Page 17 of Forced Bonds

I blinked my eyes open and once again shrieked at Zar’s face—when had I begun to refer to him as Zar in my mind? — that was inches from mine. But it was different this time, mostly because instead of backing off, he came closer.

“What are you—”

His eyes were glowing red and I had only a second to feel like prey before his mouth was on mine, demanding, insistent. I moaned like never before as his hot tongue tangled with mine, caressed and moved like nobody's business. Why was this so good?! My body felt like it was igniting further, like it needed Zar to fully make it combust and then reach whatever promised pleasure that lay beyond my comprehension.

His hands were on me, soothing me somehow, and then his fingers found their way to my hole, breaching it. I briefly wondered when I’d gotten undressed, and why I was so okay with whatever the vampire was doing to me. Also, why were his fingers wet? Widening my legs, I accepted his touch. I was starved for it, really. My mind tried to remember what had happened yesterday and why we were in bed together. And why I craved a vampire’s touch so much.

“You’re so perfect, my bonded,” he rasped, kissing me with renewed hunger, my submission to his touch spurring him on.

Bonded?

His cock chose that moment to breach me, the pain enough to erase all thoughts from my mind as it focused on one single thing. A rather big thing.

“Holy! —”

A hand came over my mouth. “We don’t speak of anything holy here,” he warned, the tone teasing as he eased into me. I hadn’t taken anyone in months, maybe even a full year, but the pain wasn’t as bad as it should’ve been with the lacking prep. Perhaps this wasn’t round one, but rather round two. Then again, why couldn’t I remember?

His hand forced my chin up, his gaze intent on mine. “Focus, my bonded. Only you and me.” I nodded. It sounded like the best thing ever actually, to just enjoy something for once and not overthink it. It wasn’t as if I could truly think. My mind was a foggy mess and my body was still so hot and flustered. His cock was rubbing my inner walls in ways that felt like a religious experience, though I doubted he would appreciate the comparison.

His length was all the way in and we groaned in unison. There was something so wonderfully right about this. It was like I couldn’t focus my mind at the moment. I could only enjoy the pleasure the vampire gave me. His touch was unlike any other, like I’d reached a higher level of pleasure that us mere mortals weren’t normally granted. It could be that sex with all vampires felt this way, or it could be that Zar was just so damn talented, not only with his tongue but with his fingers and cock, too.

Zar grinned down at me, a feral almost hungry look in his eyes. They glowed red and like a punch to my gut, a memory came forth, like déjà vu. Then his teeth came down hard on my neck and the most intense pleasure rushed through me as I came untouched, his mouth now sucking blood out of my wound and everything slowly cleared again.

He released my neck and grunted my name, “Benji,” before he came, thrusting into me as he filled me with hot cum. Then I finally remembered everything that went down yesterday.

He’d bonded with me.

Without my consent.

“You—" I started, ready to tear him a new one, but he claimed my lips once again, rendering me speechless. Why were his kisses so damn good?!

“How’s your thigh?” he asked, completely ignoring our biggest issue as he licked down my neck, peppering it with kisses too.

“It’s feeling better now that I have a new wound to whine about!” I snapped. “Why are we bonded?!”

He smirked. The damn vampire smirked at me! “You’re so cute when you’re all feisty like this.” I swore he purred after saying that.

“I need answers,” I growled, trying to escape his body that was still resting on top of me, like he had no care in the world.

Zar sighed. “I bonded us because I wanted you.”

I blinked. Then blinked again. “You… You did it because you wanted to? What are you, a child?!”

He made a so-so gesture with his head. “A little too old to be considered a child, but if this is a case of I-licked-it-so-its-mine…”

He licked my nose.

He. Fucking. Licked. Me.

“There, you’re all mine.”

I headbutted him.

It did nothing.

“Salizar,” I growled in warning.

He just rolled his eyes at me. “Relax, my feisty little human. I’ll make sure to take excellent care of you and your needs. I’ll be the best damn bonded you could ever wish for.”