Contract Bound (Blood Bound, #1)

by Elle Mae

“I refuse your deal. Don’t bring it up again unless you want this through your throat,” I threatened. “Think about it,” she responded, almost daring me to act on my threats.

Ever since I had seen the way she glared at me, with so much hate and anger boiling under her skin, I knew I had to have her.

“If we want to fuck you shouldn’t stand in the way,” I said, glaring at him. “I have everything under control.”

I was growing more frustrated by the minute. Silvia had finally let me touch her, and I understood what I had been missing out on this entire time that she was near me. The taste of her on my tongue, and the smell of her blood rushing through her face as she flushed under my attention, was something I would not soon forget. Even now my mouth watered thinking about how eager and wet she was for me.

She was fire and passion wrapped into one volatile package. She had no problem disobeying me or Father, and I doubt there was anyone on this planet that could make her bend to them. That was the type of person that made my heart pound and my blood heat. Human or not, she was the perfect match.

“What if I like this one?” I ventured. Gillard’s eyes snapped up to meet mine. I did not back down, I wanted to show him how serious I was.

I wanted her, so badly. . . but I didn’t want Gil to get hurt, and I knew that if there was any ounce of responsibility in me I would need to stop this and focus on bettering myself for the transfer of power. . . . but even so, I couldn’t get her out of my mind.

“I didn’t know your kind disliked each other,” Silvia said. There was a lightness to her tone that made my stomach flip. She was teasing me and I fucking loved it.

Silvia’s eyes had a fire in them once more, and she stared at me with the hatred and defiance that caused my entire body to vibrate with excitement and need.

A sweet scent filled the air and I almost moaned aloud as the scent reached me. Little Silvia was thinking of the night we shared after the party. I sent her a smirk, unable to help myself. “I hope you can play the part again,” I said and reached over to tug on the end of her ponytail. “Try not to fall in love with me.”

With a smile, I got up and turned so that she wouldn’t see me pressing the back of my hand to my mouth. My fangs were aching as her smell blossomed, and I knew that if I didn’t get this solved before the next event, I would be fucking screwed.

She lifted her nose in the air and took a deep inhale. Her eyes turned red and her head snapped toward me. “Who did you see today?” she growled. “The captain,” I responded and lifted my eyebrow at her. What is her deal? “You lie,” she growled and pushed off her chair to cross the room in record time. I stood still, rooted to my spot. Fear pricked at my spine, but I tried not to show it. She stopped in front of me and sniffed my right shoulder. “You saw Vance,” she concluded.

“Do you have to do this every time?” I asked. “This is the only time I am allowed to see you in that skimpy dress of yours,” she said. “I wouldn’t miss that for anything.”

Her tone was playful but her eyes were sharp and watched me like a hawk.

Her tongue swiped across her lips, and I found myself wanting to lean forward and taste her. “If you wanted to see more, you could’ve just asked.” She chuckled and began pulling at her shirt. “Stop,” I said and rushed to get out of bed. Her long fingers circled around my wrist and we were suddenly back in the same position we were weeks ago. Me in between her legs, and her staring at me as if she was ready to devour me.

“Your hair looks good down.” Her voice was husky as she spoke. Her hand gripped the hair at the base of my neck, forcing me to expose my neck to her. She leaned forward and dragged her wet tongue across my neck.

“Even without using my fangs I can taste how sweet your blood could be,” she mumbled against my neck. Her voice sent shivers down my spine. “I want to taste it so bad.”

“I am going to kill you one day,” I muttered, but could not find the stre...

“Would you let me taste you?” she asked and nibbled on my neck before sucking the already wet skin. Pleasure shot through me and I had to grip her shoulders to steady myself. “I would treat you so well. You wouldn’t even feel anything.” “I wouldn’t let any vampire bite me,” I growled. “Especially not you.”

“Don’t shower,” Keir called back, giving me a shit-eating grin just before my door was slammed shut.

“What will your friends think when they see you on my arm?” she whispered in my ear. “Will they be just as disgusted as you, or do you think they will be jealous?”

“You shouldn’t have showered my scent off,” she said in a dangerous tone that sent shivers up my spine. “You shouldn’t have scented me in the first place,” I countered. “You liked it,” she whispered, leaning forward so her lips were at my ear. “My offer still stands you know.” “I don’t want it,” I lied.

Here, so close to me, she was already making my body react in shameful ways.

“I want it,” she whispered. “I’ve been thinking about the way your face looked when I took you that night.”

“The way you tasted,” she continued “The delicious lies you told me as you came on my hand.”

“Stop it,” I snapped. “Aren’t you afraid that they will smell me?” “So you admit I turn you on,” she teased.

“I want them to smell,” she admitted. “I want them to know how much my date wants me.”

“I think it would be really good for me,” she said with a small chuckle. “And if my plan works well enough, I can take you into one of the rooms and eat that wet cunt of yours until you forget your own name.”

“She didn’t scent you, so I assume she mustn’t care that much.” I almost let out a sigh at his words. “But the way she is glaring daggers at me right now tells me otherwise.”

“Gil, I will guard her,” Keir said. “Go get her a drink to calm her nerves. I can hear her heart across the room.”

She grabbed the chair closest to me and pulled it over so she could sit with me. “What?” I snapped, not liking the way she looked at me. “I am disappointed that I can’t smell how much you want me anymore,” she mock whined.

I rolled my eyes at her. This is what she was on about now? “I never wanted you,” I muttered, wanting to give her a glare but knowing better.

“Give me your hand,” she ordered. I paused. “For the pretending, of course.” “Fine.” I gave her my right hand and she turned it over so my pulse was facing her. Her eyes gleamed as she brushed her lips against the inside of my wrist. They stayed there for a second too long and parted her lips, her to...

“You touched what is mine,” I growled and raised the large wood piece above me. “And I will make you pay for it.”

“She is mine and therefore a part of my clan. Do you understand now? You took from my clan, fed from her without permission.”

“I think it’s time your vampire helped you clean those.” My vampire, it was funny to think about, but I didn’t dwell too hard on it.

“I am going to have to stop the bleeding with my venom,” she said as she knelt in front of me. Seeing Keir on her knees before me stirred me. Someone as high-ranking as her in this world shouldn’t bring herself down to my level, but here she was doing it anyway.

“What do you mean, ‘If it’s too much’?” I asked. Her eyes shifted to mine, and then back to my neck. “I have been. . .” she cleared her throat. “I haven’t had fresh blood since I stopped going out, and I am. . . very thirsty.”

A warmth started to coil in my belly thinking about what Keir would look like out of control.

“I am going to kill him,” she growled. The sound of the chair’s fabric ripping filled the air. “Slowly, painfully, and I’ll make him beg for your forgiveness just before I take his life.”

“You were overwhelmed by your reaction to the venom, it’s okay,” she said. “Please don’t say sorry about this. You weren’t in your right mind.”

“One down,” she said against my skin. “God, you taste so good.”

Her hand pulled at my hair and forced me to bare the other side of my neck to her. When she leaned forward this time, instead of licking the wound, she planted a sizzling kiss to it, pulling a strangled moan out of my mouth.

“Ah, fuck,” I groaned as her thumb circled and two fingers pushed themselves into me. She used her hand to cover my mouth and disconnected herself from me. Her red eyes and bloodstained mouth turned me on further, and I felt myself clamp down on her fingers. She pumped in and out of me, and I spread my legs for her. Her strokes were gentle at first, but as they turned harder I couldn’t keep the moans inside me.

“You hate me, remember?” she said in a low tone. “You hate my kind, you wish we were all dead. Remember?”

“I hate you,” I said against her hand. “And you are going to remember that out there,” she growled. “You will sneer at me, call me names, tell me you hate me. Do you understand?” “Fuck,” I groaned against her hand and threw my head back as I felt my orgasm cresting. “Say it,” she commanded. “Say you understand.” “Fuck, fuck, I understand,” I groaned against her hand. “Please, please, Ke⁠—”

She removed her hand from my mouth to lift my leg and place it on the arm of the chair, baring me to her. “God look at how wet you are,” she breathed as her eyes focused on my exposed pussy. She slowed her pace and used her free hand to spread my folds. “Beautiful.”

Each thrust, each brush against my clit, sent bursts of pleasure through me that were too much for me to handle.

“Now cover your mouth so they don’t hear you come on the hands of the person you hate,” she growled.

I covered my mouth and was rewarded with her pounding into me at an unimaginable pace. I couldn’t even scream as my orgasm racked my body. I went to...