Page 53 of Saving Her Vampire

“Yes, Bash,” she whimpers.

“Things are different now,” I growl. “You are mine. This pussy is mine. I will fuck it whenever I want. Whenever your pussy is hungry, I will feed it.”

“Jesus, Bash,” she groans.

She’s on the edge, so I give her more. I thrust, grind, and pump. I slide my finger down to swirl on her clit. “Do you agree? Do you want to be mine?”

“Yes, Bash,” she agrees.

“I’m not going to turn you yet. But that doesn’t make you any less mine,” I say. Sparks are shooting down my spine, telling me I’m close, too. “Come, Marie. Take my come inside you.”

Her pussy clamps down on me as she comes. I easily slide my fangs inside her tit, sucking greedily, drinking her sweet blood as I flood her pussy. I groan as I feel her come again from my bite.

I sigh when I release her and lick around the bite marks. I can easily heal them, but I want to leave them as long as possible. Seeing my mark on her skin is so satisfying. I want to stay connected to her forever.

“Bash, that was amazing,” she murmurs. Her head fell to my shoulder. Her body locked tight to me, content to stay.

“You are amazing,” I say. “I want to stay right here. That meant so much to me, baby,” I say.

“I know it took a lot for you to let me touch you,” she says hesitantly.

“I love your touch. You beat back the memories, replacing them with new ones,” I say as I reluctantly pull out.

“You say such sweet things,” she says, shaking her head. “It’s going to take me time to get used to it.

“I only say sweet things to you,” I say dryly. I cup her cheek, “My turn to wash you.”

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I lay staring at the ceiling, Marie tucked tight to my side, her even breaths bathing my chest. Her leg is thrown over mine, and her arm is snug across my stomach. She dropped into sleep quickly after I took special care to make sure she was clean.

I’m falling deeper and deeper under her spell. I was determined to be her mate but leave my emotions locked away. I didn’t think I could love anyone. Sure, Ryker is like a brother, and I love him, but I don’t tell him. I know he knows how I feel. Right? Meeting Marie has made me question everything. She has shown me the meaning of the word love.

Do I love her? When I thought something had happened to her, I felt rage like nothing I’ve felt before. I was prepared to kill for her. Was that love?

My mom showed me love initially, but I was too young, and I don’t remember how it felt. I respected her and what she had to go through. I felt guilty for leaving her with a monster. Over time the image of her has faded, and so have my feelings for her. I don’t ache from her loss anymore. I wished it would have ended differently, but it’s useless to wish. I think about my father more frequently than her. Probably because of the reminders he left on my body and mind. Why does the bad stick with you longer?

I close my eyes and consciously bring my mother's face to mind. It’s fuzzy and dulled with time and pain. I see her tears, her bloody lip, and her torn clothing. As hard as I try, I can’t picture her happy. My father's face is contorted with rage and disappointment. He had dark brown hair that was never clean or well-kept. He was a large man. As a child, I thought of him as a giant.

Marie sighs in her sleep, snapping me back to the present. Love or not, I will never give her up. I will protect her. I will kill for her. She is the one person in the world that is meant to be mine.

I am possessive of what’s mine.

Chapter Fourteen

Marie

Does your boyfriend know you go to hotels with other men?

This is getting old. I woke up from the best night of my life to another stupid message on my phone. I could hear Bash downstairs cooking something, along with other voices. I had to tell him. It hasn’t seemed like the right time, and I wasn’t going to ruin our night with this shit.

I was getting worried now, though. This person must have been following me, and that creeped me out. He’s doing what I do for our clients, without the creepy messages. I should call Quinn and ask him to talk to Jim. I hesitate before I press on his name. Bash will be offended if I don’t tell him first.

I hurry to get dressed. It might be a good idea to tell him in front of Bishop. He could be too upset to think clearly. Bishop can be my backup.

I stop in shock on the stairs, looking at the crowd in the living room. So many shades of hotness. Each of them is different yet gorgeous in their own way: all types and sizes, animals and vampires. A catalog of hot supernaturals—take your pick.

Bash stands at the stove, grumbling and cursing at Bishop, who is trying to help. Jax, Blue, and James are looking on in amusement from the bar. Ryker is staring at Bash in contemplation. Kerian and River are having an intense conversation, paying no attention to anyone else. The only woman in the group is Ava. She’s sitting on the back of the couch, looking down at her mates with love, a smirk on her lips. The amount of testosterone in the room would make any woman blush and cross her legs.

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