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“I didn’t even wish for one!” I snapped.

“But lucky you.” He booped my nose. “You got one anyway. And for life at that!”

I glared so hard, I almost couldn’t see his smug expression. Why did he have to be so damn good looking, though?

“I need a shower,” I declared, needing some goddamn space.

“Of course,” he said, actually allowing me to leave the bed. “Want me to wash your back?”

I just glowered at him and stood from the bed, naked and all, then turned and strode for the bathroom, making sure the light was on and the lock flicked, not that I trusted it could keep the vampire out. I was doomed. I slid to the floor, my body shaking with the realization that I was bonded for life with a vampire. I could feel it. Could feel the pull towards the man in the room, waiting for me to return. I felt claustrophobic, like the walls were closing in on all sides.

Then a flash of a certain werewolf alpha came to mind, his angry scowl when he’d rejected me. Dread settled over me. He’d rejected me, but he could still throw a huge fit when he realized I could never be his mate now. I also felt a tad… smug? Yeah, that seemed to be the feeling I was having. He didn’t want me? Too bad for him, a vampire chose me for life. An old and high standing one at that.

I slapped myself for thinking that. I was not about to just roll over and accept being forced into a bond I didn’t want. I would fight Salizar on this, even though logically I was trapped. For life.

Oh, look at that, the walls were closing in on me again.

On shaky legs, I stood once again and slowly made my way over to the shower, ignoring the one-way window to the bedroom where my vampire was.

I turned the shower on, not caring the slightest that I was shivering in the freezing cold water. It soon turned a pleasant temperature and I sighed as I rested against the wall, letting the water drain away my misery.

Why had Salizar bonded with me? It didn’t make any sense. He basically said it was because he’d wanted to, but a vampire as old as him didn’t just act out like that. He must’ve had a reason. A reason I very much doubted I would be privy to. I tried to think back to before he’d bitten me—the first time—and all we’d been talking about was our families and why I’d become a hunter. He’d told me how he got turned. Then I told him why the alpha hated me—

My eyes popped open and unbiddenly found Salizar’s gaze through the window. The one that was supposed to be tinted from his side…. Had he claimed me because I was a werewolf’s mate? And most importantly, could he see me now as I showered?

I decided a test was in order. I grabbed some bodywash and began washing myself, then I grabbed my dick and stroked it to full hardness. Once I was sure I’d played with it enough, my head tilted up.

I all but screamed. Zar stood on the other side of the window, his nostrils were flaring, his eyes glowing red as he tracked my hand as it worked my length over.

Well, test done. So why was I still stroking myself?

Turning around—like that would somehow be better—I ignored my now aching dick and continued my shower, intent on leaving the vampire wanting on the other side because fuck him.

As I washed out the shampoo, I swore I heard a soft click, but it was mostly drowned out by the shower. Suddenly, rough hands grabbed me, my eyes falling on Zar as he devoured me with his eyes.

I fought another eye roll. “I can’t even shower in peace?” I drawled, trying to mask my erratically beating heart.

“You can,” he rasped. “But not after giving me a show like that.”

“You weren’t supposed to be able to see me,” I accused.

The bastard just shrugged. “Lucky me, I guess.”

Then his lips were on mine and I forgot how to breathe again.

Chapter Eleven

Salizar

Benjamin was delicious. There were no other words for how perfect his blood tasted on my tongue.

“Zar,” he breathed, or maybe he was begging. I had no idea, honestly. Our bond was forming and while it did, we would both feel insatiable for one another. My lovely human was slowly realizing that as I cupped his ass under the shower spray, one finger grazing his sore rim. He would need less prep now that he was blood bonded to me, but I figured now wasn’t the best time to share that little nifty little trick.

“Please,” he whispered and that was definitely a plea for me to take care of him. My Benji would soon learn that I would do anything for him. He was placed above everyone now, even my master. Also, something I felt would be best shared at a later time.

I placed another kiss on his lips before shooting him a wink and kneeling in front of him. His thigh was fully healed, a perk of us being bonded as well, so I grabbed the pinkening skin as leverage as I began licking his length. Seeing him touch himself had been a wonderous torture. Now I finally got to play around, too, something I’d looked forward to ever since undressing him. Sex was one thing, exploring and playing? Totally different and I craved both. My obsession with the lovely hunter had only heightened after I’d claimed him. Benji would never be able to escape me.

His hand grabbed hold of my hair, tugging unapologetically and I moaned, loving this dominant side of my human. I didn’t waste more time, I sucked him down, swallowing everything and prayed I wouldn’t gag on his lovely dick.