary flirting. Dressed in his signature black shirt that stretched over that incredible chest of his, and sporting dressy dark jeans, Dave looked like a sin.

  Dave raised a brow when I admired him for too long. “What?”

  I tilted my head. “Can I ask you something?”

  He raised his straw to his lips but didn’t answer. I pressed on. “It’s almost been a week. Where are my fangs?” I gave him a goofy smile, showing my disappointingly normal looking canines.

  He put down his drink and glanced outside the window, completely ignoring me. I scowled. Before I could complain, he looked back, his eyes hard. “Why do you want fangs?”

  I shrugged. “To be honest, they kinda look cool.”

  “No, they don’t.” Before I could argue, he leaned towards me, pressing a finger on my lips. “And to answer your question, we can grow our fangs and nails at will. Most vampires just prefer to have them grown out all the time.”

  “So... how do I pop them out?” I murmured against his finger. Having razor sharp nails would be pretty useful.

  “Let’s go to the park,” he said, finishing his coffee. “I have more exercises for you there.”

  I frowned at him. That was the most infuriating thing about David. Sometimes, he just completely ignored me. “I rather we exercise in bed.”

  In a flash, he was on me, a scorching hand on my neck, and a fiery hot breath over my ear. “Later,” he growled. And there it was. My willpower being sapped, broken into pieces. I dissolved into him. He claimed my mouth with searing possession, his teeth tugging on my lower lip. I hoped the barista was watching.

  I heard people pass by, but I didn’t care. In fact, I was proud. A living sex god’s lips on mine? Fuck yeah. I wanted the world to see. Any woman would do the same.

  Dave finally released me, running a thumb along my collar. I shivered.

  “Beautiful,” he mouthed before walking away with the confident grace I loved.

  MY BLOOD FROZE WHEN I saw the divine being standing in front of me.

  Dressed in all white and showcasing a figure worth worshipping.

  Then a sweet, angelic voice.

  “May I come in?”

  My grip on the door tightened, and I forced myself to steady my rampant breathing. It took a good fifteen seconds to finally form a reply, or a semblance of one. “You—why?”

  The angel frowned. It was then I noticed she had blue eyes too, not violet. Blue, and a shade lighter than Dave’s. If I hadn’t known she was a vampiress, there would have been no way to find out. That scared me. How many other hidden vampires were there? Without their cursed eyes, free to do their own bidding.

  “I need to see our Master. It’s urgent.”

  “He’s not my Master,” I said automatically, defensively.

  Her gaze flitted between my collar and me, her frown deepening.

  Just then, Dave appeared behind me, his hands coming to my hips, pulling me away to give her room to enter. “Amber? What are you doing here?”

  Amber started to open those exotic lips of hers, but Dave cut her off. “No. Come in first.”

  I tensed up as she brushed past me, her curly hair tickling my arm and her peach scented perfume invading my senses, flooding our living room.

  Why did he let her in? He should be sending her away! I felt hurt, betrayed. She was entering a place that Dave and I shared. Even though it wasn’t ours, it somehow felt sacred, our territory.

  I shot Dave a warning look, but he wasn’t paying any attention to me.

  “Close the door, Cass,” he said, with his back turned on me.

  I didn’t, and he glanced towards me, finally catching my look. Dave’s features softened and he turned back around to our uninvited guest.

  “Amber,” he began, and I scowled at the mere mention of her name. “Never mind. Let’s talk outside.”

  I thought that she would maybe argue or something—I would have—but she just nodded. I inched back and held my breath as she walked past me again.

  Dave stepped towards me, catching me by the waist and whispering hotly
in my ear. “I didn’t send her here.”

  I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to, but I believed him. There was no reason not to. I was just happy staying here, breathing in his delicious scent that was already forcefully overpowering hers.

  Dave’s chest expanded with a deep breath and he dropped his hand down, rubbing along my back then cupping my ass possessively. “I understand why you’re upset. Look, if it makes you feel any better, I won’t touch her. How about that?”

  I gave him the barest hint of a nod, and he leaned in to give me a light kiss before wrapping an arm around my waist and guiding me outside. The door closed behind us, locking automatically.

  Amber studied me, pursing those beautiful lips of hers. Lips no doubt better than mine. Lips fuller, tastier. Lips I knew for a fact Dave had kissed. “She’s very pretty, Master. I can see why you took a fancy to her.”

  “What is it, Amber?”

  She sighed, turning her attention back to Dave. “Tobias is here. You didn’t give me an order to return home, so I stayed. To keep a lookout for him.”

  Dave went silent, his gaze on her, but his thoughts far away.

  Amber took a cautious step forward. “Master, I can help. You know I can. We could—”

  “No. I can handle him myself.”

  “Master, I—”

  “Go home. Thank you for the info. Come back to me when the pain starts back up again.”

  She looked at Dave’s arm around me, then took another step forward, her lips coming forward for a kiss. Dave stopped her cold with a sharp command.

  “No.”

  She immediately retreated, looking dejected and hurt. I didn’t even feel bad for her. She walked away, her head held low and her angelic aura all but fading away.

  I WAS ON DAVE EVEN before the door slammed shut behind us, shoving him towards the wall and attacking him with my lips.

  “Jesus, Cass,” he murmured. “Are you okay?”

  I ground my hips against his, hoping he could feel how wet I already was. “You kept your promise.”

  “I did.”

  “You didn’t touch her.”

  “I didn’t.”

  I backed off, but only slightly. His perfect face still hovered inches from mine, the heat from his flesh radiating into me, teasing my own. “I want you to touch me.”

  His lips curved. “Where?”

  I took his wrist, placing his palm on my neck, then slowly lowering it until he could feel my heavy breasts. “Here.”

  His fingers curl inwards, squeezing them through my top. I moaned, closing my eyes, relishing every second, the pressure building in my core. Then I dragged his hand lower until he felt wetness. My panties were completely soaked, but my jeans only showed a tiny patch. “Here.”

  I pulled his hand away before he could do anything else. I was already unbelievably close, and a few more seconds of him there would definitely push me over the edge.

  I let him cup my ass once more. “Here.”

  Dave leaned in, closing the distance between us, his breathing heavy and uneven. “No, I will fuck you later.”

  “Now.”

  “I’m going to make another demand.”

  Damn him and his stupid demands. Hadn’t he already made enough?

  I sighed inwardly then looked at his piercing blues. “What is it?”

  “Take off your clothes first.”

  I shivered at the command, goosebumps prickling up on my nape. His tone... so firm and demanding. So sexy. Confidence that told me that I would always abide by him, that I was his, that there was no room in me for disobedience.

  I backed away and stripped off my white cotton shirt, then pulled down my jeans. He arched a brow when I stopped there.

  I gestured to his clothing. “Aren’t you going to undress too?”

  “Cass...”

  I sighed, peeling off the last of my garments, leaving me naked except for my leather collar. I wanted rough to-the-point sex, not the pleasurable torture he seemed to love forcing me to partake in.

  Whatever. If it got him inside me sooner or later, then I would just have to be patient.

  Dave circled me with slow easy strides, touching me everywhere that I had told him to. He came back around, leaning in and catching my lips, parting them with his scorching tongue. I let him in, sighing when he claimed what was his. I rolled my hips suggestively and he replied back, our bodies molding close together as he kissed me into bliss.

  Dave withdrew, trailing down his fingers behind my back until he reached my ass, cupping my left cheek firmly, possessively.

  He took a step back, his hand on mine, then guided us to the bedroom. I smiled, my heart doubling in pace. Did he change his mind?

  Dave grabbed a pillow, then gestured me to follow him as he headed towards the en suite bathroom.

  Of course not. Stupid wishful thinking.

  Dave stopped at the entrance, laying the pillow on the ground. “Kneel.”

  I thought I had heard him wrong. “What?”

  His husky voice was firm. “Kneel down here.”

  I stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was serious. Then I sighed. I had already obeyed pretty much every single one of his commands. I had already allowed myself to be collared, branded. I might as well embrace my new role. I eased towards him, then gently lowered myself until my knees hit the soft cushion.

  My gaze followed Dave as he squatted down. He was breathing hard. “Thank you,” he said, planting a kiss to my forehead.

  He was behind me now, and I felt my hair being gathered up, styling it how I had years ago: a simple ponytail. He tied my hair together with a rubber band. It stung, but Dave was very apologetic.

  Then his hands left me, as well as the ever comforting heat. I felt him standing up. I turned my head to confirm but stopped when he touched my cheeks. “No. Your gaze stays forward and down.”

  I did so, and he breathed me in deeply before exhaling his next command. “Hands flat on your thighs, Cass. Same deal. Don’t move them unless I tell you to.” I felt his palm brushing up against my back. “Back straight, shoulders back, chest up. Balance your weight on your hips. Good girl.”

  He circled to my front. I could only see his dark jeans, the rigid outline of his extremely obvious erection. I almost made the mistake of looking up. “This is the kneeling position. You’re going to use this a lot. So I would like you to practise the position regularly.”

  He squatted down again, lifting my chin up so that we were eyes to eyes. “Thank you for doing this.”

  I smiled back. “Of course.”

  “Many doms have their submissive learn a variety of positions. But I’m a simple man. This is the only position I require of you. When I say ‘kneel,’ drop everything you’re doing and immediately resume this exact position. But go down slowly, with grace. You will get used to it in time. Understand?”

  “Yes.”

  He leaned forward, tilting my chin toward him and claiming my lips. No tongue action. Just slow and sensual, light as a feather.

  “When we perform this play, I want you to be serious. You’re going to surrender all control to me, and in return, I will take care of you.” He paused. “Are you uncomfortable with what I am saying, love?”

  “No.”

  He nodded. “Okay, just wanted to be sure. Now I want you to pick a safe word. Do you know what a safe word is?”

  I nodded.

  “Pick a word, love.”

  I thought for a while, eventually settling on the sixth word that came into mind. I didn’t care about it too much. I doubted I would ever use it. I trusted Dave.

  “Mint.”

  He frowned, and I almost laughed. Clearly he had not been expecting it. “Mint?”

  “Yeah, my new favourite flavour.”

  “Okay, but if you want to change it, you can. Just tell me anytime.”

  “Okay.”

  “Now when we play, I require a few things.” His breathing was getting heavier, and his arousal was obviou
s through his jeans. “You will address me as ‘Sir’ during our play. Most of the time, all you will be saying is ‘No, Sir’ or ‘Yes, Sir. Do you understand?”

  I wasn’t surprised by this. This power play was very common in erotic novels and movies, though I never thought I would see it in action in real life. And I was the one saying it.

  I tried to nod, my heart tripling in pace, but his finger was blocking my chin.

  “Yes, Sir,” I said instead.

  “Good. But say it firmer. I want you to be proud.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He lips melded into a smile and he kissed my forehead, his free hand coming up and trailing across my collar, slipping inside the silver ring. He pulled it, and I went forward with the force. “Good girl. But I want you to know this. If you ever feel, at any time, that you’re uncomfortable with my commands or just uncomfortable at any point, you are required to speak up or say the safe word. Understand?”

  The pressure in my core was building up, fast. “Yes, Sir.”

  His lips came back to my neck, nibbling and kissing. I arched my neck, closing my eyes. “I don’t expect to ever punish you since you really are a good girl. But I will if you disobey me or break my rules. Do you understand?”

  I desperately wanted to know what the punishments were, but decided against asking. Now was probably not the time. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Are your knees hurting?”

  “No.”

  He arched a brow, giving a small jerk on my collar.

  “No, Sir,” I quickly replied.

  He let go off my chin and my collar. “Resume your position. Eyes kept down. Good girl.” I straightened my back before he could remind me of that too. “Stay like this until I explicitly say you can move. Understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “I don’t regret you, Cass,” he said before disappearing into the bathroom.

  FIVE MINUTES. TEN.

  Why was he taking so long? Isn’t that crazy brother of his coming to kill us? I’d rather have a quick fuck, then play along with this.

  But I stayed in my new position, eager to please him. I have never even kneeled before—only during blowjobs, and even then, very seldom. I’d always required an exchange, since I wasn’t a big fan of doing them. A blowjob from me in exchange for getting eaten out, or anything equivalent to that.