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Chapter 4

Raven was tossed on the bed. She didn't have time to take in her surroundings, nor did she care to. The haze racked her body, causing her to focus on one thing.

"I want it," she demanded, sitting up slightly and grabbing the shirt of the man in front of her.

The man kissed her as she fell on top of the bed, and he on top of her.

It was a sloppy kiss full of bumpy teeth and clumsy tongue until one of his cold hands grabbed her chin. He held her face in place. His tongue now glided smoothly in and out of her mouth, teasing her tongue and the roof of her mouth, while his other hand pushed up her dress.

She moaned and twisted beneath, needing and wanting more. She brushed against the tent in his pants.

"Shoot," the man hissed as his hand left her chin.

She whimpered at the loss of fleshly contact.

"Give me a second." He pushed her dress up to her waist with both hands, displaying black panties, before his hands slid down to her hips.

His touch caused her skin to tingle, adding fuel to her core.

"Now." She lifted her hips and widened her thighs.

Gripping her hips tighter, he rubbed her throbbing core against the hard bulge in his pants.

"More." She cried, moving her hips as much as his grip would allow, while tears fell down her eyes.

The man didn't say anything. He adjusted their bodies and thrusted forward.

"Yes, there!" Her hips matched his movement.

"Here?" His bulge rubbed against the spot again.

"Yes, yes, yes." She repeated as he continued to hit the spot. Her toes curled in the air and back bowed. She screamed.

Yet he continued to move, picking up speed and hitting the spot that was now oversensitive. With one last thrust, he went over the edge, carrying her along with him.

He let go of her hips and fell on top of her. His harsh breathing tickled her neck as half of the mating haze left her.

Her eyes widened as three realizations came to her: 1) the identity of the man, 2) that he was experiencing the mating haze as well, 3) what was going to happen next.

"Jason," she whispered, turning her head to see the blackened eyes of her ex-teammate. Her heart sped up.

After cumming once, most beings under the influence of the mating haze would gain some control of their mind and body. However, vampires were different due to the cold blood that ran through their vessels. In order for a vampire's sperm to impregnate a woman, their body's temperature must rise to a certain temperature. However, it took a week of constant sex for a vampire to reach that temperature.

Thus, during a vampire's mating haze, every time that a vampire reached their climax, the haze's grip on them became stronger.

"Raven," he whispered before bringing her head closer for a kiss. She wanted to resist, but the strength of a vampire was more than hers. Yet she tried anyway.

Because vampires have a long mating haze, their saliva acts as an aphrodisiac during that time so that their partner could keep up with the vampire's stamina.

"Raven," he whispered against her lips after fueling the passion inside of her. Her lust now matched his. "You smell delicious."


She did.

Jason tried to recall if she ever smelled this good in the past, but his mind was consumed by the smell that radiated from her skin.

He lifted some of his weight off from her as he buried his nose against her chest. It didn't stay there long. Instead, it traveled downwards where her scent was the strongest.

He paused on the wet spot on her underwear.

He couldn't explain, but there was a war going on in his mind.

Should he touch her or not?

But that question was put on hold as an annoying smell entered his nostrils. The scent of another vampire was on Raven's panties.

He tore the underwear off of her, causing her to gasp, and threw them behind him.

He stared at the pretty honeycomb that was dripping with sweet-smelling honey.

He didn't know if he should touch her or not, but he knew from her smell that he had to taste her.

"Jason?" Her honeycomb poured out more of its liquid.

His eyes gazed at Raven's glowing pink face. His dick tightened and mind filled with only thoughts of endless pleasure.

Was Raven part siren? How come he didn't notice before?

He stuck two fingers inside of his mouth up to his knuckles, covering it with his aphrodisiac saliva, while he stared at her. Once they were wet enough, he took it out of his mouth and eased them into her honeycomb.

The honeycomb tightened around his fingers before it began twitching uncontrollable against it. He couldn't wait to be inside of her, but first he needed a taste.

He lowered his head as the free hand revealed the small bud from its hiding place. He greeted it with a peck. Kissing it two more times, he bit it lightly against his teeth, causing Raven to jerk, before licking the pain away. Alternating between biting and licking, he coated the bud to play under his tongue.

Raven twisted and turned, moaning, panting, and grounding her sweet honeypot in his face. She even chanted his name. "Jason, Jason."

All the while, his fingers moved against the bumpy ridges of the honeycomb, moving the honey around while searching for the ultimate spot.

Once he found it, he toyed with it mercilessly.

She gripped his head. "Jason.. ah. I need… ah…. More. Yes. Yes… ah!"

Shot, she was a siren.

Her voice only was about to make him explode.

He wanted to rub one out as he pleased her, but he didn't have enough hands. And he couldn't stop touching her just to touch himself.

Nevertheless, he removed his fingers from her for just a second. He wanted to taste the fruit of his labor.

Sticking her flavor inside of his mouth, the taste sent him into a frenzy. He removed his finger and spread her honeycomb wide open with one hand. (The other hand's thumb crushed and rubbed the tiny bud.) His tongue slid in, wanting to taste more of her.

She went crazy under him.

"Jason, I'm… mmm… I can't… Jason… yes!"

Her hips jerk. Her moans turned to screams. Her honey poured into his mouth like an endless stream. He was in heaven.

Almost.

But he knew how to get there.

He pulled his mouth from her honeycomb with one last kiss. Standing back on his knees, he watched her body quiver as he undid his belt and pants and pushed them down, along with his underwear. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and placed it between his teeth, revealing abs that he worked hard to maintain.

Next time, they would make love without clothes. This time, he couldn't wait. He positioned himself against her.

Suddenly, a sensation crept upon Jason's neck, causing him to freeze.


"Where is he?!" The two vampires' gaze landed on Damian, who had morphed into the room.

"You shouldn't be in here," said Dick. "Jason went into the mating haze. We sent you and Alfred a text to stay out of this area."

The mating haze was contiguous for vampires, whose population was low compared to other beings. So, when one vampire in the area came upon the mating haze, the other vampires that venture into that within eight hours would come upon the mating haze within the week.

"Where is he? Where is his lair?" Damian turned to Tim with red, glowing eyes.

"Jason?" asked Tim.

"Who else would I be asking about? Stop wasting my time and tell me where his lair is."

"First, you need to calm down. And second, you know I can't tell you that. The location of a vampire's lair is as valuable as their name. Besides, he is probably holed up with one of his flings at a Haze Spot."

Damian growled. "He isn't with one of his flings. He took Raven, who is also experiencing the mating haze. And they aren't at any of the Haze Spots, I've checked all of them. He isn't at his house either. That only leaves his lair. Where. Is. It?"

Tim was conflicted. It went against his principle and upbringing to give up the location of a vampire's lair, especially one that he helped his brother to find and build. But Jason had taken Raven. He didn't want her to be forced into the mating haze with someone she didn't want to, or worse, caught up in his brothers' mess.

"Tim, you have five seconds to tell me where they are, or you will be responsible for two deaths today."

"Two? Surely, you won't kill Raven over this mating mess." He said, knowing that he wouldn't have any problem killing Jason.

"I meant yours and Todd's. And that was five seconds." Damian appeared in front of him with his claws aiming for his heart. But Dick was also in front of Tim, holding Damian's wrist.

"Do you want me to kill you too?" Damian asked Dick.

"You aren't going to kill anyone. Tim, is going to morph us to the lair so that he doesn't have to tell us the location." A look passed between the two eldest brothers. Tim nodded. "Good." Dick faced Damian. "I take it you got to two Haze Halters on the way here?"

Haze Halter was a drug that would temporarily delay the mating haze for a week. If one continued to inject the drug into their systems continuously, they would enter into a permanent haze.

"I have them," said Damian.

"Ok. Tim, let's go."


All Damian saw was red.

No wait.

That was a lie.

He could see the image of his mate lying on the bed with Todd's dick pointing at her.

His hands passed the needles filled with Haze Halter in pocket to his poisonous dagger that he always kept hidden behind his back. His fingers were inches from the hilt when he froze. "Barnabas!" Damian shouted. "Let me go."

"I wouldn't have frozen you if you weren't planning to kill your brother." His image appeared in the wide full-length mirror that was positioned in front of the bed. "I let you go earlier, because I wanted to give you another opportunity."

"I have every right to."

"What's going on here?" Tim asked. "Wait, you are the vampire from my dream. The one that offered me to be an heir of the Wayne's fortune. "

"He is?" Dick asked. It had been decades since he had that same dream.

"I am. I'm the vampire spirit that protects the Wayne line and ensures that it continues. I am Barnabas Waynes."

"Barnabas, let me go!"

"So you can kill Jason for exercising his rights?"

Damian growled. "What rig—." Damian bit the rest of his words. "I'm not going to kill him. I was only going to inject him with the Haze Halter."

Barnabas scoffed. "You are so blinded by jealousy that you haven't noticed that Jason and your mate remain frozen in place. I froze them so you could work out this situation amongst yourselves, like brothers."

"Did he just say your mate?" Dick turned to Damian. "Is it true? She's—"

"The mate of the three of you," Barnabas finished. "It's true."

"She isn't anyone's mate but mine!" said Damian.

Barnabas clicked his teeth. "What have I told you about sharing?"

"I'm not sharing Raven."

"Fine, if you can't share her, then I will get rid of her."

A scream ripped through the air, causing the four brothers to look at Raven, who clenched her chest as she thrashed underneath Jason.

Damian tried to move, and so did Dick and Jason, but they were all frozen in place. Only Tim could reach her side.

"Her organs. They are about to erupt." Tim asked, trying to figure out how to stop the pain. "What are you doing to her?"

"Killing her," Barnabas answered.

"Stop!" They all shouted.

And he did. Her screams subsided as she fainted.

"This is my last warning," said the ancestor. "You three have a week to mark her."

The figure in the mirror disappeared, and they all were released from their frozen positions.

Damian and Dick rushed to her side as Jason scrambled away from her with a hard dick.

"Give me the needle, " Tim said, holding out his hand.

Damian placed it in his hand without taking his eyes off of Raven. He could hear Tim giving Jason the drug as well as Raven's moving organs.

"She's going to be alright. Her organs are returning to their normal state." Dick said, " Bite her and she if there is something else missing."

He lifted one of her fingers to his fang and bit her. Her blood was normal, like any healthy individual would be. However, there was something in there that he didn't like.

Todd's residue.

From the bastard's aphrodisiac saliva.

"Her blood is fine," Damian announced.

"Good. Let's go back to the Manor so that we all can talk," said Dick.

Damian winced. He didn't want to talk. But he didn't have a choice any longer.