Chapter Twenty-One

The day without constant contact with Cuddy was almost unbearable for House, he tried to busy himself with the patient he had been treating, but the slightest thing would remind him of his mate. The perfume she wore, her hair, her eyes, her mannerisms. He desperately wanted to charge down to the ground floor, hole up in her office and plunge himself into her again and again and again until she was screaming under him. He wanted to fill her entire being with himself and revel in the essence of her, intermingling until others wouldn't be able to tell one from the other.

He went to Wilson's office to vent about his burning desire for Cuddy and found the oncologist draining the veins of Cameron. "Shit! Wilson, I thought I told you to wait until she got off of work. I didn't want her to go missing," House said, slightly annoyed.

"Missing by whom? Cuddy is the only one you'd have to deal with if it was found that Cameron wasn't doing her job in the ER."

"Cuddy…" House's eyes glazed over and darkened with lust as he thought about a chance to get her alone. He wanted her, needed her…

"Oh. You're actually trying to behave yourself and keep your distance for a while?" Wilson asked, astounded. "Good for you."

"I know you and Thirteen have already had a 'chance meeting' in the janitor's closet," House growled, fighting back the urge to go and demand Cuddy's body. He wanted to take her on her desk where anyone could walk in and see him marking her as his alone.

Wilson's chuckles brought House out of his day dream. "Sorry. I hope I wasn't taking her away from her work…"

"You're not sorry," House replied. "I wouldn't be sorry either if I took my woman away from her work to ravage that sexy body of hers. God if I hadn't decided to be a gentleman and keep suspicion down…"

"You've never been opposed to breaking rules before." Wilson propped the unconscious female doctor up on his couch.

"Her rules are less important. Mine save lives…particularly ours as far as the current rule is concerned." House sighed. "I need to distract myself. Keep my mind off of her."

"You wanna go out and have a few beers?"

"I'm not leaving the hospital without her," House told Wilson, so unless you've got a few beers stashed in this office, I think that plan is out."

"Where's your team? We could send one of them out for beer," the oncologist suggested.

"Damned horny cretins have gone off to fornicate…except for Thirteen. She's in the patient room right now."

Wilson sighed thinking about Thirteen, his Thirteen. She was beautiful and had been broken, exactly the type he loved. Now that she was undead she was even more beautiful, though no longer broken, but Wilson could survive with that sacrifice, he had decided. "Well, I don't know what to tell you. There's still Chase to turn. You could do clinic hours or watch General Hospital."

"What makes you think I like clinic any better now that I can't kill myself rather than listen to the complaints of someone who has a runny nose or herpes?" House asked. "I'll settle for ripping in to Chase's throat, I suppose." House sighed and turned toward the door. "You want to come with me? You can hold him down…you've had enough warm blood from Cameron, though, so don't get any ideas."

Chase was in surgery when House and Wilson caught up with him. They stood in the observation room watching him work until he got a free minute. "I need to see you when you're done here," House told him over the speaker. The Aussie nodded his compliance and went back to work, so House and Wilson went back to the diagnostics office. "We'll be taking Chase in a little while," He told Thirteen who was waiting in the office with news of the patient. "You can join if you'd like."

"Great," she said, licking her lips as her eyes darkened. "The patient is responding to steroids. You made the right diagnosis."

"I know," House replied, settling himself down in his chair. "Are Kutner, Taub, and Foreman back yet?"

"No," Thirteen said with a smirk. "But I heard distinctly pleased noises coming from exam room two when I went downstairs and Rayne is 'checking on Coma Guy.'"

"Well at least Kutner had the sense to use an excuse. No one will believe Taub wanted Foreman for a consult that lasted two hours and included a moaning patient who just kept screaming 'more!'" House said, rolling his eyes. His two companions snickered and the three waited for Chase's arrival while gazing up at House's television.

Chase arrived, straight from surgery just as General Hospital ended. "You wanted to see me?" he asked upon entering House's office. Wilson got up to lock the doors and close the blinds and Thirteen approached him seductively.

"He wants to see us together," she said in a low, dangerously sexy voice as she rubbed Chase's chest.

"W-what?" Chase squeaked. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth to speak again when Thirteen covered her lips with her own. While she was distracting the blonde, House came up behind him and sank his fangs into the tender artery that held Chase's life blood. Chase went weak after a few moments and House took him half way before letting Thirteen take over. The young woman drank thirstily at his life force, draining him, then eased him gently into the soft chair in the corner.

"I can use you," House told her, eyes flashing. She licked the last droplets of blood off of her lips and returned his smile.