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“Bite me!”
What am I doing!
I couldn’t help it.
I needed the pain, the meeting of pleasure and the agony of blood being drawn because Jacob had seen me at my most vulnerable. He had brought out a side of me I wanted so desperately to be the real thing. A part of me I would give anything to have as all that I am instead of being a demon in a human disguise. So, my demon was fighting back at the worst time and, in the worst way, demanding pain when all I wanted was the pleasure.
Jacob bit lightly at first, increasing in pleasure when I demanded, “More!”and twisted my fingers into his hair. I snarled as he broke the skin. He shifted, unsure if he had hurt me, but I kept my grip on the back of his head and held him there, muttering, “Yes…”
With another few harsh thrusts, Jacob cried out. I felt him near his peak, and I removed my hand from his hip long enough to pump his cock a few times until his cum shot up against his abs as I held him close to me. Jacob continued to moan as he trembled through his orgasm.
I was so close, and with a few final thrusts, I came, gripping his hips and hair harder than I would have liked and made him whimper as I released inside his tight ass.
As I came down from my orgasm, Jacob’s tongue touched the droplets of blood on my neck, and I squeezed my eyes shut in panic as the yellow of my natural eyes took over, and a growl shuddered through my chest. My mind’s eye flashed an image of Tate, his face as clear as I could remember seeing in a long time.
Only this wasn’t a memory.
This was present day.
I was seeing him as he was now, at the exact moment that Jacob tasted my blood and started the first stage of bonding. The act that I had sworn never to take again, and in a moment of weakness, I had let my demon take over more than I should, more than I had in years, as it demanded a connection caused by a confusion of feelings within me. A mixture of my human feelings and experiencing things I had long thought I wasn’t capable of, and my demon demanded something closer, something more instinctual.
A bond.
To possess.
To claim.
When my blood hit Jacob’s tongue, when he swallowed and it spilled into his body, fusing with his blood and marking him as mine, Tate felt it. As my severed partner, there were remnants of a connection that I would never be able to get rid of.
And at that moment, Tate knew where I was, who I was with, and what we were doing.
He knew about Jacob.
Heknew.
Jacob was affectionate after, and I cared for him, holding him close as he sighed with contentment. I blinked rapidly until I knew my eyes were clear of all signs of yellow before returning his warm gaze, and it was hard not to smile at the way he looked at me. Until it hit me that I didn’t deserve to be looked at like that and didn’t deserve his affection.
He didn’t even know what we’d done, whatI’ddone.
There was a moment of concern when Jacob touched his fingertips to the blood on my neck, wiping it away with such tenderness I almost snatched at his hand to keep him from touching me.
What the fuck was wrong with me? I had tried so hard for so long not to get too close to anyone, and in a moment of absolute weakness, I had started a fucking bond.
It wasn’t done—the bond was only complete if we repeated the act.
I couldn’t let that happen. If I did it once, I couldn’t trust myself to be strong enough not to do it again. Jacob wouldn’t notice any difference this time—any behavioral or physical changes wouldn’t occur until after the bonding was complete. I could stop seeing Jacob, push him out of my life and heart, and he would be safer away from me.
After a shower together, where I took my time to soap up and wash Jacob, knowing it would be the last time I got to touch him, we went to bed. He was asleep quickly, nestling into me and wrapping an arm around my chest as I held him close to me. I ignored the stinging pain from the weight of his arm on my chest wound under the dressing. If anything, I deserved it.
Sleep didn’t come as quickly for me, and the silence of the night haunted me, left only with my thoughts, reminding me I had once again destroyed an innocent life.
The door to my ground-floor apartment crashed open, and I looked up from the plans spread across my home office desk. I’d only been on Earth a handful of years, and my business was new, having just finished the education I needed to move forward.
Standing on shaky legs, I averted my gaze from the front door for as long as I could. I knew he would get angry if I didn’t look at him, but there was no fear of physical aggression. I was a demon, and Tate, despite being bonded, was only human, and his strength was no match for mine.
When I raised my gaze to his, I immediately took a step back.
“Thomas…”
