LOGINHis cold hand gently brushed my cheek as he turned my head to expose my neck. I flinched when his lips met my skin. "Relax," he murmured. "It will only hurt more if you are tense." I tried to steady my breathing just as his fangs sank into my neck. I gasped. But the sharp pain quickly melted into that same strange pleasure from before. The heat that flooded my entire body pooled in my groin. My teeth clamped down on my lower lip to stop myself from making any embarrassing sounds. But a soft moan escaped anyway. Jude pulled back slightly with blood—my blood—on his lips. "You seem to be enjoying this," he smirked before glancing down at my bulge. My face burned with shame as I realized then that I was hard. "It's not... I don't..." "Your body can't lie, Raymond." He leaned back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "And neither does mine." *** All Raymond White wanted was a dream job, and he got a once-in-a-lifetime offer from the biggest company in the city. But he didn’t expect that it would come at a costly price—His blood, his body, and his sanity. His boss, Jude Perez, was no ordinary man—he was a vampire, and now that he had set his fangs in Raymond, he didn’t want to let go. Bound by a contract and a mystical pact, Raymond becomes Jude’s latest obsession, and Raymond is left to battle with the wave of arousal that comes with each bite, one that could only be quelled by the man he who stripped him of his freedom? Will Raymond resist the forbidden bond? Or will he succumb to Jude’s temptation?
View MoreJude’s POV“Morning’s quiet for once,” Raymond said, light already spilling through the broken-in windows.“Feels wrong,” I muttered, dragging on a shirt, the soft cotton still smelling of smoke and metal. “No alarms, no assholes trying to kill us.”He grinned, brushing my arm. “We earned it.”“Damn right.” I looked out across the stronghold. The ruins finally looked alive again—market stalls half-built, kids running where we’d once fought. The world breathing again.“You thinking about the blade?” he asked, joining me by the window.“Always. Thing started all this.”“It ended it too.”“Yeah,” I said, watching the sunlight flare off the rebuilt tower. “Guess that’s balance.”Dante’s boots thudded behind us. “You two lovebirds up yet? There’s breakfast—or something that pretends to be breakfast.”Raymond laughed. “If it’s your cooking, I’m skipping.”“Smart man,” Dante said, clapping him on the back. “But eat anyway. Akira says we’re toasting the end of the world at noon.”“End of the
Raymond’s POVMorning light crept across the stone floor like it had finally chosen to forgive this place. It caressed the walls of our repaired chambers in the fortress, soft gold oozing through the gaps Jude still hadn’t filled. He constantly stated, “Let the light remind us what we survived.”I blinked awake to the sound of him talking over a skillet. The stench of burning eggs hit first.“Ray,” he murmured, voice scratchy with sleep. “Don’t you dare say anything about the smoke.”I sat up, stretching till my shoulders split. “Wasn’t gonna. I was just going to compliment the… um, texture?”He flashed me a look over his shoulder—part threat, half smirk. “Texture’s fine. You’re eating it anyway.”That’s Jude. Gruff as hell, but there’s a warmth under every cuss word. He pushed a plate in front of me and leaned against the counter, like he wasn’t watching for my reaction. I forked a bite, chewed dramatically, and nodded.“Perfect,” I said. “Tastes like victory and mild carbon.”He lau
Jude's POVThe house was too quiet.Way too quiet.The kind of silence that was dense, heavy, and strange, like fog. The wind always sounded odd when it hissed at the windows, like a whisper that didn't belong there.I stood in the middle of the room with no shirt on and runes carved into the floor around me. I could sense Raymond's power, a faint silver light, shimmering in the air and throbbing across my skin like a heartbeat. The last piece of the curse was buried deep inside me. It was eating away at the edges of my thoughts.Raymond moved quietly behind me. I knew it was him without even turning around. His warmth and the subtle pulse of his energy, which had been as familiar as my own breath, were palpable to me.He muttered, "You're trembling."I let out a quiet sigh. "Not out of fear."He turned to look at me, his face exhibiting a mixture of fierce resolve and fear. "Isn't it still inside you? The hunter's thing. "Yes." My voice sounded harsh. "It is inextricably linked
Raymond’s POV“Stay behind me,” Jude growls, shadows sliding across the cracked stone. “That bastard’s still breathing.”“I’m not hiding,” I say, voice rough. “This ends with me.”“Hell it does,” he mutters, stepping forward, eyes burning red. “You think I’m letting some ghost from your past take another swing?”The air’s heavy with smoke and relic dust. The ruins of the cache still glow faint, blue veins pulsing like dying stars. Every breath tastes like iron.“He’s close,” Akira says, low. Her eyes scan the darkness. “Tracks go through that archway. Burn marks—same weapon type.”“Seraphin steel,” I whisper. “Old pattern.”“Then it’s personal,” Dante grunts. “Let’s smoke him out.”I shake my head. “No. I face him first.”Jude turns to me, jaw tight. “Ray—”“This is mine,” I say. “He came for me. For what I am.”Jude’s shadows twitch. “Then I’m right beside you.”“Always,” I say.He gives a low, dark laugh. “Damn right.”We step through the arch. The air shifts—cold, sharp. The Master
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