Chapter 5 - Addicted
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Chapter 5 - Addicted
(Theme: "Becky's So Hot" by Fletcher)
Vanilla's POV
I woke up to the soft weight of a sheet tangled around my legs and the slow, steady sound of her breathing. For one disoriented moment, I thought maybe I'd dreamed it all-that kiss, the hands, the heat that carried us so far past the point of no return.
But then I shifted, and the ache low in my body reminded me. No dream. No way out.
Tegan was stretched beside me, bare shoulders rising and falling in sleep, her dark hair fanned across the pillow. Her shirt-the one she'd shoved over my head last night-was crumpled somewhere on the floor. I tugged the sheet higher, guilt flooding me even as my gaze lingered on the curve of her collarbone.
We said friends. This isn't friends. This is... dangerous.
Her lashes fluttered. Our eyes met. And that look-lazy, knowing-made my heart trip over itself.
"Hungry?" she asked, voice hoarse from sleep. The question was casual, but her gaze wasn't. It burned over me, lingering where the sheet slipped.
I should've said no. Instead, my lips parted in silence, caught between guilt and the raw pull of wanting her again.
Tegan's POV
I'd woken in heaven.
Vanilla in my bed, drowning in my sheets, hair messy from my fingers. My mark was on her throat, faint but visible. My pride swelled at the sight of it.
And yet, hell burned just beneath it-because what if she regretted it? What if she slipped away the second I turned my back?
She had no idea what she did to me. No idea how close I was to pulling her against me and never letting go.
When I asked if she was hungry, what I really wanted to say was You're mine now. Say it. But she only stared back, wide-eyed, lips parted.
It was enough to make me harden with want all over again.
Vanilla's POV
Rumors had teeth. By the time we slipped back into the academy, whispers curled down the halls like smoke.
But worse than the gossip was what was happening to me. My skin was electric, humming with a strange kind of magnetism. Eyes followed me-hungry eyes.
At lunch, a vampire girl with a smirk brushed my arm as she passed. The touch shouldn't have made me shiver, but it did. My powers were pulling harder, craving attention I never asked for.
I looked up-and froze.
Tegan's jaw had gone sharp. Her eyes weren't just jealous. They were lethal.
Tegan's POV
I saw the way Vanilla's aura pulled people in. The way that parasite dared to touch her arm like she was available.
A growl tore through me before I could stop it.
I moved. One hand snaked around Vanilla's waist, dragging her flush against me. My voice dropped low, venom-laced as I locked eyes with the vampire.
"Touch her again, and I'll rip your throat out."
The entire dining hall went silent. The girl blanched, retreating fast.
Vanilla stiffened in my hold-but she didn't move away.
Gods help me, I wanted everyone to see. I wanted the world to know she was mine.
Vanilla's POV
That night, I couldn't keep quiet.
"Why do you care so much?" I demanded, pacing her room. My heart pounded. "If we're just friends, why threaten to kill someone for touching me?"
She didn't answer right away. She crossed the room in two strides, grabbed my wrist, spun me into her chest.
Her lips crashed onto mine before I could breathe.
And I didn't want to breathe.
Her hands were everywhere-claiming, memorizing, desperate. The waistband of my pants tugged under her fingers, sparks igniting across my skin.
I kissed back, harder. I shouldn't. I should stop. But gods, I didn't want to stop.
Tegan's POV
Her lips. Her taste. Her body trembling under mine.
I tried to go slow this time, to show her I wasn't just fire and hunger. My fingers traced the curve of her waist, slid under her shirt, worshipped each inch.
She gasped, eyes half-lidded, and I nearly lost it.
"Say it," I whispered against her mouth. "Say you're mine."
She didn't answer. But she didn't let go either. Her nails dug into my shoulders, dragging me closer, closer-until the world burned away.
Vanilla's POV
I should've said no. I should've pushed her away.
Instead, I pulled her down with me into the sheets.
Her lips on my neck. My powers flaring, heat flooding the room like wildfire.
When it was over, we lay tangled together, my heartbeat echoing in my ears.
"Careful," she murmured, brushing her lips over my temple. "You're making it hard to remember we're just friends."
Friends.
But deep down, we both knew-whatever line we'd crossed, there was no going back.
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