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Memories

You never know how set on awakening someone you have to be until you drain them and slash your wrist open, letting someone else feed off of you. I didn't experience the same high I felt when Dimitri would feed on me, but it felt good. Pulling my wrist away and licking the wound, I lay Eddie's limp body back on the couch and exit the living room, telling Jasper to keep an eye on him. It will be a few hours before he awakens.

"You did it already?" Delilah asks when I walk into the study to find the rest of our team, and I move to sit on the desk Dimitri is standing behind, gracefully crossing my long legs and leaning back.

"Obviously, or I wouldn't be in here," I snark, rolling my eyes at her. God, she is annoying. If she isn't trying to grab Dimitri's attention, she is talking in her nasal voice, trying to undermine me in my home.

"But you did it so...clean," she says, implying that doing things without a mess was a bad thing. I roll my eyes and look back at Dimitri, raising a brow at him.

"Just because you make a mess of every meal, doesn't mean everyone else does," Dimitri says to her, and I smirk. Take that, you stupid bitch. She frowns and crosses her arms like a petulant child, and the others in the room chuckle. The six other people stand idly in the room, waiting for instruction as Dimitri sits down and looks over a pile of tracking information.

He looks up to see all of us looking at him, and he raises a brow. "You can all go now," he says in a bored tone, and they all move to exit, I rise with them.

"Not you," he says, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. I smile and move around the desk to face him, and he spins his chair towards me, pulling me down into his lap. "We never finished what we started."

I giggle wrapping my arms around his neck and shift in his lap to get comfy, trying to avoid the sharp heel of my stiletto. I lean in to kiss his neck, nipping and sucking while he grips my hips tightly.

"I thought I told you to go," he says coldly a minute later, and I pull up to see Delilah standing where she was before, glaring daggers at me. I smile smugly at her, and to piss her off; I run my hands possessively over him. From his neck to the buckle of his belt, I stare her down and feel him up.

"Ignore her, Comrade. She'll leave," I moan into his ear, reaching up to unhook the top of my dress and let it pool around my waist. Taking his poker-hot gaze from her, he looks to me and smirks hungrily and picks me up to set me on the desk with my back to Delilah. Catching onto the game I've started, he runs his hands up my bare legs and under the hem of my dress, fingers caressing the smooth skin of my inner thighs. He stands and parts my legs, stepping between them and bending to kiss my neck.

"If you're here in the next five seconds, I'm locking you outside at sun up," he growls, and I shiver, clenching my legs around his hips. A moment later I hear the door slam shut, both of us laughing before returning our attention to the task at hand. Kissing him eagerly, I cup his face as he pulls my knee up to his waist, leaning me backwards on the desk. Removing his lips from mine, he drags them down my neck, letting his fangs drag down my throat and I moan loudly and push him back as a thought scampers through my head.

Shooting me a confused look, I put my hands on his chest and smile at him. "Have you ever fed off a Strigoi?" I ask curiously, genuinely wanting to know the answer. He frowns at me and moves to lean over me again, nipping at the shell of my ear. "No. Why?"

I bite my lip, trying to think of how to word my question without sounding like I've completely lost my mind.

"When I let Eddie feed on me to awaken him, it felt good... almost like when you fed off me when I was Dhampir. I was just curious if you had ever fed from a Strigoi. I mean, we still have blood in our veins," I say, twirling a piece of hair around my fingers.

He looks down at me, and his eyes are so intense I want to shrink against them but force myself not to cower. He cups his hands on my waist again, dragging me closer to him, and pulling us both back into the chair. Pulling the dress over my head and then pulling his shirt off, he moves his hands up and cups my shoulder blades, stroking the muscles that lie under the pale skin.

"Do you want me to?" he asks, running his lips over my cheek, and I shiver again, but in anticipation. I nod my head, and he kisses down my jaw, nuzzling my neck just below my ear, placing a hot kiss against the skin before sinking his fangs into me.

I lied, being bit while still a Dhampir is nowhere near as orgasmic as this is right now. Moaning and tilting my head against his shoulder, I clutch to him while he drinks. Letting my eyes flutter closed, I'm assaulted with memories, but they are like I'm looking at them from a movie screen. Letting Lissa fed on me, yanking her behind me when we were cornered by Dimitri and the other guardians, attempting to attack Dimitri. I also don't plan on ever underestimating you again, wild girl. And I'll make sure no one else ever underestimates you either. It's Dimitri's voice ringing through my head, but it isn't he talking, it's his thoughts while looking at me after blocking my assault.

What the fuck?

I jerk myself away from him, causing him to nick the artery in my neck, and I scramble off him, falling to the floor and pushing myself towards the wall. My back hits the wall, and my breathing increases rapidly, I feel like the walls are starting to close around me.

"Rose? Roza, talk to me," Dimitri says, in front of me in a blink, hands cupping my face.

I shake my head back and forth, swallowing slowly, trying to wrap my head around what just happened.

"You called me wild girl," I whisper, and he freezes, his eyes boring into mine.

"What did you just say?"

"Wild girl. You said you would never underestimate me, and you would make sure no one else did, but you didn't say it out loud," I gasp, my hands over my face. "It was like looking at my life in a movie."

I lift my head from my hands to see the shock on his face, and not just 'wow you're crazy' shock, but something different.

"I never said that out loud," he whispers, and I furrow my brows at him, confused. "I thought that when we caught you and Lissa that night when Lissa told you to stop fighting. I was entranced by your dedication."

He reaches for his shirt that lays in a crumpled pile on the floor, draping it over me and moving to sit next to me against the wall.

"That was your memory," I whisper. He nods and swallows, gripping my hand tightly in his. What the hell just happened? How was it possible to see what lies in his mind?

I shoot up and move in front of him, with an impossible thought in my head.

"What if I fed on you, would you see my memories too?" I ask, and he scoffs a laugh before realizing I'm serious. Pulling me closer and tilting his neck to expose more skin, I push forwards and sink my teeth into his neck, cupping the other side and squeezing a little.

His blood tastes like a breath of air when you've been drowning, making me feel alive. I drink a few mouthfuls before retracting my fangs from his neck, using my finger to wipe the beads that spill down his throat. His eyes are almost closed, his hands fisting the shirt that hangs off my body, unwilling to let me go.

"Dimitri?"

"Hmm," he says, tugging me closer, and I tumble into his lap. His eyes open slowly, the brown of his iris a little brighter against the crimson. Brushes my hair away from my face in a tender gesture, he smirks at me. "Death in a cowboy duster, eh?" he says in a teasing tone, and I shake my head.

"What memory did you see?" I ask excitedly, searching his eyes intently for the answers.

"When Natalie awakened herself, she had you cornered, and you saw me coming down the hall, and you thought that I looked like 'Death in a cowboy duster.' It's weird seeing through your eyes," he said with a smile that looks softer than usual. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me down on him, and I'm awkwardly laying on his chest, where he sits against the wall.

"We can't tell anyone," Dimitri whispers a few minutes later, breaking the comfortable silence. I nod against him and sit up when I hear steps coming towards the office.

Jasper bursts into the study and looks down when he sees us on the floor.

"Your friend is waking up."