"What do you mean, NO?!" I screamed, holding onto the wall and trying to walk after him on my sore legs. I hated this. The fact that my legs weren't getting me anywhere was torturing me, and this jerk wasn't taking me seriously even when my fangs were bared at him.

"A NO, means no. What else could it mean?" he replied nonchalantly. "Sit on the bed. Your legs are still sore."

A naughty smirk glided on his lips as he spun around to face me. I glared at him, gritting my teeth together. I was so close to throwing something at him.

"Whose fault do you think it is? I'm the one who was played with roughly." I huffed my cheeks, pouting angrily and turning my head to the side to look away from him.

He smiled lightly, walking closer to me and then wrapping me in his arms— his strong, warm arms. "I swear I held myself back. I was so slow and gentle with you that I just wanted to stop and use my own pace."

It's true. He was slower than usual yesterday and the ache in my pelvic area isn't as bad as the first few times. He must have held himself back a lot.

"Whatever." I puffed, having nothing else to say and not wanting to admit to him being right. "Does that mean I can join you?" I grinned, batting my eyelashes at him.

"No." he said flatly.

Oh, like hell would I back down. I pressed my body closer to his and began rubbing against him forcefully, intending to tease him. I wrapped a hand around his neck whilst my other went to rub his chest up and down suggestively. He will say yes.

"Why not?" I whispered, gazing into his eyes that were turning to a mesmerising, dark blue shade. He was breathing deeply, his heart beating fast under my hand.

"I like being with you... naked. You touching me and pleasuring me while I scream your name and melt underneath you." I whispered seductively, watching as he closed his eyes and took even deeper breaths. His heart was beating faster than before and his skin was getting hotter.

I smirked, standing on my tiptoes and placing soft kisses on his tense jaw. "I like the way your hands explore me eagerly. I like the way my hands explore your body and make your heart wild. I like the roughness and the se—"

Suddenly, he pinned me against the wall, his chest rising up and falling down quickly. His eyes were that beautiful, dark blue colour and they were glowing brightly. His hands had my wrists pinned by my head on the wall, causing me to arch my back and stand on my tiptoes.

"You're a teasing little thing, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice deep and husky.

"Only to you. That husky voice and those kiss— AH!" he interrupted me again but this time I didn't mind it. He had picked me up and threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. He then took his bath towel— with an extra one for me— and walked towards the bathroom.

A victorious grin lifted my lips up, knowing that I have gotten what I wanted. A bath with him! Oh my Hell, I am squealing!

When we reached the huge bathtub, he threw me in quickly, then moved to remove his clothes before stepping in with me. I had already taken my clothes off in the beginning— as soon as he said he was going to take a bath this morning.

He rested his muscular arms on the edges of the bathtub and rolled his head back, his muscles relaxing as he did. I bit my bottom lip, preventing a moan at the glorious sight of him. Cheeky bastard, does he not know what he does to me?

I pouted again, moving in the water and straddling his bare thighs. I laughed lowly when I felt him poke me. He groaned once he felt me, his hands now reaching to grip my waist tightly.

"What now?" he whined, and I blinked at the child-like sound. "I thought you were still recovering." he sat up to attach his lips on mine.

I gasped, feeling his lower bit stroke me. He grinned, aware of what he did. I puffed my cheeks again, making him laugh and capture my lips with his passionately. I closed my eyes, wrapping my hands around his neck. His hands pressed me flat against his hard, toned chest, where I was able to feel his heart thudding against me. He opened my lips with his, allowing his tongue to explore freely but I was too distracted by his beating heart.

When I needed some air, I pulled away and threw my head back, gasping for air. He didn't stop, moving his lips from my jaw and down to my neck, where he began biting softly. His hands moved around my body, travelling everywhere they desired. They were so warm— somehow warmer than the water.

Those soft lips then descended down to my chest but his kisses and bites never ceased. They were rough and possessive because like he had said, he wanted me all to himself.

"Sebastian." I hissed quietly, feeling his fangs elongate against my left breast. My fingers ran smoothly in his luscious, pure black silks, messing and tugging. He hissed with satisfaction, then gently allowed his fangs to penetrate my soft skin and sink but not deeply so I wouldn't feel pain.

I sighed lightly, my fingers in his hair pushing his head against my chest whilst I arched towards him. His arms went to grip my back, pressing me against him further. He pulled his fangs out, not taking too much blood from me and then cleaned his bite.

"Is it me, or is it really hot in here?" I asked breathlessly. Sebastian snickered, pulling away from me and looking into my now-violet eyes with his dark blue ones. We both pulled away and placed a distance between us, wanting to calm our raging selves down. Things are just so much fun with him.

"So, what's next?" I asked as I ruffled my hair whilst looking in the mirror. I was still in my undergarments, and I didn't want to wear anything at the moment. How can something so beautiful exist in this world? I am definitely the Devil's gift to this dull Earth.

"I was thinking maybe we go to a clu—"

"Holy flying cows on cheesecakes, we're going to a club?!" I interrupted him and squealed, turning around and super-speeding to hug his toned waist.

"If you would have let me finish, yes, I was going to say that." he narrowed his eyes at me, making me feel slightly uncomfortable as I looked away from him.

"Oh, okay. LOL, Soz." I puffed my cheeks.

"LOL? Soz? What are these?" he questioned, looking at me with a funny expression.

"Oh, it's just some words those humans came up with years ago." I grinned, looking back at him with a glint in my eyes. "Although, hardly anyone uses them now. They are so outdated."

"Do you even know what they mean?" he asked, raising an amused eyebrow.

I opened my mouth to reply, but nothing came out, so I had to close it. "Good question." I said, pointing at him dramatically. "I don't. But they sounded cool, so I'll say them."

That seemed like a reasonable answer.

He closed his eyes, grinning and shaking his head. "Come on, go get ready."

And get ready, I did.

"It's going down!" I screamed. "I'm yelling timber!" I then let out a laugh, swaying my hips to the beat and ignoring the arousal that filled the air and the hungry stares I was getting. I swayed my hips down and then swayed them up, throwing my hands in the air and dancing like a mad person.

A pain shot in my head, and I knew it was Sebastian warning me to stop it. I glanced towards the VIP room that he was sitting in, but I couldn't see him. Right, I forgot the windows were tinted.

I lifted my right hand in the air and did something I've never done before. I gave him the middle finger. I guess all those human movies have influenced me.

A more intense pain travelled to my hand that was lifted and giving him the middle finger, forcing me to hiss in pain and pull my hand down. I glared at the room he was staying in and then turned around, walking deeper into the sea of the dancing bodies. Blame my actions on the alcohol and preys I just had, not me.

I continued dancing in a corner far away from his VIP room, swaying my hips and bobbing my head up and down. Unexpectedly, strong hands gripped my hips from the back, pulling my back to a hard chest. I knew it wasn't Sebastian from the touch, so I stood still.

It was Chase.

"Hello, mate." he whispered, his voice dark and deep and his eyes as black as night. I don't remember them being black.

"Chase." I said, a grin tugging on my lips as I turned around to face him. Don't get me wrong, I only like the guy because he is the second best prey I've ever had. Sebastian is my one and only. He's my favourite.

Neither one of us talked, we allowed our bodies to do that. He pulled me closer to him, and I began grinding roughly against him. He closed his eyes, letting a deep growl vibrate from within his broad chest.

As I danced with him and allowed him to move his hands on my body freely, I couldn't help but feel how wrong that was. He's my mate, shouldn't I feel content and happy? Why was I feeling wrong? Why do I care? The guy is throwing himself at me so I should be more than happy to hunt him.

Since I'm a Vampire, I don't really feel that pull Werewolves go crazy about. I feel nothing, except light tingles.

I hated that irritating feeling I was getting, so I stepped my game up. I moved closer to Chase's neck and let my tongue caress his warm neck, getting a slight hint of the taste of his hot blood underneath his warm flesh.

Within an instant, I was slammed against a wall with my legs wrapped around his waist. He growled and before I had time to think about what was happening, he slammed his lips against mine savagely. I hissed softly, ignoring the irritation and placed my hands on his strong chest.

He suddenly pulled away, leaving me as breathless as he was. "Let's get out of here."

I nodded in a daze, allowing him to grab my hand and lead me out of the noisy club. He walked me to a nearby dark alleyway and as soon as we walked into it, he pushed me against the wall again and attacked my lips hungrily. I groaned, arching towards him and closing my eyes as his hands moved inside my tank top . His tongue forced my lips open and slid in freely, exploring around and massaging my tongue. When both of us needed some air, we pulled away. I rolled my head back against the wall and laughed quietly as his mouth moved to my neck.

He tugged on my shirt and just as he was going to pull it up he stopped, a piercing sound ringing in my ears. It sounded just like that time when Sebastian pierced the Pureblood's chest with his hand.

I opened my eyes and froze, my jaw opening slightly and my eyes unable to blink. Chase's face was still, his expression one of shock and pain. His hold on me began to loosen and soon I was standing on my own feet. I looked at his chest and felt my soul's whispers louden with fear as my breath caught in my throat.

I yelped with fright as the same piercing sound happened and Chase suddenly collapsed on the cold, hard ground lifelessly. Cold, hard ground! Oh—

'This isn't the time to sing!'

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was too scared to even breathe at the moment. My soul panicking wasn't helping me calm down, either.

I kept my eyes trained on the figure in front of me, feeling my body shake with fright. Sebastian was standing in front of me, his eyes set into their merciless ice blue, almost very light silver. What terrorised me the most was the object that his right hand was gripping.

Chase's heart.

That thought had caused me to whip my head to the side, putting my attention on Chase who was lying still.

"Chase!" I screamed, breathing shakily as I used my super speed to crouch on the ground and hold his unmoving body in my hands.

"Chase. Chase, listen to me. Chase, wake up. Wake up, Chase." I shook his body frantically, my eyes darting from the hole in his chest to his once beautiful, full-of-life grey eyes. "Chase, come on. Wake up." I shook him more, my night black eyes clouding with worry as my pure black waves fell to my sides like dark curtains.

"Cha—" My upper arm was tugged on harshly, and I was forcefully slammed against a wall. I shrieked, snapping my eyes to Sebastian who looked calm yet lethal at the same time. My eyes drifted to their very light, almost glowing gold and my body had started shaking with fear once again. My soul wouldn't stop her loud, frightened whispers.

"S-Sebastian I—"

"Now you've done it."

Faster than the blink of an eye, Sebastian had his big hand in my hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging on it, causing my head to tilt back harshly. Not giving me a second to process what was going on, he let out an enraged hiss and sank his sharp fangs into my neck violently, causing me to cry out in pain.

I had to stop breathing when I felt a cold liquid run through my veins. No no no no! I tried pushing on his chest, but his body pressed closer against mine and his fangs sank deeper, allowing the cold liquid to mix into every vein in my body. Slowly slowly, I was beginning to feel a pull towards him and I knew there wouldn't be much time until I was completely linked to him.

"Stop! Please, let go!" I squealed, already feeling the liquid spread throughout my body and dominate every nerve I have. "Sebastian, please!" I whimpered and still pushed against his chest.

I was feeling dizzy, and my energy was leaving me slowly. My body was accepting Sebastian's touch and it was starting to heat because of it. I closed my eyelids, for once feeling disgusted with myself because of how helpless I was.

Sebastian finally pulled his fangs out of me, cleaning the wound he had inflicted on me as I fell limp in his arms. My body and mind will be forced to adjust to the idea of being linked— owned and having someone control them.

"You left me no choice." he whispered calmly, his arms on me tightening as he felt me going limp and continuing to lick the area he had bit— even though the wound was already healed. "You're mine, but you never understood that and kept forgetting. Now, you will understand and you'll never forget."

I used my last energy to let out a loathsome hiss as he lifted me in his arms gently. He pulled me to him closely, and began walking to where he parked his car. I couldn't look back to see Chase. I didn't care about him, but Sebastian pulling his heart out was unbelievable.

Why am I always forced to adjust to things I don't want?

First, being turned into a Vampire.

Second, being linked to a Pureblood— a Slade.

What will I be forced to adjust to next?

✿❀ RZ ❀✿