Here's the third chapter. For now it's just Drake and Sam and how their relationship evolves.

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Astrid didn't hear the sound and walked away without turning back. Inside the house, Sam's hands began to glow green instantly ready to protect herself.

"Turn off the lights, Temple. It's me." Drake hissed at her ear.

Sam calmed down, but not quite.

"What the hell? Let me go!" She huffed, but with Drake's hand still gagging her it sounded more like "Wut t he? Lemi go!"

A tentacle wrapped itself around her body, keeping her still.

"No." He said with a disturbing calm. The end of the tentacle began to climb her leg, stopping at the edge of the denim miniskirt. Sam does not usually wore skirts, and immediately regretted wearing it that day.

The quiet moment didn't last.

Drake pushed his knees against the back of hers, collapsing on the floor either. Taking him by surprise, Sam was able to turn and straddle over him, holding her hands pressed on the boy's shoulders.

"What the hell!?" Hissed Drake irritated. The tentacle whipped the floor, as a warning. Sam couldn't help but noticed that he was cute like that, with shaggy hair and frowning. He looked almost… Normal. "Are you trying to prove something, Sammy?"

"What's the matter, Merwin? Are you feeling exposed?"

"Are you feeling more stupid than usual today?" He growled sourly.

"What if Astrid had seen you?"

"I'd have killed her." He said nonchalantly.

Sam raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, right. Unleash a war you'll lose for sure. And it's not me who came in Perdido Beach in the late afternoon. I'm not the stupid one here."

Wrong answer.

Emitting a sound like the roaring of a wild beast, Drake got rid of her. Sam banged her head against the floor and saw stars for the pain. She gasped scared as she felt Drake's tentacle wrapping around her neck, preventing her from breathing.

"Don't. Talk. To. Me. Like. That." He snarled, baring his teeth, keeping his face very close to hers. His silver eyes were so full of anger and insanity that, for a crazy moment, Sam thought she could have become mad just looking at them for too long.

"Okay" She gasped, trying to breath. "I'm sorry."

"Say it with more conviction." Drake grinned, but loosened the grip of the tentacle.

"If you don't want me to talk back, why the hell do you stay with me?" Snapped Sam, catching her breath. "I'm sure that Coates has girls prettier and more submissive than me."

He rolled his eyes and let go her, standing up. Sam sat up massaging her sore neck, looking at him from below.

"Do you have something to eat? I'm starving." He asked, as if nothing had happened.

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That was one of the most agonizing dinners in Sam's life. She was on alert, sure that at any moment someone would knock at the door. Somebody finding out about their affair and telling everyone was slowly becoming her biggest fear.

She was also sure that Drake was eating the little food he had on his dish slowly just to mentally torture her.

When he finally finished, Sam almost dragged him in her room.

"Eager?"

"Oh, shut up. You're not that good."

"You're provoking me a little too much today." Drake said slowly.

"I'm sorry." She repeated, just like before.

Drake narrowed his eyes.

As soon as they entered the room, he started to kiss her neck. For once, he didn't bite with all his strength or else. Instead Drake undressed her until she was wearing only her bra and her panties.

With unusual gentleness, he made her sit on the edge of the bed. He dropped on his knees in front of her, holding Sam's legs apart, and started to kiss her thighs.

Sam gasped, understanding his intentions.

"Drake, you…"

"Shut up."

That was the craziest and most arousing situation Sam had ever experienced. She spread her legs a bit wider as he dropped her panties.

They hadn't done this before. They… This was different.

He started to lick her, first tentatively, than with more decision, helping himself with his fingers. The fear of being discovered, the anger and anxiety she always felt… All gone.

She grabbed the sheet and closed her eyes, moaning, feeling a pool of heat concentrating where he was licking.

Almost too quickly, she was on the verge of coming.

"Am I good at this?" He asked, pulling back suddenly.

Sam couldn't hold back. "Yes! Yes, Drake, you're best… Don't stop."

Grinning, he continued with ever more until she came throwing her head back, gasping.

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