The next morning (well, evening for the normal human), I woke with drowsiness—what else is new? I slowly slid out of bed. Slowly, I put on my comfy clothes of sweats and a T-shirt. Slowly, I stomped downstairs. I even ate slowly. Sadly, Cat noticed.

"What's wrong, sugar?" she asked while getting out ingredients for pancakes. Vampires eat human food as well. They don't need to, but they either can't break the habit or just liked the taste of solid food. Take Lee for example: he loves Cup of Noodles, but he doesn't need it to survive. He usually washes it down with a glass of B negative, though.

"Just tired," I answered, staring at my cereal like it would give me the answers I needed.

She paused. "Should I ask tired of whom or tired of what?"

I looked up at her. She gave me a knowing wink. I sighed. "Drake is a pain in my ass."

"Literally?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Cat!" I yelped.

She laughed like it was hilarious. I turned beet red—I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks.

"I was just messin' with ya, hon." She gave one last laugh and continued, "The boss may be a pain, but he does have a soft side."

I scoffed. "I'd love to see that."

Cat paused again. "You have, sweets. He only shows it to you."

She raised her eyebrows in that way that makes you think she's about to say, "Girrrl!" but she's too cool to say it. Confusing, I know. But then again, you don't know Cat the way I do. She was the closest person (besides King) that was like my family. She had that motherly side to her.

Suddenly, the door to the kitchen flew open and in strode Asher. He threw a dagger glare at me before turning to Cat.

"We have a new one coming in. She'll be working with you and Hannah."

I knew Hannah was head of the house duties. (I.e. vacuuming, dusting, mopping, making beds, etc, etc.) Cat only cooked. She didn't even have to clean her mess, but she did anyway. Hannah was a tough bitch, but, like Cat, had a motherly side—stern, but still like a mother.

"Make sure to inform her of the rules." With that, Asher left, leaving me to wonder what the hell he was talking about. Cat returned to her work like nothing happened. But the way she was moving, something bothered her.

"Uhm, Cat?"

"Hmm?" she asked while turning the batter in a mixing bowl.

"What's a 'new one'?"

"New servant girl. I've heard the rumor that we got one coming soon, but now I know it's true." She poured the batter into the pan on the stove.

"Do you know her name?"

"Nope. Don't know anything 'bout her 'cept that she came from New York and was to be chosen for the Events, but turned out to be too weak and pathetic. You know how them vamps like to have a good fight. Plus, Hannah needed some help with the chores 'round the house, so they brought her here."

I nodded. She was supposed to be in the Events? I wondered what she looked like.

I found out only a thirty minutes later exactly what she looked like. I was talking to Cat about the whole practicing-during-the-ball deal with Drake. She was getting dinner ready for the ball and telling me how to handle it when Asher busted through the door for the second time. This time, he had a bundle of dark hair with him.

He threw the bundle at Cat's feet. Without a word he left the kitchen.

Immediately, Cat kneeled next to the bundle. I came around the counter to where she was. I went to my knees next to Cat. I gasped; the bundle wasn't a bundle at all. It was a girl. I pulled back her hair from her face. Cat got a wet cloth and wiped away the dirt on her cheeks and chin. I couldn't really see her features. She was unconscious, though. My heart faltered.

"Let's get her to the servant's quarters," Cat said.

"No." It came out before I realized. This girl was younger than me, thirteen—maybe fourteen at most.

"We have to wash her up," Cat said to me like I was a stupid child.

"I know. We can take her to my room. I think she'll feel more comfortable." I didn't want the girl in a foreign place when she wakes. I wanted her to be in most normal looking room possible. My room was also a good place for anyone to wake up after being knocked out cold, I would say.

Cat hesitated before she nodded. I picked her up and Cat began to follow me. I shook my head. "Inform Hannah that her newest addition is here. Tell her I will be washing her in my bathroom."

Cat hurried away as I made my way out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. Cat didn't have to obey my orders. In fact, whenever I jokingly try to boss her around, she swats me with a spatula.

I was too concentrated on not falling, so I didn't notice the shadow until it was too late. The deep voice rumbled, "Zoey."

I didn't have to look up, but I did anyway. There he stood, looking graceful at the top of the stairs. His eyes roamed my body, landing on the girl in my arms. I gave a nod and said coldly, "Drake."

"Why aren't you in the training room?" he asked, coming down the stairs elegantly. "The ball will be beginning soon."

I shifted the girl. "She needs caring." The look in his eyes was upsetting my stomach. "Don't worry, sport, I won't crash your party."

He flinched at the nickname but smiled at me. "Make sure you don't."

I didn't want to go, so I didn't ask why I wasn't allowed to. Instead, I hastily made my way up the stairs. As I passed him, I could've sworn I felt his hand graze my stomach. It was too gentle to even tell, so I let it go.

I entered my room and shut my door. I didn't lock it because I knew Hannah would be up soon to help me wash and dress the girl. I placed the girl lightly on my bed and went to turn on the water in the bath. I put a small dosage of bubbles in and returned to the girl.

I almost yelped to see her eyes opened. They were a bright blue, which is why I was partly startled. I have never seen a human with dark brown hair and bright baby blue eyes. But, then again, I haven't been out much.

I cleared my throat. "Hello."

The girl cringed at my voice.

"Shhh. There's nothing to fear. I'm a friend. I won't hurt you. I'm going to help you." It sounded so original coming from my mouth, but I couldn't help it. That's really all I could say.

"You're not one of them. You're—you're human."

I nodded. "Yes, I am. I'm the only human in this house." I paused and shrugged. "Well, besides the staff."

I sat down on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"

She tried to sit up. I helped her. "I could eat something massive."

"How about you get washed up first and then you can eat. I'll have Cat bring you something up. She's an amazing cook!" I said.

I stood and held out my hand. The girl looked at it uncertainly.

I smiled. "Don't worry. I'm one of the good guys."

She smiled back at me as best as she could. It was only a small twitch of her lips, but it was enough. She took my hand and I led her slowly to the bathroom. Her body obviously needed strength; she walked all wobbly.

When we finally reached the bath, I asked her if she needed help. She shook her head slowly.

"I'll be right outside. If you need anything, just shout. I'll be in here before you know it."

I closed the door halfway. I listened until I heard her slide into the bathtub and then I sat on my bed. I flipped through a magazine that King got me. Sadly, it was two years outdated. Apparently, this guy named Heath Ledger died. Pity, he was a handsome one. I looked at fashion dos and don'ts. Wow. They actually wear that?

Hannah chose that moment to arrive. She had another woman twice my age with her. "Where is she?"

Stern lady! I replied, "Bathroom. She's washing herself."

She strode to the bathroom, the gray haired lady behind her. She peeked through the door and returned to me. "I see she hasn't tried to escape."

"There's no possible escape in there unless she comes out that door," I said, flipping the pages. "I would know; I've tried." I looked up at Hannah with a meaningful glare.

The single window in the bathroom was bulletproof. I've thrown anything I could at it, but had absolutely no success. This was actually directly after the Sebastian incident. Hannah found me and made me stop before I hurt myself even more. I have several bruises for weeks from the things that bounced back at me.

Hannah nodded. I semi-liked Hannah. She was a good person to go to for advice, but also had a way with twisting your words if you try to argue with her. I argue with her once a month on my clothing she lays out for me. Well, Drake's idea for clothing. He started buying me seductive clothing when I turn fifteen. Perverted, I know. But in his time (a long ass time ago that was) men married girls at twelve and got them pregnant by thirteen. Gross. The girl just started her period and now she has to marry a fifty year old man? And carry his children, 'because you know he wanted at least nine! Disgusting!

"Will you get her a nice, hot meal? She needs to eat and she'll be hungrier when she gets out," I said to Hannah.

The pair left without another word. A few moments later, the girl emerged from the bathroom, steam escaping into my room and a towel wrapped around her fragile body. She was at least four or five inches shorter than me. She was thin; her shoulders were small and her face was hollow. Her hair went a little over her waist, longer than mine. Her bright eyes shined and her face was fair like the rest of her skin. All in all, I'd say she was very pretty. Except for the skinniness of course, but then again, Cat will fatten her up a bit with her cooking.

"Feeling better?" I asked.

She nodded. "What do I wear?"

I stood and walked over to my wardrobe. "I'm terribly sorry, but Drake makes me wear the most outrageous sort of clothing, so unless you want to look like a hooker, I have some basketball shorts and a tank. You'll probably need a bra as well, but help yourself to anything in here." I opened the wardrobe and motioned for her to look through everything. "This might sound odd, but what bra size are you?"

"34 A," she answered. She began to look at the clothes. I saw her frown at most of my outfits. "You wear these?"

"Sadly, I do. Drake is a perverted bastard and I would love nothing more than to—" I stopped.

"Nothing more than, what?" the girl asked quietly.

I didn't answer. Instead I said, "Don't get the wrong idea about me from my clothing. I'm really not as slutty as I appear." I glanced down at my sweats and tee. "See? This is about as comfy as it gets."

I pulled open a drawer from my dresser and pulled out a bra from when I was twelve. Yes, I had size 36 A boobs when I was a sixth grader. "This might be a little big, but once we feed ya, you'll grow into it."

She nodded and took the bra. She pulled out some basketball shorts and a graphic tank. Perfectly matched, might I add. I just wore the outfit a few weeks ago. I said, "Good choice."

She made her way back to the bathroom. I returned to my magazine. A knock came at my door. Thinking it was Hannah, I allowed them in without looking up.

"Where'd the newbie go?"

I groaned and looked at the door. "What do you want, Brian?"

"I just want to see her. I heard she's real pretty."

I stood and growled at him, "You'll never find out."

He dodged my shove and I stumbled slightly. I recovered and round-house kicked him in the chest. He fell backwards. I bent over and dragged him out of the door. He struggled but I punched him a few times before I got down the stairs, pulling him by his legs the whole way down.

As I reached the ground, I realized something—the ball was taking place and I just entered the middle of it. Thank God, it was just beginning and barely anyone was there. I took a glance at Brain. I realized his suit and groan. "Fuck." I dropped his leg and dashed upstairs before anyone could recognize me.

As I reached my room's door, I saw the girl standing by my bed looking at my magazine. She looked up as I entered. "This is really old."

I nodded. "The luxury of living with vampire, I tell ya. Are you ready to eat? I'm surprised Hannah didn't bring you your food yet."

The girl nodded. And then I realized I never asked her this question: "What's your name?"

"Cynthia," she answered, looking at the floor.

I put my finger under her chin, guiding it to look up and into my eyes. "Well, Cynthia, my name is Zoey. It's good to meet you. I'm just sorry we had to meet this way. I hope you understand that you can look me in the eye and be my equal, because as of this moment, you are. Stick by my side and I will make sure no horny vamp gets their hands on you."

She cracked a small smile and nodded again. "Okay."

Gently, I led her out of my room and down the stairs. Sadly, more guests arrived. I saw the terror on Cynthia's face. I explained, "Drake holds a ball once a month. Every vampire that is connected to the Council arrives. Drake, if you didn't know, is the BA around here. He's basically their king. He's also the first vampire to ever walk Earth—or so he says." I rolled my eyes for good measure.

People stared at us and I glared daggers at them back. I kept a hold of Cynthia's hand. People reached out to touch her and I slapped their hands and gave them a dangerous look. They backed off immediately. I heard someone whisper to another about my position in the Events.

"I heard she is going to play in the Events," she said.

"I know! My husband put a bet against her. I added in a few extra dollars, too," said the second vampire.

"I think she'll do better than most humans."

"Ha!" the vampire barked out a laugh. "I highly doubt it. She's too pampered by Drake to do anything better than . . ." The bitch never got a chance to finish.

I whirled on her. "Go on," I snapped. "Do anything better than, what, exactly?"

The woman stuttered. Her husband, another vampire, came to her side. He took over. "So, Zoey, how are you taking to being in the Events?"

"Just fine, thanks." I put my free hand on my hip. I pulled Cynthia behind me, protecting her with my body. "I'm ready to kill some of you off. Are you going into the games?"

The man looked at me like that was the most absurd thing he's ever heard. "No, of course not."

"Why 'of course not'? You scared?" I realized we were getting an audience. Not that I cared.

"I'm a Council man. I can't enter such dangerous games." His tone made it seem like I was a stubborn child.

"Funny, I could've sworn you were just the understudy." Besides looking them in the eyes, vampires do not like to be insulted by their rank. This vampire wasn't a Council member. His maker was, though. If his maker ever died, he would take his place. In a way, he was his maker's son and heir to the Council member throne.

If the man had a beating heart, his face would've turned red with his anger at me. Instead he extended his fangs. His wife intercepted his opened mouth. "How dare you speak to my husband like so!"

I glared at her. "I'll speak however the fuck I wanna speak to any one of you. And don't you dare try to talk me down, bitch, because you know that I have a higher rank than you do in this house."

Sad, but true; me being Drake's favorite made me automatically have his rank. I have no idea why, but Drake made it obviously clear the first time I came to one of these balls. I never truly accepted it until now, when I could use it against this bitchy leech.

The woman's mouth opened and closed like a fish. I spoke again before she could. "I hope you enjoy the party and learn not to speak about people so lightly without their knowing."

I turned and began to all but dragged Cynthia toward the kitchen. The crowd immediately parted as I reached them. I began to walk away until I heard, very sharply, a rude sentence from the same lady. I could tell she was saying to the first lady who had faith in me.

I pushed Cynthia towards the doors to the kitchen. I pointed and she got the hint. She scrambled to the doors and disappeared inside.

I turned back to the woman. I hissed, "What did you say?"

The woman must've thought I didn't hear her because her face went dumbfounded to see me glaring back at her red eyes.

She repeated the sentence stupidly and I lunged at her. I gave her a good punch in the face and one in the gut. She bent over and I shoved my knee into her face. She fell back and I jumped on top of her. I smacked her around. She wouldn't be too badly hurt. She didn't have a chance to fight me back due to my continuous punches. After a few moments, I felt arms slide around my waist and I felt myself being lifted up and away from the fucking bitch. I struggled against my captor. It only ended up with me thrown over a shoulder. He began to walk away.

The woman recovered and yelled at me. "You stupid girl! Look at my face!"

"I only tried to make it look better!" I shouted back. "And it seems like I've succeeded!"

"Control your pet, Drake!" she called after us.

"I'm no one's pet! You got what you deserved!" I screamed as we turned the corner. I was out of control, I'll admit, but I wanted to tear her apart for what she said about me. That was unforgiveable. I pounded on Drake's back. I knew it was him without the woman's words. Only he would drag me from a fight—well, him and King, but King was away. Plus, the way he held me over his shoulder made sure he had a firm hand on my ass.

He carried me up the stairs and into my room, closing and locking the door behind him, though I barely noticed. He threw me onto the bed without much thought of the word 'gentle'. He stood at the foot of the bed, glaring down at me with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"You're the most foolish child I've ever encountered," he said shaking his head.

"Guess that makes me pretty special, huh?" I smirked slightly and stretched out on the bed, closing my eyes. I felt Drake sit beside me a few moments later. I remained still.

"Here," he said. "Drink this. You'll calm down."

I opened my eyes to see him with a glass of water. I sat up and drained the glass. I set it on the side table and threw myself back into the bed. I closed my eyes again; I could still feel where her face contacted with my fist. I left blood all over her face, which made me feel amazing. I might've broken her nose, but she'll heal in a few hours.

I felt Drake's eyes burning into my face. "What's with the staring?"

"You disobeyed me."

I laughed. "You saw the girl I carried to my room. You knew I had to care for her."

"Then why were you downstairs?"

"Because I had to get the girl something to eat before she starved," I said. I was surprised I didn't add 'duh!' to the end of it just to show how obvious it seemed to me to get Cynthia food.

"You could've asked one of the servants to bring it up," he said. Why the hell did he use that smooth tone with me? I thought he'd be furious after what I pulled.

"I did, but she never came. Too busy waiting on your people, I presume."

Drake sighed. "Zoey, what made you attack that woman?"

I hesitated. I tightened my closed eyelids. "She said something."

"And what did she possibly say that made you attack her?" God, he sounded like a fucking shrink!

"She didn't say something nice, I'll tell you that much."

"Zoey," he said calmly.

"Yes, Mr. Psychiatrist?" I turned my head toward him, keeping my eyes closed.

"Open your eyes."

I didn't automatically follow his order.

His hands cupped my face. "Zoey, open your eyes."

I hesitated before slowly opening my eyes. I expected worse, so when I saw his face only a few inches from mine, I wasn't surprised.

"Happy?" I asked.

"Yes, actually, I am. Now I can look into your hazel eyes when I talk to you."

Was he trying flirt? After all these years with him, he flirted with me in a more sensual way. This flirting he was doing now was more like an innocent teenager flirting. So unlike Drake.

I didn't look him directly in the eyes. Instead, I looked at his forehead.

"Now," he said, "tell me what the woman said."

I sighed and pulled my face away from his hands. "Don't worry about it. It's over."

Drake nodded and tried to catch my eye. I turned away from him and onto my side, pulling a pillow down to hug against my chest.

"You can leave now," I told him half-heartedly. After a moment I turned to see Drake still sitting on my bed. I sat up and looked him directly in the eyes, meaning to challenge him.

And that's when it happened.

My body shook with a new emotion and my heart hammered in my chest. My mind blanked from all that happened many minutes before. My mind only focused on Drake; how his chin was so sturdy and how his eyes shined gold. My body begged me to move toward him. I found myself leaning toward him slightly. His scent overwhelmed my nose. He smelled of lavender and . . . apple pie? I ignored the smell and looked him over. His lips were full and my own lips were begging me to let them press against his.

I lifted my hand and placed it on his cheek lightly. I felt no stubble of hair, just smooth, clean skin. The way Drake looked at my neck I knew he felt something similar to me. My heart melted as he leaned forward, eyes looking up to lock with mine. He was moving too slowly for my liking. When he was halfway to my lips, I placed my hand that was on his cheek around his neck and pulled him toward me.

When we made a connection, my heart burst and I felt something in my stomach that told me . . . something, but I ignored it and leaned into Drake. He leaned toward me and we fell onto the bed. His hands began to roam and I let them. His lips strayed from mine to my neck and jaw before returning. I rolled him over onto his back and straddled his waist. Before long, Drake slid his hands down to my waist and up my shirt. His fingers felt heavenly against my bare skin. He grazed my breasts, pulling the shirt off before touching me more. I threw the shirt aside and felt a flash of pride when he gazed over my full breast and shaped stomach with approval and hunger. I guess I shouldn't hate on the training after all.

It was my turn to take something off of him. I leaned in to kiss him and slowly pulled away so he could chase my lips and sit up with me still straddling his waist. I placed my hands on his bare shoulder and let them slide down his arms, bringing down his jacket in the process. On the way down, I felt the mountains of his muscles under my fingers. My body almost tore in half with the desire I felt. He helped me with taking it off fully. We never broke apart throughout the undressing process. He kicked off his Doc Martins and pulled down my sweats. I, in return, peeled off his dark jeans. I bit back a laugh. Drake was too dignified to wear tidy whities. So, instead I found boxers, but this if what made me almost laugh—they were plain black with cursive script on the left leg hem. The script was his name, 'Drake'. I couldn't help be crack a smile. Drake saw my smile and rolled me over onto my back, causing me to laugh. He fit perfectly in between my legs, I noticed. I felt something hard and long press tightly against my boyleg style underwear, which was getting really moist.

"What do you find so funny?" he asked with a deep voice that sounded like a purr.

I chuckled softly. "I really like your boxers."

He captured my lips and I moaned as his hands wandered to my still-covered breasts. Gently squeezing them with one hand, his other went under me to my bra clasp. Slowly he unhooked it and pulled it off with grace. His lips left mine to trail down my neck to my right breast. With his other hand, he toyed with my left. The feeling of his mouth on my chest felt like a sweet bliss. My mind began to run through all the things I wanted him to do to me and what I wanted to do to him. I gasped as his teeth lightly bit my hardened nipple. His hand and his mouth reversed and my left breast was taken into his mouth as his hand pinched my sensitive bud. His tongue swirled around my perky boob and I moaned even louder.

And that's when I realized that I was the one making all the moans. It wasn't fair, I thought. After a few more sucks and tiny bites from Drake, I rolled him over. I gave him a long kiss and when I pulled back, I pulled his bottom lip with my teeth. I trailed down his chiseled chest, past his stomach and to the waistband of his boxers. I glanced up at him to see his eyes glistening with hunger. I chuckled softly and pulled down the boxers.

After I tossed them aside, I took in the size of the great vampire king. My eyes couldn't get enough of what I saw. I licked my lips and tried to estimate how big he was for fear it'd hurt even more if he was too big. My ending guess was about 7 ½ inches. Good enough for me. Instinctively, I reached down and grabbed his erection gently with one hand. He was thick, though, as I grabbed him. I began to pump him slowly, feeling the texture of his manhood in my palm. I pumped as slowly as I possibly could before creeping toward a faster speed. I didn't know how I knew what to do, I just did! I pumped his furiously fast and then went back to slow and painful—I could see the pained expression whenever I slowed the pump. His moans increased the more I pumped. I jerked faster and then slowed. Pick up the pace, only to bring it down again. I repeated the process several times before Drake snapped at me, "Zoey, don't toy with me!"

Smiling slyly, I leaned down. I swirled my tongue around the head of his penis before slowly taking it in. I checked my teeth to make sure it didn't scrape his sensitive skin before I sucked his engorged member. I felt Drake's hand settle on my head, making my rhythm fast and steady. It wasn't even a full minute before I heard Drake's groans intensify. "Zoey . . . don't stop. I'm on the edge."

I knew exactly what that meant. So I made the rhythm a tad bit faster, and before long, Drake's hands were on my head, trying to pull me away. But I didn't want to be pulled away. I wanted to keep going. Once he realized I wasn't going to move, he moved his hands away and clenched them into fist at the same time I felt warm liquid burst into my mouth. I swallowed it and ignored the thickness and salty taste. I removed my mouth gently, but couldn't help and notice how hard it still was. I hear vampires could have sex for hours on end. I was about to find out if that was true.

I leaned forward and gave Drake a kiss. "Feeling good?"

"I feel amazing thanks to you."

"Hey, anytime."

His eyebrows arched. "You mean that?"

I nodded without hesitation. "Yes."

Drake pulled a secretive smile. "Én engedte el."

"Wha—?" I began to ask, but suddenly, my mind cleared and my thoughts rushed back to me. I was laying in my bed with a naked Drake and a half-naked me, lying on top of him. His erection was digging into my inner thigh, I noticed.

I jumped off my bed, pulling the sheet around me in the process.

"What the fuck?" I cried. "Why the hell are you on my bed naked? Why the fuck am I naked?" I was hysterical. I wasn't going to let him play it cool.

"You know, Zoey," he said calmly. I saw amusement in his eyes like I did when he brought me into my room. I went through that conversation until when he gave me water.

My eyes widened. I screamed. "You drugged me!"

Drake nodded and stood. He didn't try to cover himself. He didn't even care that his member was standing at attention. Man is comfortable with his body, I'll tell you that. My mind was whirling on everything that happened within the last few minutes. I swallowed and tasted the bitter after taste of salt.

"You made me give you a blowjob?" I yelled.

Drake outright laughed. "I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to, Zoey. What I gave you wasn't a drug or a poison. It was a sort of spell I learned when I first came to this world. It is a spell that brings out ones true desires."

"You never told me what was in the water."

"You never asked."

"A good person would've said without the needing to ask," I said, sounding foolish even to my own ears.

"I'm neither good nor a person, Zoey. You know that."

He took a step closer to me. I tightened my hand against the towel that wrapped around me and I backed up a step. He took a step, I backed up. We danced that little jig until my back hit the corner of my room and Drake was close enough to grab me if I escaped. I feinted to my right but bolted to the left. Drake wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me back to the corner. He was closer now and my breathing picked up.

I snapped at him in a whisper, "Let me go."

"You don't really want me to. We both know it."

I looked directly into his eyes, weary of another spell kicking in.

"Don't fear, Zoey. I will not spell you again. Why do you think I released you from it before we could have any more fun? I wanted to be sure your desires were the same as mine before we went any father. I see now that my assumptions were correct. Now, why don't we return to the bed where I can take your innocence?"

I laughed. "You don't know, do you?"

Drake's hands moved to fast. One moment there were on my waist, the next they were on my wrist above my head, causing me to drop the sheet

"What do you laugh about now, girl?"

"You assume too much, Drake."

He cocked an eyebrow. "And what do I assume that is wrong?"

"I aint no virgin, Drake," I said, tears coming out of my eyes from laughing so hard.

His body pressed closer to mine. He hissed, "Who was it?"

"I can't tell you that," I said, shaking my head slowly, looking at him through my lashes.

"Why not?"

"Because you'd go after him, and I don't want you going after my first." I shrugged. "Besides, he was a riot in bed, maybe I'd like to give him another—" I didn't finish. My lips were taken into a crushing kiss. My body reacted immediately. My exposed breast pressed tighter against his hard chest. He released my wrists to reach down and literally tear my underwear off. He didn't break away to look down at my soaking sex.

I didn't care if he drugged me now. In truth, I'm kinda glad he did. Someone had to get me into action. I felt my womanhood pulse as his hands hooked both my legs, pulling them around his hips. He pushed me against the wall, keeping me in place. Before I had the chance to mentally prepare, he shoved his thick cock into me. Sadly, my first partner was only 6 inches and thin, which helped with the pain. But it didn't prepare me enough to take in this big guy. We broke the kiss as he slid wholly into me. I felt my opening widen to accommodate the thick dick and I had to bite back a scream. Drake grasped my hips and lifted me up and down. To feel my tightness wrap around him was heaven now, without the pain. He pumped me easily. With his muscle, I didn't have to do anything. And that made me mad. I was not to be man handled!

Fiercely, I grabbed Drakes lips into a passion-filled kiss. I broke it almost instantly, leaning back against the wall. With all my arm strength, I pushed him out and away from me. It hurt a bit, but I adapted to the pain by now. I fell to the floor in a hot mess. I pushed back my hair and looked up at Drake. He looked like a God from where I sat. I heard him growl and I smiled. Slowly, I stood.

"My turn to take control," I whispered. I walked toward him silently; he stood his ground. I reached him and kissed his chest hard. I slide the tip of my nose across his torso. I look up and see his eyes close. Perfect chance, I thought. I pushed him far enough to be near the bed. Another push ended up with him laying on it. I climbed on top of him, straddling his waist once again—this time not spelled. I grabbed his cock in my hands, none too gently.

"You ready, lover?" I asked. What came over me! This was wild and . . . fantastic! I loved every moment of it, but I didn't know why. I desired him, I realized. I desired him with all my being.

His hiss was enough of a yes for me. I positioned him at my entrance and allowed him access. I grinded his hips slowly, relishing in the groans I received from him. My own noise mixed with his. I rocked my hips forward and back, making his length go deeper inside of me. I still had another two inches to fit inside of me. I pressed my thighs against his hips and lifted my body slightly and brought it back down, setting a steady rhythm to get his cock fully into my wet sex.

I felt my orgasm ripple throughout my body. I yelled at the same time Drake did. My walls tightened around his shaft as it burst with warm liquid. I fell against his chest, panting. He wasn't, of course, since he had no need of breath. I could feel him shift under me. Soon, I was lying on the bed worn out and sleepy. I was only awake enough to hear Drake murmur about having to go back to the ball. I only nodded and felt his kiss against my forehead.

"I'll be back, though," he said. "I promise."

I was already asleep before he even closed the door.

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A/N: Ahh! Ha. Whatcha think? Good or bad? Haha. This chapter was hella fucking long, and I liked it! But it was probably not what you were expecting but more will come in the nextchapter! Beware! Haha. Review, though, love! I wanna hear whatcha got to say!

Willow