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My cock grew hard at the friction our bodies created. Pre-cum pooled at the tip as he
groaned into my mouth. He shifted me so that I straddled his lap and our cocks were pressed
together.
Gripping his hair tightly in my fist, I pulled him backward so I could look down into his
pale blue eyes. The need burning in his irises matched the passion I felt in every muscle of my
body. I loved him so much, and I couldn’t believe he was mine.
That strange feeling piqued again, and I pushed it away. It wasn’t worth worrying about
right now. All that mattered was Elijah and me and getting as close to him as I could.
I slid my hand between us and gripped our shafts together in my fist, pumping us firmly
until he growled, low and deep in his chest. The sound made me smile. I loved that I had that
effect on him, that I could draw animalistic sounds from him like that.
“Drake, I want you,” he begged, his body trembling beneath me.
“I always want you,” I whispered before claiming his mouth again.
He pushed himself forward so he could lay me back on the bed. I wrapped my legs
around his hips and used my calves to draw him closer to me. Struggling to get his hand between
us, he finally managed to position himself at my opening.
I didn’t remember preparing myself for him, but he slid in easily, my muscles welcoming
him as if I’d been ready for hours. There wasn’t even the initial bite of pain that I usually felt
when he entered me.
“You feel so good,” I moaned as he started to rock, his shaft moving in and out at a
steady pace. “I don’t ever want this to end. I just want you to fuck me forever.”
“That sounds like Heaven,” he said.
My eyes flew open to look at him. That word, Heaven, had triggered something. This
wasn’t right. Something was very wrong. Before I could fully grasp what my mind had been
trying to tell me, Elijah gripped my cock in his hand and started to jerk me off furiously.
I came hard, calling out his name just before the memory of what had happened in the
warehouse blasted over me, and I sat bolt upright in bed alone.
My chest heaved as I fought to catch my breath. I looked around the room and realized it
had been another dream. I threw myself backward onto my pillows and growled up at the ceiling
in frustration.
A soft knock on the door interrupted my fuming.
“Drake, are you all right?” Alice called from the hallway.
“I’m fine,” I said with a sigh. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”
I would have invited her in, but the sheets were stuck embarrassingly to my groin and I
didn’t want her to see me like that.
“Don’t worry. It’s morning anyway. I’ll make coffee.”
“I’m going to take a shower,” I said. “I’ll be out in a minute. Hey Alice?”
“Yeah?”
“I really am sorry.”
“I know,” she said. I heard her pad back down the hall and knew she understood I wasn’t
just apologizing for screaming in my sleep.
As I climbed into the shower, I realized I’d been apologizing a lot lately. She always
accepted, even though we never discussed what I was actually apologizing for. Maybe because
there was so much I needed to be sorry for. For dragging her into that mess. For being an angry,
depressed mess for the last few weeks. And of course for screaming in my sleep and waking her
up weeks after she seemed to be recovering from her own bout of nightmares.
We’d only talked about that horrible night in the warehouse once. After Elijah’s funeral,
we had sat in my apartment and drunk our way through a bottle of Jameson as we filled each
other in on the parts we’d missed. Neither of us got too detailed, and we just spoke in general
terms. This person was killed, these people tortured this information out of Alice, that Sub-
Human race had been involved in the plot. We shared enough information to satisfy ourselves
then silently agreed never to discuss it again.
* * * *
“I found some new office space I think we should go look at today,” Alice said. She was
sitting on the sofa with the classified ads spread out over the coffee table when I came out of the
bedroom.
“Sounds great,” I said distractedly as I wandered into the kitchen for coffee.
“Hey, Drake,” she called.
“What’s up?” I asked, coming back out to the living room.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” I said, sitting down next to her.
“When’s the last time you had blood?”
I stared at her for a minute. I hadn’t even thought about that. It had been weeks. Since
Sariel had made me drink from him. There hadn’t been a single twinge of hunger since that
night, though obviously I had been dreaming about drinking from Elijah. Surely a dream
wouldn’t be enough to sustain my body.
“I haven’t…not since…”
“That night,” she finished for me.
“Yeah. What the hell do you think that means?” I asked.
“I was doing laundry the other day, and I found something.” She looked nervous, as if
she didn’t want to say it but knew she had to.
“What?”
“There was blood on your sheets. Just a few drops, but it looked fresh.”
“What are you saying?” I was confused.
“I don’t know really. Just…it’s strange, isn’t it? You haven’t fed in a month, and you’re
fine, but then I find blood on the sheets.” She sighed. “Do you think that you’re going out to feed
and don’t remember it in the morning?”
“I don’t think so,” I said slowly. “I don’t sleep hard enough anymore to sleep walk, and
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