Her nails cut into the skin of my back. “Do it. Bite me.”

Instead, I swirled my tongue around the shell of her ear and briefly nibbled on the lobe. My thrusts were still teasingly slow, and her body was quivering with need and frustration. I spoke into her ear. “Are you ready to beg yet?” I gave her another agonisingly slow thrust and she mewled in frustration. “What is it, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“You know,” she bit out.

“I do, but I want to hear you say it.” I licked over her pulse and nipped it gently before sucking at it once more.

She actually f**king growled at me. “I want it harder. Faster.”

“Then beg. Beg me to give it to you, and I will.”

She slapped my shoulder instead. “You can be such a f**king twat! You know I don’t like begging!”

“And I don’t like hearing my mate tell someone to cut our bond,” I said softly. There was no judgment in my voice, but there was a pain I couldn’t hide.

Sorrow flashed in her eyes. “You know why I did it.”

“But it’s not something you’ll ever do again, is it?” The question was rhetorical, but she still shook her head in answer. “Good girl. Now…give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want.”

There was a lengthy pause before she muttered, “Please.”

I reared back and slammed into her, wrenching a loud groan from her. “Like that?”

“More.”

“I’ll give you more. And you’ll take it.” Without leaving her body, I sat upright, keeping her tight against me. I kissed her hard – it was too hard, too rough, but I couldn’t soften it. Gripping her hips, I lifted her until only the head of my c*ck was lodged inside her, and then I impaled her hard. She tried to take over, but I shook my head. “All I want from you is those eyes.” The second her lids flipped open and those aquamarine eyes tinted with mercury met mine, I began ruthlessly slamming her up and down on my cock.

She threaded her fingers through my hair and held tight, trusting me to give her what she needed. I bent her backwards just enough to suck a hard nipple into my mouth. She had the most perfect pair of br**sts – I’d been obsessed with them since day one. I bit down on her nipple, and her blood gushed into my mouth. As I drank, I moved one hand from her hip to her other breast, zapping the nipple with my thumb. Her muscles clenched and rippled around my c*ck each time and, f**k, it felt too good.

“Jared, I’m gonna come.”

That was fine with me, because I could feel the telling tingle in the bottom of my spine and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. I released her nipple and pulled her flush against me. “Tell me you’ll never leave me, Sam,” I demanded in a tone unintentionally harsh. “Say it.”

“I won’t leave.”

Slipping a hand between our bodies, I sought out her cl*t with my thumb. “You’re mine, Sam. Mine to keep. Remember that.” A few zaps to her cl*t were all it took: those aquamarine eyes went blind with pleasure and her entire body tightened around me. She bit the crook of my neck and my cl**ax thundered through me, seeming to go on and on and on.

Her whole body sagged against mine when she finally stopped drinking. “Love you,” she slurred against my neck.

I dropped a kiss on her shoulder. “And I love you, baby. More than anything.” And for that reason, I’d need to tell her about the vision that I’d had through Luther. There was no denying that I should have told her before we Bound, but I’d panicked that it would make her change her mind. That same sense of panic was still with me now, but it was wrong to keep this from her. She deserved to know. I just had to hope and trust that this wouldn’t change anything, had to trust in her.

Smoothing her hair away from her face, I said, “I need to tell you something.”

Lifting her head to meet my gaze, she arched a questioning brow. I sensed her sudden unease, but it wasn’t visible in her expression.

“I’ve never told you about the vision that I had through Luther, have I?”

She blinked, her unease replaced by extreme curiosity. “No, I don’t think you did.”

“It was when I was made a commander within the legion that Antonio offered for me to have a vision. I was originally going to turn the offer down. I’ve never believed that things are pre-destined, and I didn’t like the idea that I wasn’t in control of my own fate. But I was curious.”

Sam smiled. “It was curiosity that made me accept the offer as well.”

“In my vision…” I hesitated, scared – yes, f**king scared – of how she’d react.

Sensing my fear, she tightened her hold on me and shot me a look of concern. “Jared, whatever it is, just tell me.”

I took a deep breath. “In my vision, I was standing on a podium in one of Antonio’s parlour rooms. And he was announcing that he would be stepping down as Grand High Master and…I knew in the vision that I would be replacing him, even though I didn’t hear him say it. But when the vision ended, I just laughed. I hadn’t believed that it would ever happen in a million years.” Because no one had ever made me feel important, no one had ever made me think that I’d ever be given a role like that. “I wondered if maybe Luther’s visions were more like methods of motivating people. One thing I was sure of was that it would never come true.”

“But then Antonio later made you Heir.”

“I almost refused. I didn’t like the idea that it made me close to the fate that I’d seen in that vision. I wanted to be in control of my own path. But I also thought that that was a stupid f**king reason to turn down Antonio.”

Obviously confused about where I was going with this, she pursed her lips. “So you haven’t mentioned this before because…you didn’t like that it was coming true?”

If only it were that f**king simple. “I didn’t mention it before because…Sam, I was alone on that podium. You weren’t there. Nobody was.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. “Oh.”

When all I sensed from her was shock and she didn’t try to move away, I continued. “I wasn’t alone and grieving someone, so it wasn’t that I’d had you and then somehow lost you in that future that I’d seen. I was alone and I was okay with it.” I watched her face carefully, searching for any sign that she would pull away. Not that I’d let her pull away, but I’d need to be ready to pin her down if it came to that. “I never told you about it before we Bound because I was worried that if I did, you would take it as some kind of sign that we weren’t meant to be together, that our futures weren’t supposed to collide or something.”

Mixed in with her shock was now confusion, but there was thankfully none of the apprehension or disquiet that I’d expected. “You never thought that that was what it meant?”

I cupped her face. “The point is…I didn’t care if it did. I didn’t care if it meant that the only way I’d ever one day replace Antonio was if I was alone. I still don’t. I’m not giving you up.”

She was quiet for a minute. “What you’re saying is…you knew when you Bound with me that you could very well be working against a future in which you ascended?”

“Yes, I knew it, and I didn’t care. No one and nothing could have made me stay away from you. I wanted you, needed you, and I had every intention of Binding with you – even if that meant that someone else would take over from Antonio. I just wanted you.”

She blinked, still more shocked than anything else. Again there was a short silence. “So when you say that I come first to you, you really do mean it, don’t you?”

“Finally she gets it.”

That got a smile from her, but then her expression turned speculative. “Are you sure you didn’t pursue me so hard because you were fighting the idea of your fate being controlled?”

It was hard not to feel sorry for her when she came out with crap like that. “Sam, if that was the case, I wouldn’t have accepted the position of Heir, would I?” My tone said ‘duh’.

“And none of this ever gave you any doubts about Binding with me?” Pure and utter disbelief coated her words.

“No. Not one.” I rubbed my nose against hers. “I don’t know why you weren’t in that vision. You told me that you’d been in Evan’s vision, and I know that he had his vision around the same time that I had mine. So it couldn’t have been that your future as a vampire was unsure at that time.”

She shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe it was that our future together was uncertain.”

“That makes no sense to me. From the second I saw you, I wanted you. Even knowing on some level that you’d turn my life upside f**king down, I was determined to have you. And after the first kiss, I was f**king hooked. Believe me when I say that I’ve explored every possible theory as to why you weren’t in that vision and I haven’t come up with squat. The important thing right now is that you aren’t going to take the vision as a sign that we shouldn’t be together or some stupid shit like that.”

She scrutinised my face. “Why have you told me this? I can sense just how much you’re panicking that I’ll do a bunk. Why tell me about the vision?”

“I don’t like keeping things from you. I don’t want lies – not even lies of omission – between us. I don’t want there to be anything that can eat away at the bond, and it didn’t feel right to keep this from you. I’m trusting that you won’t leave.”

And that was a damn difficult thing for me to do, because my two greatest fears were that something would happen to her or that she would leave. Honestly, it was still a shock that she had given me a chance to begin with, considering that I’d been a total a**hole when she first arrived at The Hollow. The fact that she Bound with me still boggled my mind because I just found it too difficult to accept that she’d always care for me. I knew my faults, knew how f**ked up I was. And when your own mother couldn’t love you, it made it hard to believe that anyone else would. Yet, here Sam was. And she thought I’d let her go? The crazy bitch wasn’t going anywhere. If she believed differently, then she was crazier than I thought.

She stroked the tip of her finger over my bottom lip. “Thank you for trusting me. It means a lot to know that you do.” She knew me well enough to know just how big it was for me to place trust in another person. “I don’t care about the vision, Jared. I’m here and I’m staying.”

It didn’t sound like there was a ‘but’ coming. Still, I needed to be sure that she wasn’t going to try fighting me on this. “You’re not stupidly worried it means something bad?”

“No. Besides, I know that you would choose to be with me over replacing Antonio if you were made to choose. So I have nothing to worry about, do I?”

A relieved smile spread across my face. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about.” I licked at the seam of her mouth, coaxing her to open for me. When she did, I plunged my tongue into her mouth, stroking her own, drinking her into me. It was a few minutes before I finally pulled back. By then, I was hard all over again. Gently, I lifted her and slowly impaled her on me once more. We both groaned. “All that other stuff means nothing if you’re not with me.”

She swiveled, pulling another groan from me. “I told you, I’m here and I’m staying.”

I snorted, slowly impaling her again. “Like I’d have let you go anywhere. It just meant that I would have had to tie you to the bed for a while, keep you prisoner until you changed your mind about leaving me.”

She brushed her mouth over mine, doing another swivel. “That actually sounds like it would have been fun, but it won’t be necessary. I love you; I ain’t going anywhere unless you’re coming with me.”

I flexed my c*ck inside her. “Oh I’ll be coming.” I laid her down on the sheet and then gently rolled so that she was straddling me. I let her take the lead this time; it was slow, but still deep, and I came as hard as I always did.

When the aftershocks finally subsided, she sighed. “Now take us back to bed before any sand makes its way into places it has no right being.”

I chuckled, bringing her to lie flat against me. “Hold on tight.” I meant more than just right then, and she knew it.

Her face softened. “Always.”

Chapter Nineteen

(Sam)

Where the bloody hell was Jared? As I scanned the crowded parlour room wherein soft piano music was playing and smartly-dressed vampires were standing around drinking champagne-flavoured NSTs, I was reminded of the reception of my Binding ceremony. This type of posh, formal gathering wasn’t at all my thing, but it was part of the build-up to the Coronation, so there wasn’t a lot I could do about it. Yep, in under an hour’s time, Jared and I would be officially declared the Grand High Pair.

Note to self: When Jared and I step down from our positions, make the pre-party to the Coronation fun.

It had been three weeks since the attack on The Hollow, and with the help of hundreds of volunteers, the place was miraculously back to its original state – if not better. There were slight differences here and there. The main difference was that half of the mansion was now office space. When Antonio had heard that Jared and I didn’t want to move into the mansion – it just wouldn’t have felt right to us, it seemed too much like Antonio’s home – he had insisted on minimising his ‘living quarters’. He felt that us having individual work space in the very centre of the community placed significance on our role in The Hollow.