He nodded. “I know. And they’re not just young and foolish, they’re also dangerous in their power. They want to win at any cost. They’re reading old, long-forgotten prophecies that are best left that way. I think they want us all dead.”
“I might have to kill them. All of them.” I hated to say it, but I couldn’t think of another solution. Vampires very rarely killed other vampires. We had few rules when it came to death, but that was a pretty big one.
With a brush of his thumbs over my cheeks, he nodded. “I’ll do it, then. Not you.”
Caesar wasn’t a killer. Only during the frenzy did he really ever lose control. He would hate to do it consciously. “No, you won’t.”
It might not be me, but it wouldn’t be him. I offered my neck, turning so he could see my pulse. “Feed. You need it.”
He ran his nose over the spot before he placed his teeth there, grazing but not biting. He liked to prolong the moment. “You need to feed, too.”
Not like he did. “I will after you.”
“Here?” He and I both knew what would happen to us when we fed. It did every time, with all of them—just part of being soulmates. Every vampire could have the same kind of happiness, if only they didn’t want power more, which meant changing things. No more seeking lives of quiet love, feeding off each other, of keeping the human lives lost at a minimum. What I had should always have been the goal, so why had it changed?
I nodded. Let others see it. I wasn’t shy. I never had been. “Feed on me right here.”
“Yes, my love.”
* * *
I woke up as the sun was setting. Blinking, I looked around.Did I sleep through an entire day?Sure enough, the clock on my phone—which, thankfully, had not been left in the bathroom—said it was just after six in the afternoon.I slept all day. Not only that, I’d done it next to a still-sleeping vampire.
Clearly, I was fired. I couldn’t even blame them. I would have to find another job.
Caesar shifted on the bed, waking. Vampires slept still, like they were dead, and then came to alertness instantly. I’d seen it, unfortunately, on several occasions while cleaning. I’d also ended up being their breakfast.
This seemed different.Is he dreaming?I scooted closer, a haze taking over my good sense. Instinct curled me closer to him, and my body throbbed with the need to give into it.
I dreamed about something…I couldn’t remember it, but it was there, like a lost memory. I tilted my neck, our bodies flush against each other. “Caesar, feed.”
He shifted, his nose coming down to my neck, as if he intended to breathe me in. Familiarity was a strange companion to the moment.We never did this before… did we?
“Maci,” his voice was low. He nipped at my neck a second before he bit down fully. My body came alive. I closed my eyes, the fog continuing to push down my reservations. I could fight it. There was a moment where, if I wanted to, I’d send it flying away. I decided in that moment that my good sense could go somewhere else until later.
I wanted Caesar.
Molten heat traveled through my body. My breasts ached a second before my nipples pebbled. It didn’t stop there. A bundle of nerves in my core started to throb. I had to find relief. Between us, I dropped my hand, brushing the tip of his very hard cock when I did. I pushed my own pants aside, then my underwear, and easily pressed against my clit.
Caesar knocked my hand aside. With a grunt, he replaced it with his own. I cried out.This is a new touch. An invited one, but not something I’d ever experienced before.Only my own fingers up until now. His were rougher, callused, and I cried out. The extra sensations were exactly what I needed. I dropped my hand, this time unzipping his pants. It took a strong tug to get his pants off, made harder by the fact that I ground against his fingers.He is using two now.
His mouth pulled back and he licked my wound closed. He sighed against my ear in the same moment that I took his cock in my hand. Although I’d never done it before, it didn’t mean I didn’t understand how. I squeezed his tip and his sigh turned into a moan.
We moved together. He stroked, and I ran my hand down the large length of him. “Caesar.”
“Maci.” His voice was low as he palmed my breast under my shirt. “I want your clothes off.”
I wanted his off, too. Each piece of clothing removed from each other was a moment either of us could have called it off, but soon we were both naked. He was still a vampire. I just flat-out didn’t want to, and he must have felt the same, so why was this happening? I didn’t know, but I gave into it since it had been given to us.
Caesar was hard, huge, and I had no doubt there were parts of the moment that would be filled with discomfort, yet I still ached for him inside of me.
He slipped a finger back into my pussy. “You’re so wet for me.”
I had never done this before, and I didn’t think he had either, not even when he’d been human. I gave him a long stroke, and he closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against mine. “Why does this feel the way it does?” he rasped.
Like we’d both come home to something? I really had no idea. We only had questions. Right then, I wanted to feel, not think.
“Inside. If you want.” I didn’t want to presume, but I wanted to let him know I wanted him.