(JO POV)
Dane's grin was probably meant to ease the anxiety running through me, but only fueled my resolve to resist. "Like hell, I'm not going anywhere with you. You're going to have to drag me, 'cause I'm not moving," I shot back defiantly.
"Well, if that's how you want it," he quipped. Before I could even think of a comeback, I was hoisted into his arms, my fists and feet flailing in protest. But damn, he was strong, strolling through the halls, totally unfazed by my tantrum.
We ended up in his room, the door closing with a sinister click that set every nerve in my body on edge. I was alone with a vampire now, and there was zero I could do about it.
The next thing I knew, I was unceremoniously dumped onto his bed.
"Knock it off, or I'll make you," he warned.
Surprisingly, something in his tone chilled my fiery spirit, a peculiar calm washing over me despite my inner agitation.
Okay, so I despised vampires, but this one... He hadn't been outright cruel, and here I was, utterly at his mercy in his domain.
And fuck, he was undeniably attractive, which was messing with my head big time.
"Good, let's have a real conversation now," he said, easing himself beside me on the bed after removing his jacket and untucking his shirt. He had a new, youthful look to him as he sat beside me and kicked off his shoes, allowing them to fall to the floor beside the bed. More turned before he was 21 teenage guy and less mob boss vampire prince with access to the best tailors in the world.
"I've got nothing to say to you," I snapped back, not ready to lower my guard just yet.
"That's regrettable because, quite frankly, you won't find anyone more understanding of that foul attitude and unattractive sass here," he retorted. Despite his calm demeanor, his observations stung.
"You'd be this pissed too, if you were being treated like property," I countered, the anger and helplessness spilling out of me. It was like a dam had broken, releasing all the pent-up frustration and fear. For the first time since I woke up in the hospital after the accident, I could feel tears forming in my eyes.
To my surprise, he didn't react with irritation. Instead, he seemed to understand, the realization momentarily softening his features before he closed his eyes.
Did he know what it felt like to be treated like property?
It was disorienting to see him as anything other than the enemy.
"So, I'm what, your dinner now?" I asked bitterly, the realization souring my stomach. I hoped my blood tasted as bitter as my stomach felt thinking about it.
"I was hoping," he admitted with a straightforwardness that threw me off.
"And if I say no to being your personal snack bar?" I challenged, still clinging to some semblance of defiance.
He shrugged. "I healed you and took a risk doing so. Thought you wouldn't mind..."
Damn him for making sense. "I've never...you know, let a vampire..." I trailed off, the admission making me feel exposed.
"So, a first-timer. Must be my lucky day," he quipped with a twinkle in his eyes that was impossible to miss.
"Yeah, that's right, I'm a blood-bag 'virgin.' Lucky you. Is that some kind of trophy for male vamps like male humans?" I scoffed, rolling my eyes, trying to deflect my growing unease.
He moved closer, his presence totally overwhelming my senses. "Not like that. It's just...intense for a human, certainly the first time. It's a good thing I knew that beforehand," he clarified. Was he worried about me? About my comfort here?
It sure sounded like it.
"Great, can't wait," I muttered sarcastically, though some of me was curious, despite my better judgment.
Plus, I had little choice anyway.
He sighed. "Look, I need to feed soon, or it'll get ugly. I'll get ugly. I'm old, Jo. Really old. This isn't a game to me. I don't want to hurt you because we pushed this too long," he said, seriousness straining his words, yet there was a warmth there. An odd concern for my well-being strangely coupled with his.
This entire thing was just so... disorienting.
"How...how does it work?" I asked, curiosity starting to overshadow my reluctance.
I wasn't ready for the closeness and undeniable intensity of his presence as Dane mapped the potential sites on my body from which he could draw.
Each touch was a spark, igniting a flood of sensations I'd never felt before. His cool fingers sketched invisible lines across my skin, leaving trails of quivers that seemed to reverberate long after the contact ceased.
First, his fingers hovered at the base of my neck. The mere proximity of his touch to such a vulnerable spot sent a rush of adrenaline through me, mixed with an odd anticipation. "Here," he murmured, "is where it's most direct, most intense. Most...passionate. For both of us."
The way he spoke about it, with reverence nearly, made it appear less like a violation and more like an ancient ritual, connecting us in a way I couldn't fully comprehend as just a mere human.
His hand shifted, sliding down to my wrist. His thumb pressed lightly against my pulse there, a steady beat under his cool touch. "And here, but it's slower, more drawn out. Allows for a slower... far more calming experience."
Despite the giddy boyish anticipation I was starting to notice dancing in his eyes, his voice was a blend of caution and curiosity, testing my reactions carefully.
"For us both?" I whispered, unsure where the question even came from.
He smiled without taking his eyes off my wrist. "Yes, kitten. For us both."
This touch was different and less intimidating than the neck, but it reminded me of the reality of what was to come and what I was agreeing to. I am sure he didn't miss the scar his finger was pressing over. I was well aware of the potential blood flow from that area.
His next move truly tested the limitations of my willpower. As his hand ventured toward my thigh, I tensed, an instinctive reaction to the invasion of my personal space.
His hand halted, hovering just above the fabric of my sweatpants, as he sensed my hesitation. "Shh, it's okay," he cooed, looking up at me. Encouraged by his oddly calm reassurances and those beautiful blue eyes, I reluctantly allowed him to continue.
His fingers traced the path to my femoral artery with a reverence that left me breathless.
The moment his fingers brushed against the spot, a warmth spread through me, a tiny ember of trust glowing in the darkness of my distrust towards vampires. His touch was cautious and respectful, yet infused with a potency that seemed to drag me deeper into the sensations swirling between us.
"And here," he murmured, "is forbidden at the academy because it creates an unparalleled kind of... connection. A certain intimacy that transcends all other human and vampire experience." His explanation held a certain yearning, a longing for something profound that transcended the physical act of feeding. I could hear it subtly in each word as he spoke.
Maybe I was reading this wrong. After all, I was far from a vampire expert, but he seemed to be seeking far more than my blood here.
Each option he laid out before me, with every touch, stirred a storm within. Fear, mingled with fascination, apprehension intertwined with an aching curiousness. The intimacy in his explanations, the deliberate way he navigated my inexperience and consent, left me at the edge of an abyss.
I was teetering between the desire to flee and the urge to leap.
"Does it hurt?" The question slipped out as I tried to make sense of what was happening to me.
What was happening to me?
Why would I ever even consider this?
Was I considering this?
"A momentary sting," he admitted, "followed by a rush of sensation as your body responds, my saliva mingling with your blood will create an experience that's...unique. It's an intensity that borders on euphoria."
His explanation made my eyes and head roll back as a shiver shot through my body. Why in the hell did my body respond like that?
"Don't do that," he said suddenly, making my eyes snap back to him.
Confused, I asked, "Do what?"
"When you tilt your head back like that... Mmmmm... I can see your pulse," he explained, his eyes swirling with frustration and something darker as they rapidly alternated from black to blue. "It's...challenging."
"So, it will hurt? Seriously, don't lie to me," I asked, needing to hear it one more time.
"Just a second. Then it's all endorphins and a rush...An intense rush. My saliva will make you feel...alive. It's intense, but in a good way, I promise. Humans choose to do this daily. Millions of humans wouldn't do it if it were horrible, right?" He explained, his eyes locking with mine. It was a silent plea for trust and consent.
Consent he didn't ultimately need, so I wondered why we were in this dance.
(JO POV)"Please... be careful? Take it slow? I'd rather not be drained dry? I'm not even sure what to say here." I sighed, a mix of resignation and an inexplicable trust in him dawning within me. "It's okay, kitten. You don't have to know what to say right now," he reassured me with a smile. He wasn't even trying to hide that giddy boyish anticipation in his eyes anymore. He said he was ancient, but judging by that look, I wasn't sure of the validity of that claim. It was almost... Endearingly cute. He smiled as he took my hand and pulled me to him, repositioning until he was on his knees on the bed in front of me. He shifted me so I straddled him, his arms wrapping around me. "Don't worry if you scratch me. I'm a big boy... I can take it," he whispered near my ear as my hands found his shoulders. I realized then why he kept calling me kitten. I must have scratched the hell out of him on the way to this room.His charm and disarming confidence coaxed a giggle out of me. The sound
( DANE POV ) Lying there, with a human nestled securely in my arms, I was grappling with an upheaval of emotions that had no right to exist within me. Not after centuries of disciplined existence. For me, feeding on humans has always been a matter of necessity, devoid of any emotional entanglement. It is transactional, a simple exchange between predator and prey. Yet, what transpired with Jo was different. It transcended the mere act of nourishment. It was intimate, filled with an intensity that resonated deep within my ancient soul. As I felt her breathing even out, drifting between wakefulness and sleep, I marveled at the trust she exhibited. To fall asleep in the presence of a vampire, especially after sharing such an intense experience, spoke volumes of her exhaustion...or perhaps her comfort in my presence. My presence, the oldest and likely the most dangerous vampire at the academy. The thought was both baffling and intriguing. Jo was here as a form of punishment, a d
(DANE POV) I extended my hand to her as we made our way to the newbie dorm, a seemingly small gesture but one heavy with significance. "Hold my hand," I proposed, aiming to ward off any potential suitors with a clear signal of my interest, a protective stance against those I deemed unworthy of her.It worked. This act of holding hands transcended mere physical contact. It became our silent assertion of connection. The masters we encountered paid their respects with curtsies, their glances lingering just a bit too long on our joined hands, recognizing the claim I was laying without a need for words.With every step toward the dorm, my protective instincts screamed louder. I fought the duty I owed to the academy and its stringent rules against my urge to assure her of her safety in my absence. Leaving her there clashed violently with everything in me, yet obligations and expectations forced my hand. Still, this fragile yet undeniable bond we'd started to form was not something I was r
(JO POV) Walking into the newbie dorm was a scene straight out of a nightmare. The other girls, like me, were fresh into this twisted reality, huddled in their beds. Their soft sobs pierced the haunting silence, a chilling symphony of despair. Close to my assigned spot was a tiny brunette, her body quaking beneath a blanket too thin to offer any genuine warmth.Gathering every ounce of bravery I possessed, I leaned in and whispered, "What happened to you?"Her answer was a descent into a horror I didn't want to imagine. "They... they just kept biting. Everywhere, even inside," she stammered, the agony in her voice painting pictures darker than the night itself. "And they... didn't stop there..." Her words faded into a silence heavy with unspoken terror. I couldn't help but scan her body, noting the brutal tapestry of bite marks that embellished her skin, each one a testament to the savagery she endured. Seeing those marks, particularly the clusters that marred her inner thighs, sent
(JO POV) When Dane's eyes finally flickered open, the shift was dramatic. The storm I had anticipated and prepared to weather seemed to dissipate as if it had never been. "As much as I'd relish the chance to stay like this, today isn't the day for such indulgences," he remarked.My response, a pout, caught me off guard. My behavior mirrored something far less mature than the seriousness of our situation warranted."Today is pivotal, and I must prepare you for what lies ahead," he elaborated, each word underscoring the seriousness of the impending day, sending an involuntary shiver through me."What's wrong, kitten?" he asked as he observed my reaction. "It's the girls... from the dorm. They shared... their experiences. It's terrifying... what they went through..." I stumbled over the words, the memories of their haunted faces and whispered fears clawing to the surface."Shhh, you're under my care. That won't happen to you," he soothed."But how can you be so sure?" My question was l
(DANE POV) The significance of my responsibility to Jo pressed heavily on me, constantly reminding me of the delicate balance I had to maintain. Given our circumstances, I was acutely aware of the potential for her resentment. Yet, deep down, I hoped that perhaps the structure and discipline I was poised to introduce into her life could prove to be constructive. It was entirely different from her natural inclinations, but there was a chance it could offer her something she had been missing.Feeding was an ever-present concern, yet I found myself treading cautiously, keen not to alarm her further. The act, though essential for me, demanded a sensitive approach to preserve the fragile trust developing between us.Cami's arrival brought with it an anxiety that was hard to ignore. Her barely veiled disdain for Jo didn't escape notice, casting a critical glance my way. "Sire, keeping her isolated isn't a solution. She must come to grips with our world. There are no exceptions," she decla
(DANE POV) As the Masters filed into the room, their eyes momentarily landed on Jo. My posture stiffened, a subtle but clear warning. A low growl escaped, a primal signal that she was under my protection, something I rarely did. The message only took a short time to resonate. Soon, no eyes dared linger on her.Camilla initiated the ceremony. "Does any human wish to declare their Master?" The question hung heavily, an invitation to solidify bonds I'm certain none of these humans actually wanted yet. Among the responses, one of Jo's fellow newcomers chose Dominic. Swiftly, he cloaked her in a robe and presented his wrist, signifying the sealing of their connection.When Camilla demanded the humans disrobe and present themselves, I found myself in a dilemma. With a hesitant motion, I helped Jo shed her robe before swiftly pulling her back into the safety of my arms. It wasn't time for her to stand exposed, not until she was ready, not until she chose me openly as her guardian in this
(DANE POV)"I'll take care of her now. No need for the nurse," I told Cami, lifting Jo into my arms to carry her back to my room.Once we were alone, Jo's pent-up emotions erupted. Overwhelmed by the night's events, she yelled and screamed. I was also shaken, upset that things had escalated beyond my control despite my promises to protect her.Noticing the blood trickling down her body from the bites, I pulled her into my lap, determined to tend to her wounds. Starting with the bite on her wrist, I began to lick the injuries. An instinct to heal her overtaking all other senses. She resisted at first, her body rigid."Just let me do it," I urged her. She reluctantly allowed me to lick her wrist. I continued until I was sure it was no longer bleeding. It would finish healing from my blood flowing in her system. My frustration was real. My eyes were black, and the red veins pulsated rapidly, indicating my internal distress. Noticing Jo's reaction to my state, I halted my actions and apo