Bloodbound Vows: A Companion

Continuous rejection

Layla’s POV

Somehow, when I woke up in the middle of the night, I noticed Sin standing by my windowsill. We bantered back and forth, the tension between us thick in the air. He asked me again not to spar with Noel, the same tired argument that had me rolling my eyes. What’s this guy’s problem? I have continually told him that Noel and I are just friends, yet here we are again, going over the same subject. But then… he bent me over his lap and spanked me.

I wasn’t expecting it, nor was I expecting the heat that rose through my body—the wetness that pooled between my legs. Before I knew it, we were in a mess, with Sin pleasuring me in a way that left me gasping, my mind hazy. My body was still tingling when I insisted he feed from me, but his answer was firm.

“No,” he stated, his eyes darkening in a way that made my breath catch. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. Have you ever even been around my kind for more than a day?”

“No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, yet defiant.

“Then no. I will not bite you before you make the decision of being bound to me forever,” he gritted, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

“Well, you’re ready and willing to bite complete strangers!” I spat back, frustration rising. “What’s the difference?”

“For sustenance,” he growled through clenched teeth, his restraint visibly hanging by a thread. “You don’t understand the gravity of this, Layla. I don’t even know how you can be so okay with your family making you live with an entire kingdom of creatures you don’t even know. It’s dangerous for your kind in my kingdom.”

I scoffed. “I won’t be alone, Sin. Besides, danger is everywhere for me. Listen,” I sighed, gathering my strength. “I have to do this. If I don’t, there’ll be no way to protect my family from hunters. So, I advise you to stop fighting this because, trust me, I can make your life a living hell.”

I stared him down, watching his resolve falter. The conflict within him was clear—his desire for me and the urge to protect me were warring with his fear of what binding me to him would mean. “This was a mistake,” he muttered, his eyes darting between mine and my neck, like a man torn between hunger and regret.

“Mistake,” I echoed, my voice tight as if the word hurt to say. I watched as he backed toward the door, looking for a way to escape the intensity between us. “You i***t,” I said, frustration flaring in my chest. “You came in through the window. If you wish to leave, then leave the way you came in.”

I couldn’t hide my disappointment—the sharp pang of rejection in my chest after he had given me such intense pleasure, only to pull away as if I were some dangerous temptation. Without another word, he hurried out through the window, disappearing into the night like I was something to be avoided—like I was trying to trap him.

If that’s how he feels, so be it. I’ll ignore him from now on. I swear to myself, I will make his life a living hell if he continues to reject me like this. With that thought, I climbed back into bed, exhaustion finally pulling me under.