Mine! (m x b)

Chapter Six: Injury ((Updated 2022))

☆☆☆ Any comfort shows? Mine is Guy's Grocery Games and Worst Cooks in America ☆☆☆

Alistair

We both sort of stared at each other as Camden straddled my lap. He did say that he thinks he should get off, but he seems quite content. I didn't blame him. I was pretty content myself.

Wait, content?

Humans are just meant to be destroyed by our hands, Alistair. His voice chuckled in my head. We are their reaper. Merciless and destructive.

Right. My lips twisted into a smile. But no one said I couldn't take my time and have fun.

Before I knew it, my hands were traveling with him, mostly up his chest. I could practically feel his nipples through his thin shirt. I ran my hand over them purposely, relishing the way he jumped and his breathing hitched. I could feel his cock twitch through his pants against my waist. I started to lower my hands down his body--

I gasped and pushed him off of me. I heard a crash, a pained groan, and the light smell of blood. 

Aww, little Alistair. He cooed again. I fucked you when you were seventeen. I even did so when you were fifteen, how could anyone resist you? How could you ever resist me? His voice grew cold. When I find you, I'm going to chain you to a coffin and enjoy you endlessly. I'm going to do delicious things to you, Alistair, and you're not going to be able--

"Ali? I think I need a doctor." I snapped back to reality and gasped.

"Oh my God, are you okay?" He held his left arm carefully, avoiding the glass shards embedding the skin. He shook his head. "No," he sobbed. "I also need a new table."

"This is not the time for jokes!" I responded as I jogged to the phone. "His number?"

He rattled off the number to me, choking on his words now and then.

"What did you do? Didn't I see you just yesterday? If you hurt him, I swear--"

"Clyde!" He bawled. "I tripped and went through the glass table. He didn't do anything, please just come quickly."

Clyde let out a surprised breath. "On the way now." And hung up.

"Why did you protect me?"

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. "You don't know Clyde as I do. If anything happened to me he'd hunt down the person who did it to the end of the world and return the favor tenfold."

I clicked my tongue. "Here, let me help you." I kneeled beside him with a lightly damp rag and carefully swiped the blood away, resisting the urge to bite into him.

AB positive? Nice. Has a lovely aroma to it. Would make for a lovely meal one day--

"Ali, I think he's at the door." I stopped my brushing and ran to the door, hurriedly greeting the bastard and the beautiful vampiress behind him, worry and shock clear on her face.

"My baby!" Camden sniffled when the woman approached.

"Ah ah, don't touch him, sweetheart, he's covered in glass! Come here, Camden." He pulled the paper mask out of his pocket and put it on. "I've got tweezers and sewing supplies." He helped Camden hobble as the woman grabbed a stool from the kitchen. Camden sat on the school and the doctor began to pluck the shards out.

"Oh yeah, you're going to need stitches. These shards are no joke." Camden whined at that. "Don't worry, Godfather will fix it for you."

I looked away as he started to clean himself and stitch, choosing to instead look at the young woman who sat by his side and handed him tools. She seemed so familiar, yet I couldn't put a finger on it.

I looked at the small bucket containing thousands of blood-stained glass shards and the rough contrast of the black stitching against his soft pale skin.

The sight of little blood droplets against his skin had my mouth watering so intensely. If he smelled good earlier, he smells even better now. It was like peeling an orange. The skin smells nice, but the juice is so deliciously fragrant.

"Alright, he's going to be fine, I'll be back in a week, give or take to get those out. He can't move his left arm at all. You must do everything in your power to keep him from moving his arm."

He leaned in closer to me. "And if I see you fuck up and hurt him, I will skin and gut you no questions asked. I know your sire and I don't trust him or his slutty fledglings."