A grin curls the corners of my mouth. I raise an eyebrow at him, wondering if he’s up for another round already. I am, for sure. We don’t need time to recover, like humans do. Vampires can get hard all the time, such a nice little perk of immortality.
“It will make you heal faster—” Jacob rolls his eyes, as if he’d just read my mind. “Abby and Cody are coming over in half an hour, and we can’t have them seeing you like this.”
I pull him down for a deep, slow kiss, which I know now is his favorite kind. My fingers run down his arms, tracing the slight embossment of the ink on his skin, feeling him bristle under my touch. The way he reacts to me is like a drug I’m beginning to get addicted to. I love how he groans into my mouth and pulls me closer like he can’t get enough. It makes me feel powerful, and that’s something I can certainly get off on.
My lips make their way down his face, leaving soft kisses on his chin and jaw. I lick the side of his neck while I dig my fingers into his soft hair. Jacob sighs and melts in my hands, his thighs pressed tightly against me, his dick already hardening again. I can’t help but smile as I keep running my tongue over the area I’m going to sink my fangs into.
“Jesus, honey . . .” Jacob moans as he grabs the back of my head. “I’m gonna have to fuck you again if you keep doing that.”
Yes, darling. Go feral for me . . .
I definitely have too much power over him. Cute. I extend my fangs and bite his neck gently, not wanting to make it hurt. He can consider it a present for fucking me hard enough earlier. If he keeps pleasing me, I’ll keep giving him what he wants.
As soon as his blood hits my tongue, I forget what I was even thinking. It makes my entire body tingle as it slides down my throat, burning its way through me. However, something else happens this time. Something I’m not expecting at all.
Images flash into my mind, bright and clear. Almost as if they were . . . memories. But they aren’t mine. I’m swallowed by them, to the point that I’m experiencing them firsthand.
A dark-haired woman sits on the end of a bed, in a place that looks like a fancy hotel room. Everything in it is strange, though. Like the flat-screen TV that is bulky and . . . ugly as fuck.The music video playing on it is something I’ve definitely seen before, “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers. But it’s muted, no sound comes from the speakers.
Everything looks like I’ve travelled back in time a few decades, to a period I don’t remember because I was too young. The room smells heavily of something sweetly intoxicating, and my eyes can’t seem to stay away from the beautiful woman in front of me.
She’s wearing a silky black robe that her hands slowly pull over her shoulders. Her green eyes seem to blink in slow motion as she stares right into my soul. She’s stunning, almost perfect, like a Hollywood star. The kind of beauty that is so extraordinary, it can’t be found often. My experience with women is still very sparse, but this one I’d definitely fuck. There’s something strangely alluring about her, kind of irresistible.
“Come here, Jacob,”she whispers.
Jacob?
The robe finally slides down her arms and hangs from the belt tied around her small waist, revealing her naked breasts. My heart is pounding in my chest, my body completely foreign. I lick my lips as I stare at her, trying to fight the urge to jump on her like an animal in heat.
She spreads her legs, a seductive smile curling her lips when my eyes linger on her silky, pink core. Her sweet scent overwhelms me, and she has a pull on me that is almost magnetic. Like I’d do anything for her.
I gently climb onto the bed, her smile widening as I get closer and closer, until our lips meet in a slow kiss. She’s warm, so damn warm. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, fingernails scratching my back playfully. Her wet core rubs against my thigh, almost burning hot. A deep groan climbs up my throat, my voice much deeper than I expected.
The sensations dissolve and disintegrate as I’m pushed away from Jacob’s neck, but the phantom feeling of her skin against mine remains. I gasp for air, stumbling until my back meets the wall. Small shocks of pleasure run through me as the powerful blood makes its way through my veins.
“What the fuck?” I wipe away the burning drops that remain on my lips. “What was that?”
Jacob stares at me with tears in his eyes and a hand covering the side of his neck. Why is he crying? Did I do something wrong? My lips tremble as I try to understand what the hell is going on.
“That was my maker . . .” he whispers, with a sad smile.
“How did that happen?”
“I’m sorry, honey.” Jacob fights the tears in his eyes and swallows hard. “I didn’t mean to push you away—I didn’t think she’d be in my mind again.”
“What did I do?” I suddenly feel guilty. Which I never do. It’s like whatever came with Jacob’s blood shifted my feelings. I’m overtaken by a lot of emotions I don’t understand.
“Nothing—” He closes the distance between us to caresses my cheek. “You didn’t do anything, honey. It’s my fault. I was thinking of her and the memory slipped away.”
“Was that one of your memories? It felt so . . . real.”
“Yes, I know. We can share a lot of things with each other like that . . .” Jacob closes his eyes and leans forward to press his forehead against mine. A lonely tear slides down his face as he takes in a deep, ragged breath. “I’m really sorry, Damien.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to think I’m dreaming of someone else when I’m with you.”
“But you were.” My words aren’t bitter. I can’t seem to get angry at him when he looks so vulnerable, almost . . . broken. My heart skips a beat, painfully so.
