Bitten (Blood Bonded Book 1)

by Chloe Grey

I almost came again. His sex god voice...

  “Cass?”

  Even though the word was filled with worry, he could never shake off the underlying silky purr that caressed my name every time he said it.

  “Yeah.” I nodded, my breaths rising and falling heavily, my heart still pounding. “I’m okay.”

  We sat in silence for a while, and I suddenly felt embarrassed. Not only because my best friend had just been forced to finger fuck me, but also because I was bare naked in front of him.

  I covered my chest with my palms, only because I thought that he probably didn’t want to see them. Did he think my breasts were too small? My body not good enough? Compared to his, it certainly wasn’t. Dave furrowed his brows at my feeble attempts, and I blushed a deep red.

  “What was that?” I asked him, finally finding the courage to speak up.

  “I don’t really know.”

  He came closer, sitting down and using his dry hand to touch my cheeks.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?”

  I nodded, more flushed now that he was so close to me, but also excited.

  “I’m sorry. This is all my fault.”

  “It’s not.”

  Dave looked up. “It is. None of this would have happened if I hadn't been so careless.” He sighed, running his hand restlessly through his inky black hair. “Amanda was telling the truth. I’m sorry, Cass. I ruined your life. But I will find a way to fix this, I promise.”

  “Don’t say that,” I said. “You didn’t ruin my life. Honestly, I kinda liked it. You—”

  “That isn’t true,” Dave said, a little too sharply. “You only liked it because the bond is making you like it.”

  “I like you, Dave,” I blurted out, hurt. Finally, all this time holding it in. I instantly felt better just admitting it out loud.

  “Christ, Cass. Don’t you see? Your thinking is being clouded. You’re saying stuff you don’t mean. Once I break—”

  “I always liked you, damn it.” I was crying again, but I didn’t care. “Ever since I met you. Then falling for you when we became closer.”

  I started babbling on, running my mouth before I could stop myself.

  “I always wanted to tell you that, but you never seemed interested, and I was terrified of rejection, especially from you. And when Logan asked me out, I only accepted to maybe get a reaction out of you or something. I don’t know. But you didn’t. And after all that, I gave up. I accepted that you only thought of me as your best friend and I stayed with Logan because he is a nice guy and I didn’t want him hurt.”

  I was wiping away tears from my eyes, but they kept coming.

  “I would have left Logan in a heartbeat for you. Because I—” I shook my head. “But it's obvious you don't feel the same.” I stared hard at him, searching for something, anything.

  “Is it because I am not pretty enough?” His lips tightened at that, and I knew that was it. “I knew it. Honestly, I’m so stupid. You’re way above my league, and I’m just a stupid, stupid—”

  He leaned forward and kissed me, wrapping his lips over mine, cutting my words off and smothering me with the delightful scent of his skin. I let out a soft gasp when Dave pushed me down, laying me flat on my back, and shivered when I felt the light brush of his hair against my cheeks. I could feel his powerful muscles tensing, his deliciously warm skin against mine. I melted, melding my body as close to his as I could get it.

  He tasted good, light, with a hint of fresh mintiness that I liked. Really liked.

  I wrapped my hands around him, digging my nails into his back as he slipped his tongue in, tasting me with slow, heavy strokes, swallowing my moans. His erection... I could feel it through his shorts, and so close to my sex...

  He pulled back for a breath, staring deeply into my eyes. “I like you too, Cass.”

  I started, refusing to believe my ears.

  “What?”

  “I kind of always suspected your feelings for me.” He grabbed my hand and placed it to his chest. So warm, so nice. “Can you feel it?”

  His heart raced, thundering beneath my palms, but if I concentrated, I could also hear it, the beating throbbing loudly against my eardrums.

  “Every time you talked to me, your pulse would race like this, and your pupils would dilate as mine are probably doing right now, so I suspected from the beginning.” He dropped my hand and ran his across my cheeks, brushing away tears. “I think you’re beautiful, Cass.”

  “If you knew, then why...”

  “Because I can’t be with a woman, ever.”

  “Is it because you’re a vampire?”

  “The worst one.”

  I started to ask what he meant by that but bit my tongue just in time. I didn’t want to ruin this moment. I had been dreaming about this for so long, laying naked with Dave, making love to him until dawn crept in and I still wanted to keep going.

  He must have either read my thoughts or sensed that the mood had changed because he started crawling off my naked body. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  I quickly wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him back. “Why?”

  “Because of the consequences,” he murmured, but the steel in his eyes softened when I slipped my hand under him to stroke his erection through his shorts. It was so warm, and pre-come soaked the material seemingly just from my touch.

  “Damn the consequences.”

  “Don’t do this, Cass.” Dave grabbed my wrist but didn’t make any attempt to pry my hand away. “I won’t be able to resist you anymore. Once you are mine, I won’t let you go. So, please.”

  I ignored him, continued stroking his thick erection, claiming his sweet lips, my other hand moving down his neck, running through his body, feeling his muscles. I let the rich masculine scent that was his alone consume me.

  My heart sank when he sat back up, his heat leaving me.

  I thought that Dave had made up his mind to not continue this, but instead, he slid the shirt off his body, and I gasped at the sight of every single woman’s wet dream. I had seen him shirtless before, but I still reacted like it was my first time.

  Dave laid back down on me, and I felt the mattress sink luxuriously under our combined weight. His defined muscles were limned with a thin coating of sweat and from the light above.

  I felt his weight against my breasts, my lips parting in a sigh, finally knowing the feeling of the shapely chest I had always dreamed about. I basked at the feeling of how hard and firm they felt, so thick, a sharp contrast to my soft bust. His abs too, solid and strong as they were pressed against my stomach.

  When I spoke again, my voice was breathless and soft. “I want you.”

  A single, sharp exhale left him in a rush.

  “Jesus,” he said after a few beats, then shifted himself to a better position. I arched for him when he slipped a hand under me, stroking the small of my back. I gasped when I felt his warm tongue on my nipples and moaned my contentment when he sucked on them delicately, one after another, paying equal attention to each one. “Say that again.”

  “I want you,” I gasped, the relentless pressure sending pulses of need through my entire body. I was so aroused, so desperate for him. “Only you.”

  “What about Logan?”

  I set my jaw, staring straight at his blues that were so vibrant with life, and spoke with a firmness that sealed the deal. “I only want you.”

  “Your brother doesn’t like me,” he murmured lightly in between my breasts, and I heard him groan a moment later.

  “I don't care.”

  “Fletcher doesn’t like me.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “You don’t want to be mine.”

  I slipped a hand to the back of his head, stroking gently, and said the same two words people use as marriage vows.

  “I do.”

  “I’m a monster.”

  “You’re not.” I wrapped my hands around him, squeezing him for a hug. “You’re not a monster.”

  �
�I am. You just haven’t seen the other side of me.”

  “You’re nothing like them.”

  “No,” he agreed, “I'm worse.” His mood switched instantly and he started to get off me again, but I was quicker. I linked my arms around him tight. He looked at me. “Let me go.”

  “No.”

  “Please.”

  “No.”

  “I want you so bad it hurts.” His chest was rising and falling heavily, and he talked with a low, deep rasp, adding to his already sexy voice as he stroked the right side of my body. “I want to do things to you so badly.” A pause. “But there will be huge consequences. So please, don’t make me do this.”

  “Do what?”

  He never took his heated gaze off. “Things.”

  “What things?”

  “Christ, a million things.”

  “Do them.”

  He lapsed into silence, and when he spoke again, I could see that it was a struggle. “I can’t.”

  I bit down on my lower lips, hard. I was naked, vulnerable. He was almost naked, the only thing separating my damp sex and his throbbing cock was the thin garment covering it, and he still didn’t want me. “Why?”

  “Because there will be conseq—”

  “Either tell me what these damn consequences are or shut up already,” I snapped. I waited for him to reply, but he didn’t. “Do you want me or not?”

  “I do. God, I do.”

  There was a lull in the air again, only broken by our heavy breathing. He shifted again, testing my arms.

  “Is this going to happen again?” I said, my tone sharp. “Like in the cave? You teasing me then leaving?”

  “Cas—”

  “Do you know how much it hurt when you did that?” I unwrapped my arms around him and challenged his gaze. “You keep saying you want me, but I don’t think you do. Give me some respect and just say you don’t want me and leave. Stop toying with my feelings.”

  “That’s not—”

  Tears sprung from my eyes. I let him go. “Go. Leave.”

  Memories of what happened that night came flooding back. Telling Dave to leave, then my heart breaking when he actually did. I didn’t want him to leave, but if he really didn’t want me, then it was best if he did. It would hurt, a lot, for a while, but I would get over it.

  Will I?

  “Okay,” Dave said, and I felt my heart breaking into a million pieces. He rolled off me but didn’t walk away like I had expected him to. Instead, he sat in between my legs, facing me, both of his palms on my thighs. “Spread your thighs.”

  I shivered at his tone. It was the same one he used when he was barking orders in the midst of a hunt. My legs obeyed even before I could decide if I wanted to or not.

  “I’m going to make it up to you,” he said, his eyes on my sex, then on me, his hypnotic gaze drinking me in. He crawled forward, kissed my tear stained cheeks, then retreated back. “I never wanted to hurt you, love. You’re all I have left.” A pause. “Could you do something for me?

  His fingers came near my greedy sex again, teasing the entrance with light touches.

  “Anything,” I breathed, and I meant it.

  This was really happening.

  “Clasp your hands behind your back. Don’t move them, no matter what. Just lay down, relax, and enjoy.”

  I did what I was told, my breaths ragged and heavy, so confused yet so excited. What was he going to do?

  “I also want you to hold back your orgasm.”

  I half sat up to look at him. I must have heard him wrong. “What?”

  His fingers retreated from my sex, and I immediately laid back down. They came back, lightly brushing my outer folds, fingers curling inwards, teasing me and sending tiny jolts of pleasure all over. I moaned.

  “Don’t come. Until I give you permission to do so. Do you understand?”

  I nodded. “Okay...”

  I didn’t know why he wanted that, or that if I could do it, but I was willing to try anything my best friend wanted to do to me. He was so fucking hot, and he had already made me come once. I giggled excitedly, recalling the moment just minutes ago when he’d admitted he had feelings for me too. Who knew?

  I spread my legs wider, giving him as much access as possible, completely surrendering to him. My skin was burning up, my heart was pounding, my thoughts were slowing down, and the world receded until there was only him.

  I was so ready.

  “Cass?”

  That word. My name rolled over his tongue like fine wine, sending goosebumps prickling all over my arms.

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl,” he said, smiling. Then he dove in.

  DAVE COULD BE MEAN, cold, downright uncaring at times, especially when he was in a foul mood. But most of the time, he was nice towards Laura and me.

  And he showed that again as he ate me out, using his tongue in skilful, light strokes, being very gentle. My breaths hitched when I felt his lips circle my swollen clit, suckling lovingly.

  An intense wave of both giggliness and nervousness washed over me when Dave went lower, trailing kisses and licks, making his way to my very wet, very ready opening.

  He used his right thumb to occupy my throbbing clit, his other hand still glued to the sides of my buttocks, tracing my curves. I was being pushed to the edge with alarming speed.

  A wild, animal’s moan filled the room when his tongue pushed into me. I thought it had come from Dave. It was so loud, so primal, but the embarrassing realisation hit me when I realised it was from me.

  My best friend just had this effect on me, I decided, as another loud moan escaped my throat. Not only was he the hottest man alive, but also the only person in the world who could make me feel this wanted, this loved, even though I was not completely sure if the feeling was mutual. Dave was good to me, there was no doubt about that, but there were several moments where his mood went sour and he would suddenly ignore everyone, making me feel like complete shit and question our relationship when he didn’t even make an exception to let me in.

  I pushed the unwanted thoughts out of my mind. Don’t ruin this moment. I finally felt so close to him, so intimate. The things I had dreamt of him for a year now were now finally happening, and that thought made me all warm and fuzzy inside again.

  ‘Just lay down, relax, and enjoy’ had been Dave’s first command, and I tried my best to obey.

  I snapped my eyes shut. Dave hit a tender spot inside of me, and my back stiffened, my thighs quivering.

  I am going to come.

  “Don’t come,” Dave said, as if sensing my impending release.

  “Please, Dave,” I begged, my eyes still snapped tightly shut, trying to squeeze out any willpower I still had to hold back the orgasm. There were none left. “Please.”

  “No.”

  I made a sound of annoyance, but obeyed—or tried my damn hardest to—preferring to remain in pleasurable torture than risk angering him.

  With massive effort and using an unknown strength that I didn’t know I had within me, I held back my release, my fists clenching, toes curling, tears leaking out of my eyes from holding off each consecutive instance of being dangerously close. I would step over the edge for a brief second, then miraculously force my way back. Dave paid no sympathy. He didn’t stop, didn’t even pause; he was instead increasing his rhythm, rubbing my clit furiously and swirling his tongue around my sensitive wetness, lapping up my juices.

  When I was certain I couldn’t hold my release any longer, he suddenly withdrew, looming over me. I leaned forward with him, my hands still clasped behind in back, my fingers not even twitching in case he could somehow sense if they were.

  “Come now.”

  I didn’t know how long I rode out the exquisite waves of pleasure. His touch... the unbearable, all pleasuring sensation... it was too much... I was drowning, my body spasming uncontrollably, my muscles all but liquefied.

  The deep
rumble of his voice echoed in my head, over and over, as I stared into his eyes, getting lost in those impossible blues.

  Come now. Come now. Come now.

  “I am coming,” I cried out, way too late from the initial pleasurable explosion, answering to the orders that played in my head instead. His fingers didn’t stop their relentless onslaught. I felt like I was going to pass out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

  Time had stopped and I faded away into the overwhelming sensations, going down into a breathless heap. The aftershock of the orgasm made me unable to move or talk. I could only croak out barely audible moans. I closed my eyes, my nostrils flaring, and drank in everything that just happened. The best orgasm I ever had in my life, caused by my best friend...

  “You taste so damn good,” he said, his voice throaty as he slowly made his way back to me, licking and kissing his way forward, pausing by my pebbled nipples, sucking and biting gently. He sought my mouth soon after, capturing my moans as his lips moved against mine. The passion between us was electrifying, pumping life back into me, bringing me back into the present.

  We broke the kiss mutually some time later, both of us gasping. My heart was still racing, thundering in my chest with heavy, uneven beats. If I suffered a heart failure now from overworking the damn thing, I would die a happy woman.

  Dave gave me one last lingering kiss before he rolled off me. “You can move your hands now.”

  I hadn't realised that my fingers were still linked tightly together. Pins and needles were prickling at my fingertips, and I unlinked them with an exhale.

  He eyed me as I shook my hands, trying to get blood flowing back around. “How close were you to orgasm?”

  I blushed. “To be honest, very. I have no idea how I managed it.”

  Dave gave me a small smile. “Sorry, I was so into it that I forgot to slow down.” He squeezed my thigh, and I shivered.”You were very good.”

  I smiled back, then looked down, arching a brow when I realised that he was still erect. “Need me to relieve that?”

  He frowned then followed my gaze. “Oh, this? No need.”

  “Please, it’s the least I could do,” I whispered in what I hoped to be a seductive tone. “Let me.”

  Dave didn’t make a move to stop me as I leaned forward to pull down his shorts.