7 Drunken

Lucien

I am not quite sure what to think of Bridget. My mind is constantly in confliction whenever I think of her, especially since I had a taste of her blood, which is something I definitely should not have done.

With vampire bonding, once you drink the blood of your mate, your soul feels as though it’s burning until you have more, and more...until you satisfy your sexual desires and give into the bond.

The problem with Bridget and I is that she committed a wrong against me, a wrong against my people.

She killed Lucas without a second’s thought. She seems to always have something to say, some sort of an excuse that she needs to tell me as to why she killed him.

I mean, I could see why a human girl would want to escape from bloodsuckers who took her when she was walking from her friend’s house to her own, but everything has a purpose, and she’s my mate, anyways. It doesn’t matter if she’s here to pay the debt owed for the death of my cousin and she completely paid it off and more, she is going to stay here because she’s mine and I would truly die if she left here.

She’s been here for a week already, and I can tell by the impact she has unknowingly made.

She has united the slave girls. It’s easy to tell that now when I head into the kitchen to watch her with the others. They joke and kid around, and Bridget fills them in on the years they missed in the human world. Different movies and celebrities that the girls knew about before they came here.

Twilight is mentioned quite often, and I don’t see why girls fawn so much over it. In my opinion, it’s bogus. Vampires do not sparkle in the sun...but I do like the relationship Edward takes with Bella. They are definitely a perfect kind of relationship.

Right now, it’s break time for the slaves, which in other words means that the vampires have a chance to have sex with any one that they choose--except for Bridget.

I told them all to leave her alone, that she does not understand how things work around here, that it’s best that she not be bothered, and surprisingly they listened.

Then there’s me, who finds her incredibly hard to resist with that glorious mid-back length hair and light green eyes...tanned skin...beautiful shape...

I just tighten at the thought of her.

By now, I know Bridget goes to the library when the other slaves are getting fucked.

I switch my monitor to the library cam to stalk her as usual, and this time I see a whiskey bottle in her hand as she reads through on of my gothic novels.

How did she get her hands on one of those?

The bottle is 3/4 of the way empty already, and her eyes are starting to look glassy. She puts the book down, drains the rest of the bottle before leaving the library.

I get out of my office and begin heading her way, knowing I can make something of her drunken state.

She runs right into me and falls into my arms, just like I want her too.

My, my, she’s a perfect girl...

Tingles run through my body and my insides burn to have a taste of her.

I grab her ass and pull her towards me, making sure her face lands in my neck. The last time I got a taste of her she was seemingly high on my scent, so I need her in that state again on top of her already alcohol infused state.

She groans as she inhales my scent, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. I sigh in pure bliss at the sound of her before tossing her over my shoulder effortlessly.

She lets out a girly squeal and I find myself chuckling at her.

I take her back up the stairs, through my office, in through another door, up another set of stairs and through yet another door to my bedroom. I finally set her down and she gazes up at me with hazy eyes.

Oh...those beautiful fuck me eyes...

I feel my fangs come out and she sees them, instinctively tilting her head to the side. Yes, that’s my good girl.

I sink my fangs into the side of her neck and take a long, slow drink of her delicious blood.

The sweet taste melts into my tongue and satisfies my being before I start drinking, taking more of her in. She lets out a loud moan, which causes my cock to spring to life.

My only thought is that if her blood tastes this good, I wonder what her pussy tastes like...

I push the back of her skirt up, gripping her ass tighter, suckling her neck, getting as much of her as possible.

She groans even louder and I notice something.

Her hands, her left on my neck and her right on my abs, have become extremely hot.

I unbutton my shirt, allowing her to trail her fingers all over me. I burn on the inside, moaning at the feeling of her hot fingers trailing on my cool skin.

I tug on her shirt, unbuttoning the dark blue material. When I see the silky black bra, I groan. I reach out and cup her breast, and she moans. I yank her towards me, wanting to feel that hot skin against my cool.

Her toned stomach presses against my abs, heat flowing throughout me.

Her lips search for mine, but I know that if we kiss, I’ll end up pinning her to my bed and fucking her deep into the mattress. I need to hold off on her for the meantime, and besides, I’m not that bad of a guy. I would never take advantage of a drunken woman like that.

She whimpers and starts grinding against me, which almost sends me through the roof with lust and want.

She is desperately seeking a release, so I slip my hands up her skirt and gently rub her through her underwear. Her head falls back and I push her against the bed rail, watching as her eyes roll back in her head, her lips part as she pants and moans, her chest heaving and her breasts rising and falling from her heavy breathing.

When she comes, her back curves into an arch and she lets out a loud moan, rubbing herself against my knuckles. I feel the dampness and hiss in anger that I can’t take her like I want to so badly.

She gazes at me with beautiful, satisfied eyes. I stare into them for the longest time and she goes to kiss me again but I dodge it. She goes to my neck and gently kisses my throbbing pulse, then sucks on it, causing me to moan and hiss in pleasure. Every touch is sending tingles and heat throughout my body. I need to get her in bed and slept off before things get out of control.

I push a pill between her lips and she swallows immediately without having a drink. Quite honestly, I don’t care.

I pick her up, lay her down on my bed. I button up her blouse and pull the covers over her.

I smirk as I shut the bedroom door behind me.

At least humans get the pleasure of forgetting what happens when they’re drunk.