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“No one eats energy in my family.”

“Bullshit. Every energist eats energy. If done properly, you can rid a human of their negative emotions. It can be a mutually beneficial relationship, but it’s too late for you to move into that type of relationship. I’ve never seen an energist so separated from their human form like I see in you. It’s fascinating.”

She hissed, rearing back, and she shot forward, trying to break through his wall.

NO!

That male roar again, speaking from inside of him this time.

I/she was slammed back, retracting as if I’d been burned.

“Your kind used to be used as sexual servants. They would be starved until they didn’t care who they fed on. They could be used for days and days, and if properly handled, they could reach a high that they’d never want to come down from.”

This was the warning I always knew could happen to my kind. I’d seen it happen. An uncle who never came home. A cousin who was whisked off by a vampire lord and we never heard from her again.

A shudder went through me, dampening some of the hold my creature had on me.

But she was still whispering in my head, Please, please, please. I knew he could hear her. She was speaking to him.

It was working.

He began looking over me, from head to toe, and I felt the same caresses that had happened when I touched his energy. They began again, touching the base of my spine. I gasped, pleasure coursing through me. They touched again, on the inside of my thigh, and I mewled in desire.

That felt so good.

What are you going to do with me?

Give in to me, I added in my head.

A tsking came from him, and it was mocking. If I give in to you, you will be addicted to me. You’ll follow me wherever I may go. The need will be too powerful for you to fight, and you’ll eventually die because you would have starved yourself. It would be my energy or no energy, and yes, this has happened to others of your kind. I had two energist lovers two centuries ago. Once I had my fill of them, they shriveled up and withered away because they wouldn’t touch another unless it was me.

My word. Ego, much?

He continued to watch me, but I felt his surprise, and his amusement. Even that seemed to surprise him.

“I’ve never had one of you be this starved and give me sass at the same time. Perhaps your human is strong inside of you.”

I stopped listening to him.

I needed to get back in control.

Images of him letting me loose on someone I didn’t want to be with horrified me.

I knew where this would go. I’d start eating their energy, but it would turn sexual and there was no one I wanted to be intimate with. Not like this. That would haunt me if he turned me on someone else…yet eating solely on his energy sounded completely out of the picture.

Though, I still wanted to, and just the thought was making me ache for him, but I was blaming those raging hormones on what he said. A starved creature was inside of me.

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

I’d never been helpless to my monster.

It was something I prided myself on.

Nikki had been at times. She gave into her demon and there’d been a few nights when we had to do something that we’d been ashamed about. It’s what happened when you were one of us. There were slip ups.

Except me. I never slipped up, but watching him, panting for him, feeling those same caresses from him all over my body, I could see it happening. My power wanted his power. That’s what was going on. She was begging for it, and he was starting to give in. I could feel the weakening inside of him.

I was in there, inside of him. That realization hit me.

It shocked me.

No one’s been in your head, have they?

His eyelids started to drop, but at my voice, his gaze shot back to mine. I saw his alarm, but I also felt it too.

I was right. I was in there, and no one had been in there.

You are indeed more powerful than I thought.

Please, a whispered plea in my head. It came from deep within me, but again, I didn’t know what I was asking for. It felt stronger, more focused, more important. It wasn’t sexual and it wasn’t hungry. There was more happening here, and none of it was making sense to me.

So many emotions and vibrations were swimming around us in the back of his vehicle.

A break inside of him. A small crack, and I felt some of his resistance crumble.

I slipped inside, and he was there, waiting for me.

He wrapped me up, holding me in the air.


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