A Slave to Love

Chapter 29: Tease

BLADE POV

I hadn't been kidding when I told Kiana I'd be busy for the next two days. Or when I had been bitching about Lexi, my parents, Mona, her conduit, and Aros.

Lexi was on my back for, rightfully, being a tattle-tale to our parents about what she did to Zephyr's little brother. My parents were bitching at me and telling me I had to set the example and watch out for Lexi, as if her running wild was my fault. Mona was fucking expecting me to marry her--actually, perform the blood mate ceremony so we could be bonded for all eternity. Literally. I'd be stuck with her forever and no one else. Which was so much worse than marriage. It was like being brainwashed into thinking you were in love. Why anyone in their right mind would ever do something so psychotic was beyond me.

Her conduit was getting on my nerves too; dropping hints about what kind of ring or dress or other shit like that she wanted, and she was dying to announce to the whole god damn vampire world that we were officially together with some huge party.

Oh, and of course Mona's conduit wanted to meet Kiana. And I fucking hated the idea. I didn't want him or Mona anywhere near her, though I left out that last part where Mona was concerned. According to Mona, it was because masters are protective of the conduits as if they were a part of their Coven.

But I didn't exactly see Mona getting all protective over Aidan when we go out and girls are eyeing him or throwing themselves at him. Of course I end up with the fucked up bond while she got a normal one.

Figures.

Then again, Mona doesn't care about anyone but herself and maybe that was the difference.

And Aros was, of course, watching and waiting impatiently, albeit gleefully, for it to all explode--I mean, happen.

Now, I didn't mind watching out for Lexi, sometimes anyway, it could be a pain in the ass but at least it gave me the excuse to beat on her if she did something stupid. But being stuck with Mona for all eternity? Sorry, but fuck no. Open relationship for eternity I could do, but a permanent relationship? With Mona no less? The woman had zero feelings and the morals of a viper. I was sunshine and rainbows compared to her. Being glued to her for eternity, basically brainwashed into thinking she was the love of my life and the sun shined out of every orifice, was not something I had ever fucking planned on doing. Not with her, not with anyone. Still don't. And most definitely never will.

Especially after the week I had with her.

Kiana had been right--ugh--when she said Mona couldn't 'satisfy my needs'. Either that or I was just too damn focused on last Sunday when we kissed. That girl may pretend to be all pure and shit but she was a far better kisser than most girls I knew. And she said she'd never done anything like that.

I sincerely doubted that now.

At least now I had some proof that all her teasing wasn't just to piss me off, which I took more pleasure in than I should have, but I was too busy riding the high of her kiss and her blood to care.

Until I headed home to find Mona waiting for me in my bed. It pissed me off even more than usual; she knew it was off-limits yet continued to ignore it. She just came into my house, not to mention in my room, without permission or a warning, without even being wanted.

But I shook it off, moved her quickly to her room and we had our usual fun...except it wasn't as fun. I was so damn preoccupied thinking about Kiana that I couldn't focus. Of course while my head just wasn't in it, thinking about Kiana kept my body in the game, so Mona didn't know a thing was wrong.

For the next two days I was on babysitting duty. Meaning, I was stuck basically stalking my own sister to make sure she didn't get into even more trouble. That damn girl was going to be the death of me.

But at least if I got hurt or something while protecting her I could always go see my personal blood bank, Kiana. Maybe I'd even get a little more than blood again. The thought made me grin, remembering all too well the sweetness of her kiss, how greedy she was, her hands in my hair pulling me close--