Bound by Blood

Chapter 7

Like the rest of his place, the bath was mostly empty and scrupulously clean. She sat on the toilet, face buried in her hands, thinking. Thinking for a long time, even though the options were few. In the end she decided that running like hell was her best option. There was nothing else to do, no way to make this thing better.

If she’d only listened to her common sense, she’d be safe in her jammies. Instead here she was hiding in a vampire’s bathroom, a vampire that was getting serious on her. If any male creature in the world could be counted on to be content with a one night stand, she’d think the inventors of the Dine and Dash would be right at the top of that list.

Goddamn Gregor Faustin. Whatever she did next, she was going to hurt him, and that was the last thing she wanted to do.

She put off talking to him a few minutes more by cleaning herself up. As she did, she noticed a purplish spot on her shoulder. Squinting, she leaned in close to the mirror to see it. It was in fact a spectacular bite mark on her shoulder. And there was another on her neck. And another. And another. A necklace of bruised teeth marks. It looked like she’d been mauled by a pit bull. She remembered him nipping her, but this was out of control.

“Faustin!”

Looking none too happy himself, he came to loom in the bathroom door.

She pointed to her neck. “I want you to fix these right now.”

“No.” He was so curt she wanted to slap him.

“What do you mean, ‘no’? I’m not your chew toy. This is disgusting.”

He strong-armed her in front of the mirror and stood behind her, holding her there. “The bites are clean, but I promise you, they won’t fade fast.”

With gentle fingers he massaged the bruised flesh in circles. As he did, she flashed back on the moment of the biting, the pain sharpening the pleasure, him inside her, possessing her.

“When you’re alone, you are going to touch these bites and think of me. You’re going to come when you think of me possessing you.”

“No. I won’t.”

In the mirror she saw his big hands over her breasts, the purple of the scars dark between them.

His lips were on her hair, on her brow, at her ear. “I’ve marked you as mine.”

No, no, no.

“Madelena, I can’t control this thing—neither can you.”

As he spoke, his hands became rough and his kisses urgent rather than coaxing. All her resolutions cracked. She couldn’t think straight. Her breasts ached, she wanted him inside, she wanted to bend over the sink that moment and take him.

“You feel it.”

Maddy shook her head, denying it even as she softened against him. “No,” she whispered. That word was all she had to hold on to, the only right answer. Whatever was happening between them, it was just too late. “Gregor, please, don’t.”

Their eyes met in the mirror. His hands ran down her belly, over her hips. His voice snaked its way down her spine. “Tell me what’s going on.”

Instead she reached back to caress his face and lifted her mouth to his. If he knew how to read it, her answer was in her kiss—her regrets, her apologies. Their tongues slid together briefly, then he left her mouth to kiss down her throat, to nurse at her faulty pulse. Her eyes drifted shut.

This had to stop.

Maddy opened her eyes. What she saw in the mirror shocked her. She didn’t even recognize herself. Embarrassed, she looked at the floor, but she had to look again, just to understand what she’d seen.

Gregor’s head was a shadow against her neck. Fascinated, she lifted a hand and sank her fingers into his dark hair. The heavy-lidded woman in the mirror matched her gesture—a woman who looked like she could fuck an army and ask for more, a woman with a vampire’s brand circling her throat.

Gregor lifted his head and nodded his approval, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “Now you see who you are. Is it any wonder I want you?”

His hand skimmed straight down her belly. Eager for his touch, she widened her stance, and his fingers slipped into her cleft. Of course she was wet, wet like Niagara Falls was wet. That first sliding stroke almost made her come. His other hand clapped over her breast, teased a nipple. Helpless, she trembled in his arms while he played her like he knew her every secret.

“You’re so damn hot. I want to suck you dry,” he growled into her ear. “I want all of you, Madelena, and sooner or later, I will get what I want.”

“You can’t.”

Her heart was going nuts, her head was spinning. She didn’t know if she was going to come or die or both.

Snarling, he pushed her head down so she was bent over the sink. “Spread your legs.”

But he didn’t do what she expected. Instead, Gregor dropped to his knees and repaid her for her blow job.

He spread her cheeks wide and lapped his cat tongue around her asshole. He sucked and bit her ass until his saliva ran hot down her crack and swamped her pussy. Maddy clawed at the sink, trying to keep her feet, knowing he was going to bring her to her knees.

It was torture.

“Fuck me,” she begged. “Please.”

Instead he forced her legs even wider and probed her with his tongue. His tongue, which should be illegal. Slurping and sucking her tender flesh while his long finger caressed her G-spot. She gripped the sink tight. His tongue zeroed in on her clit.

“Gregor…”

She was so wet it was flowing down her legs. He was drinking her.

The room spun, she couldn’t feel her limbs, but at her center she went supernova.

“Ah!” Blackness was on her, a black convulsive wave. She fell through it, and came down hard.

Next thing she knew she was on her back, staring up at the bathroom ceiling. Gregor was holding a wet cloth to her forehead, his face ashen. “You hit your head on the sink.”

Actually she was pretty sure she fainted from lack of oxygen, then hit her head. Standing up and orgasming was just too much to ask of the poor ticker. “I’m okay.”

Gregor frowned.

Their short future flashed before her.

It was hard to be the one by the bedside, to be helpless, to be forced to watch the spook show. Being the sick one was the easy half of the deal, really. She would not let him be torn apart by this. She’d rather have him hate her than go through it.

“Come here,” she said, smiling, wanting him to smile back at her. “Make me forget my head hurts.”

Make me forget what comes next.

They made love, a little circle of carpet the only thing between them and cold tile. Gregor handled her with great gentleness, like she was a blown egg.

They took their time. When she was ready she guided him in and they rocked together in a quiet pool of pleasure, dragging it out as long as they could. It was impossible to say who went first. They climaxed together, the shock waves passing through his frame direct echoes of her own, their kisses in the aftermath more tender than she would have ever thought possible.

In that moment she understood she could love Gregor Faustin. A man who could kiss her like that was a man who could have her heart. Too bad her heart wasn’t worth keeping.

It was more than she could deal with that night. So tired she was sick from it, she begged for sleep. He carried her to bed, where she returned to the blackness in his arms.

Gregor woke because he was cold. She was missing from his side, but the sheets were still warm. He leapt out of bed, found the bathroom empty, caught her scent and strode out into the sleeping club, his feet sticking to gunk that coated the floor at the end of every night. It was pitch dark, but he saw her right away, his night vision outlining her in tones of gray and silver. She was all bundled up, had her lunch pail in her hand, and was making her way haltingly across the floor.

“Madelena,” he shouted. That was a mistake. He should have snuck up on her.

She sprinted for an emergency exit, which was probably only visible to her as a glowing red sign. He ran after her, but she was too close to the door. Being a smart human, she threw herself against the latch bar, and the door swung open, spilling a long rectangle of sunlight across the floor. Gregor had to leap back to keep his toes from getting burned.

He put one hand up to protect his eyes from the brightness. “Don’t go.”

“I have to.” All of the strength and laughter that he loved in her voice was gone. Her breath came in heavy gasps.

“Tell me why you’re doing this.”

Madelena did not answer for a few heartbeats, then she said, “One night is all I ever wanted, Gregor. I said that from the start.”

Her shadow passed into the bright world and the door swung shut.

“You are lying!” he screamed after her.

It would be okay once she was home. All she needed to do was get home.

One thing at a time.

Maddy stood in the street outside Tangiers, squinting in the weak morning sun, trying to orient herself but seeing nothing but brick walls and steel doors. She didn’t know the meatpacking district at all, didn’t know where the nearest subway stop might be. The street was all locked down and devoid of life. She was lost.

Gregor’s scream still echoed in her ears. She thought about turning around, pounding on the doors, crawling into his arms, begging his forgiveness.

So he can drive you to the hospital? See you hooked up to a respirator? Watch—

Clammy with sweat and sick to her stomach, she headed roughly northeast and hoped for the best. How she found a station, she did not understand. She just stumbled on a stairway down and followed it. Like a drunk, she trusted the universe to take care of her sorry ass, and it worked.

At her transfer station she had to climb stairs to get to her next train. Fucking Mayan temple stairs. Endless. Halfway up she had to stop to rest, her lungs burning, each breath painful. Commuters swarmed around her, buffeting her as they squeezed past, some of them bitching at her. I am an obstruction to progress, she laughed to herself, plaque in the subway’s arteries.

Once at the top she learned she had to turn around and go down a new flight of stairs. Sadists designed the system. She’d often thought so, but now she was convinced. Halfway down to her platform she heard a train coming in, saw it was her beloved number seven train. The thought of waiting for the next one was more than she could stand. Desperation gave her a burst of energy and she stumbled down the stairs and across the platform, shoving herself through the doors just as they began to close.

Maddy grabbed a pole and pressed her cheek against the cool, smooth metal. It was so hard to breathe. Home, Jeeves, she thought to herself. The train heaved and she went dizzy. Instead of passing, the spell turned into pure vertigo. She fell into an open seat and dropped her head between her legs. Her stomach twisted and heaved, but it was empty.

“You okay, ma’am?” A hand touched her shoulder. She turned her head to see a kind, black face, a clean-cut young kid in a natty suit and a skinny retro tie. Nation of Islam? Or was this some new fashion statement she didn’t know about? Every detail about him mattered a lot, somehow, from the crack in his lower lip to the starched points of his collar. He was a very beautiful, a unique soul. And so kind. She smiled at him, wanting to reassure him, because she loved him. She loved everyone.

And funny enough, she could not breathe.

It’s happening.

The floor rose up to embrace her. It felt good. Almost as good as snuggling in bed with Gregor.

At the dark, fringy edges of her consciousness she heard a woman’s voice. It sliced through the warm static filling her brain.

“Don’t worry, I’m a doctor.”

Fuck.