Bond Deeper Than Blood

“I know I’ve wronged you.” I lean my forehead against hers. “I want to make it all right.”

She clutches the lapels of my jacket. “Laurent, you didn’t wrong me. You were a victim. If anything, you saved me. You saved me long before those vampires showed up just by being you.” Her eyes water as they meet mine. “I adored you. So badly I wanted to be yours.”

“You are mine.” I lean forward, dropping a kiss to her lips. “All mine.”

“Back then, I wanted you to be my father.” She sighs. “Now, I want you in other ways. It’s all fucked up and if anyone finds out, like Jude, I’m so screwed.”

“Your boss?” I growl, my chest tightening with jealousy.

“And friend. He’s like a brother to me.”

“It’ll be our secret then. I’ll have you however I can get you.” I kiss her again and again and again and—

“You’re kissing Mommy! Are you getting married? Are you going to be my dad?”

Castilla and I fly apart, caught in the act by Mercy. The little girl has her hands on her hips, eyes bright with hope and a smile on her cute face. Castilla’s face is bright red.

“We’ll talk about it another day,” Castilla evades. “Into bed, miss. It’s late.”

Castilla tucks Mercy in and then sits beside her. They both look at me in an expectant way. Waiting. So hopeful and excited. My heart threatens to burst.

I need my guitar.

Beck brought one home recently when I revealed my love for music. Without considering what I’m doing, I teleport home, grab my guitar, and teleport back before their next breath. Mercy squeals with delight while Castilla shakes her head. She’s smiling, so she’s not too angry with me.

“There’s music in everything, Mercy,” I explain as I strum my guitar. “You just have to listen for it.”

I spend the next half hour singing everything from nursery rhymes to songs I made up for Castilla until Mercy falls asleep. Leaning the instrument against the dresser, I hold a hand out for Castilla. Without hesitation, she takes it.

I walk her back to her bedroom and close the door behind us. Nerves flicker in her gaze, but she waits for me to make the next move. Gently, I unbutton her vest and pull it down her arms. It falls to the floor with a heavy thud since her stakes are inside. She raises her arms so I can pull off her black tank top. Her tits jiggle with each nervous breath she takes. I cup them both and dip down to kiss her.

“So beautiful and mine,” I murmur as I pull down the cups of her bra. Her breath hitches when my thumbs caress her nipples. “Say it, Castilla.”

“Yours.”

I grin against her lips as I unhook her bra. Once it falls to the ground, I make quick work of her leather pants. She looks hot as fuck in them, but I need her naked. Her palm presses to my chest, pushing me back as she pulls off her boots, pants, and socks. Standing in just her black panties, she waits for me to undress. My moves are quick and jerky as I yank off every offending piece of clothing. Her brown eyes darken as she drinks in my naked form. I grip my cock and stroke it, loving the way her eyes latch onto the movement.

“You forgot something,” I murmur, stepping close to her so I can cup her pussy over her panties. “Or maybe you forgot it on purpose.”

“Maybe,” she breathes.

I push the fabric away to tease her clit with my finger. She moans, grabbing my shoulders to hold on. Each time I bring her near her orgasm with just my fingertip, I pull away so I can enter her body with it.

“Please,” she begs. “I need you.”

“I want you coming around my cock,” I growl. “Not a second before.”

“Then fuck me already.”

She cries out when I shred her panties, leaving her bare. I take her to the edge of pleasure once more but pull away at the last minute. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I pick her up and prowl over the bed with her in my arms. Once I have her settled, I wrench her thighs apart and tease her with my cock, never entering her.

I was adamant about feeding before I came tonight, but it doesn’t stop the intense craving to suck her dry. But, as Beck reminded me, I’ve grown stronger lately. I can control those urges.

“Bite me, Laurent.”

Except when she says that.

Fuck.

“Castilla,” I warn. “You test me, woman.”

“You won’t let me die. Do it.”

I push my cock inside of her, loving the way it squeezes the hell out of me. With a hard thrust, I bury my dick deep inside her. Slowly, I fuck into this woman, desperate to make her forever mine.