The S-Gene: Bethanie (Book #2)

The Loss

He fucked up.

He really fucking fucked up.

No, what Damian had done went past fucked up. He'd gone with his instincts. It wasn't his fault. It was all her damn fault. That fucker came in because he smelled her. Because you had left. That wasn't the point. A regular human wouldn't have attracted anyone.

Then she saved you.

But no one asked her. He would have been fine. Probably.

By the time Damian woke up, all he could taste, all he could smell - was her. She invaded everything; his mouth, his tongue, his nostrils, his head. He had tasted blood before, a lot of it. He had smelled her. The scent of a carrier.

Damian had never done that. He remembered the time he wasn't this. When he was born, he wasn't this. It shifted, over time. He had more control because he could remember not being a beast, he could remember not being overwhelmed.

He'd almost slipped, but he contained himself. He was stronger than most, and more resilient. He wasn't like the others. He could always do better, he could always contain himself. He didn't have to be a vampire. He didn't have to be hopeless to his whims and desires.

But he never saw her blood coming. He never saw her coming.

Who did that?

No, most of all... why did she do it?

She mangled her arm to save him. Yeah, he had helped her, yeah he had gotten rid of the other vampire but... she didn't know why he did it. She didn't know what he would do after. She didn't know anything.

So why do it?

She had been attacked already - by his father no less - and yet, she helped him. As if he was a good guy. As if it was natural to protect him. Him - a person she didn't know, a person who could have the worst of intentions.

Humans shouldn't do that. Selfishness kept them going.

It was like him. He was helping her because it served him. Because he was righting the wrongs of his existence. And what the fuck was wrong with him? Touching her? Teasing her? Why the fuck did he do that?

I'll make you see stars.

Seriously?

Damian slammed his fist into the shower wall, hearing the plastic creak. Fuck. His second shower - he couldn't be in the same room as her. After he took one, she did the same. But then the air was thick, and everything was too much.

The sheets smelled like her, like her arousal. She looked at him with wide puppy eyes. If he had wanted, he could have laid her down and fucked her to his heart's content. She would have let him.

Why the fuck would she have let him?

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

She killed a vampire. She ran away from home. It didn't seem like much. Except, Damian knew that world. He knew how hard one could be stuck in it. He grew up in it. She got out - which was insane.

So, how come she was putty in his hands?

Why let her guard down in front of him?

He thought if he pushed her, thought if he let his control slip, she would push him away. She would be scared. She was a fucking virgin mail-order bride. Why the fuck was she letting him put his hands on her?