Had a mix up with my schedule that actually opened my free time up a little bit but it kicks back in by April so I'll be more busy after that. But for now I have time to get these out. Enjoy!
~Jade~
Waking up to an overly sensitive world gave me a huge headache. I was in Vega's room, tied to her bed, with an insane hunger deep inside me. I really hoped it wasn't to try whatever kinky thing she had me tied down for. But when I heard that I was attacked for real and it wasn't a dream, I was beginning to question the world. What the hell was going on? It was then I almost got lost in a smell so distracting that all I could think about was getting it. Without even thinking, I used my teeth and struck at the source of the smell. That happened to be Vega's hand. Getting a taste of her blood for a couple seconds didn't taste bad but it wasn't what I was currently searching for. The look on Vega's face sobered me up pretty quickly. She looked hurt for a second but brightened with an idea and then ran from the room.
I watched her go, curious, before my attention went to myself. I was unknowingly trying to get out of the restraints holding me down. I forced my haywire body to relax and sink back into the bed. My hands smoothed over torn sheets and blankets, making me wonder if I was the one to cause such a mess. My tongue absentmindedly licked my lips, tasting Vega's blood again. It had a warm and comforting quality, like coffee. I groaned and steered clear of thoughts like that. It was only making me yearn for whatever it was I needed. My tongue brushed against sharp pointy teeth in my mouth and my eyes widened with slight shock. I repeated the action and almost went into another panic attack. Were those fangs?
"Vega!" I called, suddenly needing her near me. I wasn't stupid. I was aware of how she made me feel. I might not like it but, I wanted it. I needed it now. I called again, this time with my typical angry and annoyed tone.
"Yeah, I'm coming!" she called back somewhere close. She almost fell through the door a couple seconds later.
"Sorry, I was in the shower but I just got out," she explained, clutching a towel to her body. I gave her a once over unintentionally but she still caught it. Her smile was appreciative.
"I hate to admit it but I'm kind of freaking out here. Start explaining or I'll use these on you instead of my scissors!" I threatened her, making her smile drop. She rushed to her dresser like she was on a mission. I had never seen such a serious frown on her face.
"You were attacked by a vampire, Jade. I don't know why, because they wouldn't normally attack a Bond mate, but they did," she replied. She only confused me further.
"What? A Bond mate? What are you talking about? I'm not anyone's anything!" I spat back. She flinched at my words and looked away sadly, like a dog with its tail between its legs. Wait, a dog. Vega was a wolf. I had seen her. That strange pull between us, the one that yanked me from Beck and over to her, the whole reason I tolerated her. It all made sense.
"The Bond is what makes you stick to me like gum to a shoe isn't it?" I asked seriously.
"Way to phrase it, but yes. You saw what I am. We go through something called Bonding. It's a way to find a mate to stay with for life," she explained, a blush on her cheeks. She avoided my eyes as she dropped her towel and got dressed. I took a few seconds to admire her toned body before looking away. I felt like blushing but the familiar heat never came. Thank that crazed lunatic for that at least. No more blushing like an idiot.
"Shit Vega, put something on faster than that. Do you have any dignity?" I demanded. She chuckled and I let myself glance at her from my peripherals. She was fully dressed now.
"I'm used to being naked. It's kind of something you have to feel comfortable with when you're a wolf. I don't want to lose all my clothes," she pointed out, walking to her desk and picking up a brush to pull through her hair.
"Yeah, because that would be a total bummer losing those bright rainbows you call clothes," I muttered sarcastically. She laughed heartily and shook her head. She set her brush down and then walked over to sit by me on the bed. The heat that came off her was like sitting close to a portable heater. It was comforting.
"I see you're still the same Jade West," she said with her goofy smile.
"And you're still the same dorky Victoria Vega. Now get me out of these things. I feel like you're going to do something to me any minute now," I commanded teasingly, but her smile slid off her face and she looked troubled.
"What now?" I wondered with a little irritation. She fidgeted with her hands a while before speaking.
"Jade, you were bitten by a vampire. I'm unsure about letting you free when you could smell a human and bolt out the door faster than I can stop you," she explained quietly.
"So you don't trust me?" I simplified. She looked taken aback.
"What? No! I'm just taking precautions! You'll be the one paying for it if you kill a human. They'll take you away," she replied, her hand running over my cheek softly. I stared into her caring brown eyes, at a loss for words.
"But…who will take me away?" I forced out.
"My father is the head of our Council. It's my duty to capture any violent and out of control creature whether it's vampire or wolf and bring them into custody. Even if I don't turn you in, he'll find out eventually," she answered.
"If your father is practically the leader then what does that make you?" I asked her curiously.
"A highly respected purebred that shouldn't be breaking the law," she said with a defeated sigh.
"Purebred? What law?" I began questioning again. This was a helluva lot to take in.
"My mother and father are both purebred wolves so I am too," she began.
"Even Trina?" I asked skeptically. She nodded with a shrug. I was unconvinced that Trina could be considered something as badass as a werewolf.
"The law states that we don't get socially involved with vampires besides keeping the peace; especially with purebred vampires. I don't know if you can feel it, but that strange pull we have…it's still there. At no point in history has there ever been a wolf and vampire Bonded together. I'm afraid it would be viewed as unacceptable," she continued uncertainly. I looked away, my mind trying to understand all the information. I sighed, my hands opening and closing just for something to do.
"Do you mind getting me something edible so I can concentrate? Maybe then you can let me go and we can talk about this in more detail. I have to know about it now anyway," I proposed. She glanced at me hesitantly before getting up and slipping out of the room. She was gone fifteen minutes before she came back in with a jug of something that was appealing but nothing more.
"This should keep you subdued enough," she told me. She set the jug by the door and then walked over to the bed. She began undoing the strap at my torso and then moved to the one around my right wrist, but then she stopped and looked back up at me.
"I'm fine," I assured her. And I was, or, at least I felt like it. She gazed at me a little longer and then pulled the strap off. As soon as my hand was free I moved to undo the other one but Vega stopped me. Her burning hand closed over my newly released wrist. I looked at her, seeing how conflicted she was. It was then I realized how much the whole situation was messing with her head. She was raised on values that taught her this was wrong but the same values also told her to put everything she had in taking care of her Bond mate. Whatever that was and entailed, I was reluctant to find out. I sighed and gave into her pleading gaze.
"Ok, how about we do this halfway? I'll keep my left hand tied but let me sit up at least, ok?" I told her. She let my wrist go with a nod and then went to get the jug. I sat up, glad I didn't feel uncomfortable like I thought I would. She twisted the cap and handed the jug to me. I took one whiff and somehow knew it was animal blood.
"I know someone down at the butcher. I usually get prime cuts of meat and ask him to store the blood for the times we have to detain a vampire in the town's jail before they make the trip out to the prison," she explained.
"Everything is so low key human's don't even notice this crap do they?" I inquired, laughing in my head at the fact that I spoke to her like this was an everyday thing. I mean, to her it was but it was still weird for me. I would have to get used to it though, because now I was a part of it.
"We try our best," she answered with a proud smile. I allowed a small one of my own before bringing the jug to my mouth. I was ready to cringe at the taste but it wasn't so bad. If I was looking for water I wouldn't want tap water, but if I was dehydrated and needed any source of water it wouldn't sound so bad. That was how I looked at the situation. In no time I had finished the jug and felt that pressing need disappear. I had a new appreciation for blood. Vega smiled and took the empty container from me before returning to sit on the bed crossed legged and facing me.
She began explaining and I tried to listen the best I could. By the time she filled me in on the basics, I felt a little steadier on my feet. Her eyebrows creased throughout the explanation though; like something bothered her. She licked her thumb and proceeded to wipe blood from the corner of my mouth and chin. I gave her a disgusted look but she didn't stop. Her other hand kept my face in place so I couldn't pull away. That feeling of gentle care I felt when she was tending to my injuries took hold of me. It was different and new, making me slightly uncomfortable but wanting more.
"What, you want me to directly lick it off instead?" she teased, noticing my discomfort. She was staring at me with a strange expression in her gaze. I hadn't seen Vega like this before. It amused me though, I have to say. She was sexy when she wanted to be. Fucking Bond, I knew these feelings for her weren't my fault and just some cosmic fate shit going on. I smirked at her and leaned in.
"You can try," I challenged, knowing she most likely wouldn't. Her eyes widened before they flicked from my mouth and back to my eyes. She whined suddenly and I laughed. Just as I thought. She was as respectful as ever.
"Are you waiting for permission? Someone's a scary werewolf. Or maybe you're just a pu-" I began to taunt with a smirk, but she gripped under my chin roughly and I fell quiet. She leaned in close, her nose skimming my cheek.
"You know, I always thought you looked so hot when you put that damn smirk on," she whispered, her hot lips pressing to my cold skin lightly. I was completely frozen by this suddenly bold side of her. I had no idea she could be like this. She pulled back to smile confidently at me before her tongue slid out to clean up the rest of the blood. She started under my chin and then dragged up until she stopped at the corner of my mouth. I was somewhat surprised when I let out a moan. Fuck, why am I so sensitive? It can't be a vampire thing can it? My mind scattered when her tongue returned to pass over my lips.
I let them fall open slightly and she did the unexpected again when she slipped her tongue in my mouth. It shocked me still when I wanted nothing more than to let her do whatever the hell she wanted with me. My free hand came up to cup her face as I dived into her initiated kiss. She groaned against my mouth and I smirked against hers. Her tongue was expertly dodging my teeth as it tangled with my tongue. I forced her out of my mouth to continue in hers. I felt her shudder, knowing everything about me was probably cold. My tongue retreated so I could press my lips to hers once more. When we finally parted, she was panting. Her left hand had wound around my waist while her right was buried in my hair. She held me tight to her.
"Jade," she whispered, desire evident in her tone.
"Yeah?" I replied evenly, smirk in place.
"You know how long I wanted to do that?" she said with a smile. I chuckled and nodded.
"Probably around the time you started paying even more attention to me," I stated, understanding now why she acted the way she did. She nodded, confirming my reply.
"Ever since the start of senior year I've wanted you, so bad," she groaned, the hand in my hair pulling me to her lips again. The one around my waist snaked under my shirt slightly. The make out session this time was rough and I even managed to pull a few growls from her which excited me. Her hands wandered higher up my torso, frustrating me because I still only hand one hand to explore her body. I snarled and pulled away from her to yank on the strap. It split but still held on. Quickly, I tore into it with my teeth and then pushed Vega over once I was free.
She grunted as we tumbled over on the bed. Our kissing heated up and our hands roamed. I couldn't possibly understand my need for her and I briefly wondered why wolves and vampires had such demanding libidos, but I wasn't complaining. I was lost in Vega, and I wasn't ashamed of it anymore. We were just about to lose some of our clothes when I pulled away; something catching my attention. She had stopped to listen too. It was the sound of soft steps on gravel followed by keys in a lock. Vega's eyes widened and her hands tightened on me.
"My father," she whispered. Her nose flared, hinting that she could detect his scent. I pushed off her hastily, suddenly all too aware of the situation. So much for having some time alone.