Human Race (Boyxboy) #1

Chapter Twenty Five: It Runs In The Family

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Sam:

Escaping right now was my main priority.

Then I would find Sketch and get the hell out of here.

But Xanthe rarely left my side, and was usually always within ear shot - always listening in.

Currently, he was sitting at his desk looking at papers and other vampire business that probably involved the murder of countless humans. He was so cocky about everything. Always draining me until I couldn't move, and as horrendous and painful as it sounds and how it should be - it was just the opposite. I wished it hurt, but it felt like I was floating between two worlds, a never ending bliss.

He knew I was awake but didn't bother to make any acknowledgement that I was, but the anticipation was killing me. That ticked me off too. As if he was purposely causing a reaction, pouncing when my heart beat rose and my hairs stood on end.

The torment didn't stop there either. My hair was wet to the touch, and I was wearing brand new clothes that were made from the finest silks - that I didn't put on. My skin was squeaky clean, even the dirt under my finger nails were properly trimmed without a speck of dirt in sight. The freak saw me naked, and had bathed me without me knowing. I shivered pulling the large fluffy comforter over my head. I wanted to protest the luxury when everyone was starving below but couldn't help but relax for just a second. A second of bliss.

. Last night was fuzzy and mostly a blur, using me as his personal blood bag had it's toll on my body.

"When will you let me see my brother?" I pulled back the covers and looked over at him tired of the silence. Xanthe didn't make any movements, hell, he didn't he acknowledge that I spoke. Was his thick skull not paying attention?

I sighed dramatically throwing the blanket back over my head. I was tired of waiting around, waiting for him to come over here and drain me dry. I wish I had some sort of weapon. Then I'd be able to kill him and be done with it all.

"You couldn't hurt me even if you tried sweet cheeks." he commented dryly but I could hear the sinister amusement in his tone. Once again I threw the covers back and glared over at him. He won't answer my questions but will use his vampire tricks to read my mind like a psychotic freak?

"If I had a weapon I would drive you into oblivion." I hissed, turning on my side so I didn't face him.

"Is my mating bond really that weak?" Xanthe stood from his spot, dropped his papers and rounded the desks' corner. "I guess I'm just going to keep fucking you until you submit to me."

Xanthe stood at the end of the bed as I raised myself on elbows to see what he was doing. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head as he reached up and started to undo the tie at his neck, throwing it over his shoulder before stalking toward me. His form glitched in front of me and with inhuman speed grabbed both of my wrists in one hand - pinning me down against the silk sheets.

I gasped as my arms were pinned directly above my head as his fangs flashed pearly white against the light.

All I felt was humiliation as my body started to act on it's own, betraying me and relaxing underneath him. My neck was exposed to his sharp fangs, allowing him free reign to that cursed mark.

As if I had become accustomed to him sucking me dry- the thought made me gag.

"Never mind," he pressed a kiss softly against my artery. My mating with you proved to be strong. You are already submitting to me." he whispered huskily, moving his lips down my nec. His tongue swirled around his mark, the feeling unreal.