Episode 7 by Chanta Rand
Reed's mouth salivated at the thought of bonding with Abby. Bonding was more pleasurable than sex. He didn't want to do this sacred act just to possess her body and mind. He wanted to do it to ensure his legacy.
He relished licking a woman's smooth skin from earlobe to ankle. Stroking her hot, supple flesh. Sinking his fangs into the tender meat of her breasts. He indulged all of his hedonistic whims, but there were times he grew bored with his lifestyle. For over a year, he'd been looking to settle down.
With Abby's reputation and his powers, their bonding would be like two powerhouses uniting. They could be equals, their blood oath signifying their fidelity and dependency to each other.
Abby's full lips dropped open. "You want to control me?"
He stroked her cheek. "I don't think anyone could control you, woman."
"Stop it," she snapped. Anger flashed across her dark irises as she pulled away. "I know what a blood bond is."
He shook his head. "There's more to it than what you're thinking."
"Goddammit! Stop reading my mind."
"When you bond with me, you'll have powers too. Our children can have powers—greater than what you have now. Greater than you could ever imagine."
She turned away. He was taking a huge risk revealing what he wanted, instead of just taking it or tricking her into it. Since the Dark Ages when rogue vampires had viciously bred on humans and forced them to produce heirs, vampires had been given a bad name. What he wanted to do wasn't bad. It was survival.
It was time he started thinking of his heirs. His family's power was waning. Bubba was a full-grown child, hiding from responsibility as though it was an STD that would grab him by the dick and never let go. Willard was too easily manipulated by alcohol, drugs, and the first piece of pussy that had come along—Anita.
"What is your answer, Abby? You need me and I need you."
He never thought he'd make that admission to any woman. But, Abby 'Sitara the Seer' was the perfect blood partner. He knew they would have a son. Already, the hemoglobin indicator on the Vitae machine told him Abby was the one. But, he didn't need blinking lights and buttons to know that. His body was hot with desire for her. He heard the blood rushing through her plump veins whenever she looked in his direction. His dick hardened at the thought of sliding in and out of her milky sweetness.
"Abby?"
"Fine." She pinned him with a venomous glare. She wasn't happy about the terms, but she would thank him later. He was giving her the gift of immortality. There was only one way to do that.
She had to face the Coven High Council.
"Let's go," he ordered.
Her dark eyes narrowed. "Where are you taking me?"
Even though she protested, he felt her disappointment. She wanted him to keep her in this room. Fall prey to her womanly charms. Taste the saltiness of her body fluids. He towered over her, his eyes flicking down at her cleavage. Were her nipples the same dusky color as her eyes?
He growled, and then took a deep breath to calm his raging libido. He had to make this raven-haired beauty his soon. "I want you to meet some people at the CHC," he said. "I'm hesitant to proceed without their approval."
She smirked. "Take me to your leader. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can help me."
