My head persisted in cuddling into his neck, basking in the after haze. My fingers clutched his expensive suit. The three-piece outfit had my heart aflutter. He was always so impeccably dressed, while I was always in something more comfortable or relaxed. He never seemed to mind, his gaze continuing to bore into my soul.
“I said you are my beloved, Christine,” those velvet words left his lips. His hand caressed my now tangled hair, the mist of sweat being pushed away by his warmed hand. My mouth hung open, unable to move until he tilted my chin with his fingers. “Do you understand what that means?”
Speaking is out the window. No snarky comment, no anger, just awe. Sebastian said I am his mate. It’s a dream. It has to be a dream. There is no way this is real.
“I can’t be,” I whispered, the music’s bass thrumming through the small, dank closet. The couch had to be years old, dust continuing to fly through the air when he had plopped us down in his attempt to relax me further.
“You, you had one…” As hurtful as it sounded, it was the truth. Sebastian had a soulmate, and it wasn’t me.
Sebastian smiled, his fangs much more extensive than they usually were. Drips of I am assuming venom of the metallic silver variety leaked on his lips. “Sometimes the goddess gives out second chances, Christine.” His fingers trailed my cheek, my lip, pulling it from my teeth. “And I have been blessed with you, my beautiful little human.”
My breath that had ceased now picked up, my grip becoming impossibly tighter. “But how do you know? What if it is a mistake?” Sebastian chuckled seductively.
Can that really be a thing? To chuckle and to be sexy about it?
“Yes, it is a thing. I knew it the moment I looked into your eyes.” I shook my head, that was days ago, and I was a grade A bitch toward him.
“Impossible,” I stated. “I didn’t feel anything when I saw you.” Sebastian tilted his head in amusement.
“You do know vampires can smell arousal, and you, my beloved, were turned on by me even if your mind was trying to deny those feelings.” I gasped in disbelief. How many times have I been turned on by the thought of him? In Pamela’s coffee shop?
Sebastian leaned in, whispering in my ear, “Even if your mind was trying to tell you, you had no attraction to me.” I puffed, pushing him away.
“That can’t be the only way to know,” I snapped. The post-orgasm faded, only the freaking squirts left in my pussy that were continuing to leak still stayed. I was mad, infuriated even, but of course, my body had to lie.
“It is true,” he said darkly. “These touches”—he took his claw, raking it up my arm—“you feel them more deeply than with any other man.” He growled. “The fire, the electricity, whatever you want to call it, will thrum you clit so passionately as I touch you. Even now, your body craves me just as I do you.” I bit the inside of my cheek too hard, drawing blood.
Shit.
Sebastian’s eyes widened, his nose flaring as I tried to keep the blood rushing from my mouth. Biting a cheek could even be deadly to me, and here I was being so careless. Before I had time to explain myself, he had already stuck his tongue straight into my mouth. His hand buried behind my head, pulling at my hair tightly. Groaning, he licked the inside of my cheek. A sweet-tasting concoction of not just his spit but possibly the venom that leaked from his fangs filled my mouth.
It tastes so damn good.
It was warm, reminding me of an expensive brandy as it slowly coated my throat. His fingers trailed my neck, his hand grasping it as I gulped down the continued leaking of venom. It warmed me and filled my belly until lust filled me again.
“Don’t bite so hard in that pretty little mouth.” He broke away. “Next time, I’ll let it bleed until I have my fill.” My legs grasped together, his smirk growing wider until it reached a smile. “So, do you believe me, Christine? Please tell me you feel it too.” The seductiveness left him. Now the desperation filled his voice.
This bond everyone talks about. Did I feel it? Surely it can’t be by touch and sight. There would have to be more. How could he be sure?
Sebastian read my mind as he spoke. “Humans may not be able to reach inside the soul as we can, but the touch, the undoubted desire to be pulled into my embrace, has been there, has it not?” Sebastian pulled the hair he had wrapped around his fingers, giving him the perfect view of my neck. He eyed it lustfully, his throat swallowing his spit and venom.
A few short weeks of being disgusted by the fact that humans let this sort of thing occur, to be drunk from, had me doubt myself once I met Sebastian. Maybe there was something to us both because I wanted nothing more for him to sink his teeth into me. Feel him groan into my neck, blood leaving my body to feed him.
My walls fluttered with excitement thinking about making love to him while he did it.
“I certainly let you in quicker than anyone,” I whispered. Sebastian’s arm went around my leg, having me straddle against him. His erection sat next to my pussy, pulling me closer to feel his length. My fingers gripped his shoulders to keep myself steady. With my skirt rising, I ground into him.
I was so damn exposed, and I felt empowered by it. If I was with Wyatt, I would have felt shy, fearful of what someone might think of me naked. He gave me an uneasy feeling, which I later realized I wasn’t made for him. I was made for Sebastian. I was meant to be here, in Sebastian’s arms.
If he isn’t careful, he is going to get my slick all over him.
“The bond is both a blessing and a curse.” He trailed his nose up my neck. I shivered to feel the delicate touches of his nose skimming my skin. “It helps us find one another, a pull that supernaturals follow. Your smell, your sweet smell, pulls me in your direction. The glimmer of your skin has my body twitching with excitement to claim you. My heart.” He took my hand, placing it on his chest. “My heart began beating once I found you.”
The dull thumps in his chest felt familiar. Like I had known this vampire all my life. Sebastian took my other hand, placing it on my own bare chest.
Shit, my titties are still out.
Sebastian’s vision didn’t leave me, making sure that I kept my entire thought on him. “Our hearts beat to the same rhythm, Christine. That is how I am 100 percent sure that you are indeed my beloved.”