Love Bites (Book one)

Chapter fourteen

*Sven*

I paced around my office, still not able to get the thought of Yasmin out of my head. I had f****d the brains out of half of my harem, and still when she came to mind my c**k would twitch back to life. I had to find a way to get her kicked out of the guard, then she would be forced to return to her maker or join my harem. After meeting with her maker, I knew which choice I would choose. I had gone so far as to ask Martyn to ensure she was partnered with the most obnoxious vampire for her guard duty, but he reported back that she gave him as good as she got which only made me more curious about her.

I needed to get some fresh air, hoping that it would help to clear my crowded mind. Heading down out of my office and down the stairs, I admired the beauty of the sky, noticing that it was almost dawn. I loved the scent that clung in the air at this time, it always seemed to relax me. Some mornings I would sit and watch it rise from my window before closing the black out curtains and retiring.

I tilted my head back, taking another deep intake of the night air when the sound of giggling interrupted my blissful peace. I turned around, storming into the entrance way to find Frankie stumbling with her arm looped with Yasmin’s as the two guards that were meant to be watching over Frankie walked sheepishly behind them.

The two of them were wearing similar tight short dresses, but my eyes were not on Frankie. Seeing Yasmin's body, noticing that she did in fact have yet another tattoo that was on her inner thigh, I could not control myself.

In lightning fast speed, I had Yasmin pinned against one of the doors, her eyes widening as she stared at me and an audible gasp escaped her. “Are you here to guard my daughter or go out and get her drunk, dressed like some kind of night walker?” I growled, my eyes skimming down Yasmin’s body now that it was not hidden under her baggy gym gear and I could see that it was even more desirable than I had imagined.

When she didn’t answer me, I pushed myself harder against her, her body shaking slightly as the ache in my pants returned with a vengeance. I didn’t care if she could feel my arousal pushed against her, it was her fault I was like this in the first place. “Sire!” Frankie finally squealed, running over and tugging at my arm. “It is not Yasmin’s fault, I asked her to come out with me.”

I turned around, staring at Frankie with such a vicious glare that she backed away. “I didn’t ask you!” I bellowed, turning back to Yasmin who was still staring at me like a deer caught in the headlights. “Well, have you got anything to say for yourself?” I yelled.

Yasmin shook her head. “No Master.” She gasped, my length pushing hard against her, wishing that I had her alone in my office so I could bend her over my knee, lift up her tight dress and spank that rounded ass of hers. The way she called me Master did not help things, as I found myself forgetting who and where I was for a moment, cupping her face in one of my hands and tracing her plump lips with my thumb. I did not have to use my power of electricity to be able to feel the spark that travelled through the pad of my thumb at the small amount of contact between us.

Yasmin’s eyes widened even more at my action, but they turned from a look of shock and slight arousal to one of pure fear. I stepped back, allowing her to take a deep breath before I stooped down and whispered against her ear. “If anything happens to Frankie while you are with her, whether you are on duty or not, I will hold you personally responsible.” I took a deep intake of her natural scent, finding that it was just as alluring as the rest of her before I turned and stormed away from her.

A part of me wanted to know why she had been so petrified when I touched her lips, given that I could tell by the way she looked at me that she found me attractive, but I knew I probably would not like the answer. Women did not react that way to me. Women wanted me, needed me more than oxygen. I didn't know if it was my power or aura, but I had never been rejected by a woman I saught after. I headed straight to my tower, knowing that a legion of women would not satisfy my need to know what it felt to have Yasmin wrapped around me, I went to my personal gym. Changing into my workout gear, I started to pound my fists mercilessly into my punching bag.

How could one Sedvey affect me in such a way? If it had been anyone else that Frankie had come home with, I probably would have ignored them, but the chance to have Yasmin’s body pushed tightly against my own was too tempting to pass up. However, my actions had not gone as I had hoped. I wanted her to melt into a puddle before me like most other women did, begging me to allow her into my bed. What I didn’t want was for her to be scared of me!

I punched my punching bag so hard that it flew off of the attachment to the ceiling and went crashing into the far wall, a bolt of lightning shooting from my hand following its path. It was already past dawn and I needed rest, even though I was not safe from my temptation even in my dreams. I picked up my clothes, holding them to my nose and smelling her sweet scent that still clung to them before throwing them across the room as well. Why was I torturing myself in such a way?

I marched to my room, ignoring the guards as I threw the doors open wide before slamming them closed and pulling open the curtains that had been drawn. The sun was peeking over the side of the wall, the streets below me quiet giving the effect that everyone was asleep. The rays of sun that spread across the sky were mesmerising, enchanting, reminding me of the strands of Yasmin’s blonde hair. No!

I yanked the curtains closed, heading to my large ensuite bathroom to take a cold shower. I had to know more about her, I had to know why she had this power over me. Unless that was what it was, some sort of infatuation ability? Something told me that that was not what this was, given vampires only had one and I knew what hers was, but if it wasn’t then I hated to think of what it could mean.

*Yasmin*

I hardly slept a wink, tossing and turning in my bed, my mind clouded with what had happened last night. Up close, the Master was even more magnificent and terrifying, more handsome and much, much more dangerous. When he pinned me to the wall, I thought he might kill me then and there, but then I felt his length push against my bare thigh, his arousal causing my own to start to ache within me. He was yelling and screaming, but I wasn’t scared by that. A part of me felt that he didn’t want to harm me, and it was not just the part that was wanting him to do so much more to me, my dream passing before my eyes.

But when he cupped my face so caringly, his thumb trailing over my bottom lip, sparks went flying through my body and I froze. I was so damaged, so broken that now, s*x to me meant pain, regret, the feeling of being so dirty and used that I would never be able to be clean again. There was a look of concern in the Master vampire’s eyes that did not help me either. The only people who had ever cared for me, had eventually hurt me in some way, even my mother by staying with my abusive father instead of packing a bag and getting us the hell out of there. I rolled over again, hating that even away from Antonio I still was questioning my own emotions and those of the people around me.

Frankie had been so apologetic, stating that she had not seen him react that way before, but something in her eyes told me that she had and that was why she was so scared for me. When I had returned to the dorm, the others were already asleep and Nicole was gone for her day shift, a guards uniform laid out on the top of my trunk. I quickly showered and crawled into bed, only to have sleep elude me.

Eventually, fed up with wrestling with the sheet that covered me, I got out of bed and pulled on my uniform, heading to mess and drinking a blood bag before grabbing Frankie’s dress and shoes, heading to her room. The sun was still setting and it made the entrance way and the artwork that hung on its walls look even more beautiful. Nicole gave me a wide smile as she saw me approaching after ascending the stairs.

“Did you have a nice night last night? We heard the Master shouting at you when we were coming to relieve the night shift.” Her face looked concerned and I was grateful that she did not laugh at me like I am sure Elissa would have if Antonio had treated me in such a way.

“I am fine. Could you give these to Frankie after your shift as I will be relieving you and won’t be able to talk to her?” Just as I finished asking the question, Frankie’s door opened and she stood, rubbing her eyes looking like our conversation had woken her. “Sorry if…”

Frankie waved her hands. “I couldn’t sleep, come in for a minute.” She stepped to one side and I walked inside, placing the dress and shoes on the side before turning back to her. “I really am sorry about last night Yasmin, I know my sire can be a hot head, but you did not deserve to be treated like that.”

“It’s okay, he was right. If anything would have happened to you last night, I would not have been in a state to protect you and that was wrong of me.”

“It was your night off, you can do as you like on your nights off. Hell, you should see what some of the male guards get up to.” When she saw me grimace she let out a small chuckle. “I just don’t want what happened to affect our friendship.”

I shook my head. “It won’t.” I smiled, feeling for the first time since I had been turned, that I really did have a friend, in fact, several friends. “I have to go on duty now. Don’t distract me.” I pointed my finger at her in mock sternness and she made a cross over her heart that I couldn't help but laugh at.