Bloodbound Vows: A Companion

Unhinged

Sin

I could feel myself losing control, an overwhelming desire to punish her flooding my senses. I wanted to taste her, to pleasure her until all she could do was scream my name—loudly enough for Noel to hear. He might not see her the way I do, but watching him touch my companion ignited a primal rage within me, one that made me want to rip him limb from limb. Best friend or not, he was playing a dangerous game, especially when she was training in nothing but a sports bra that held her breasts perfectly and accentuated her natural curves. f**k, she was gorgeous.

The craving for her was becoming insatiable. I’d taken a flask of blood to keep the monster at bay, but nothing could quell the hunger building inside me. Her scent drove me crazy. I couldn’t allow myself to love Layla; indulging in the taste of her—her body, her blood—would tie me to her irrevocably. She thought she understood what it meant to be my companion, but she’d be in danger, not just from humans but from the supernatural world as well. She would lose her humanity, morphing into someone unrecognizable.

I’d lived a long life, and I wasn’t the easiest person to be around. I feared I would resent her for allowing me to suffocate her light, turning her into darkness. She would hate me for the reckless decisions I might make. I just didn’t know if she could handle all of this.

I opened her window and hopped in, watching her sleep. She stirred, sensing me, before peeking one eye open. “Sin,” she breathed, a mix of surprise and curiosity. “How did you get in here?”

I smirked, leaning against her window frame. “I’m a vampire; anything’s possible.”

“What do you want? Came to rub the little bimbo scene in my face more?”

“No,” I replied, the tension thickening the air between us. “I came to tell you I hated seeing you spar with Noel earlier.”

“He’s just a friend, like he’s your friend… Why do you care anyway?”

“Because you’re going to be mine soon. And once you are, I won’t be able to stop myself from bending you over my knee, ripping your panties, and spanking your ass hard for not listening to me.”

“I wouldn’t dare let you—” she started to say, but before she could finish, I yanked her over and bent her over my knee. My groin tightened when I realized she was in nothing but a large T-shirt and her panties.

“What do you think? Shall I give it a test right now?” Unable to stop myself, I pulled my hand back and smacked her ass cheeks.

“Ohh,” she gasped, the sound igniting a fire within me. “You won’t spar with Noel again, yeah?” I asked, and when she shook her head, I smacked again, watching her plump ass turn red under my hand.

Then, I noticed the wet spot forming in her panties. “Ohh, my little kitten, you like this?”

“N-no,” she stammered, but I could smell her arousal, her essence dripping down her legs as she whimpered. My pants tightened even further. Her blood smelled extra sweet, intoxicating me. Before I could think twice, I threw her onto the bed and wrapped her thighs around my neck.

“May I?” I asked, my voice low and thick with desire.

“I’m a virgin,” she blurted out, eyes wide.

“Don’t worry, baby, I won’t take you tonight; that’s for when you’re mine. But I can pleasure you in other ways.”

She nodded, a small, eager motion that sent a jolt of excitement through me. Without hesitation, I plunged my face into her core, my tongue lapping up her sweet nectar.

“Ohhh, S-Sin,” she moaned, shuddering out my name as her legs shook uncontrollably. “Yes, baby, say my name.”

I pulled my mouth from her leaking core, slowly inserting my fingers inside her while my mouth returned to her c**t. She began to grind against my face, the rhythm driving me wild.

“Oooh fuc*, I think I’m gonna—” she gasped.

“Y-yes,” she panted, and I latched back onto her, rocking her hips back and forth, finding the perfect spot before she burst. She screamed my name, and I lifted myself up to kiss her passionately, my lips trailing to her neck. My fangs grazed her shoulder, the urge to taste her blood thrumming through me.

“Why haven’t you tasted my blood yet?” She asked, her voice a low growl.

“You’re not ready,” I answered, though I was straining against the desire.

“How would you know what I’m ready for?”