Chapter Eighteen.

I turn my back to him, keeping myself pressed against his front side. He pushes my hair from my neck and begins to softly kiss right behind my ear. I unbutton my pants and push them down my thighs, making sure to move my ass against his erection. He lets out a shaky breath and as I undress, the closer I get to being fully naked the closer he seems to fainting.

"It's okay, just breath." I tell him, pushing his pants down to his knees after removing his shirt.

He grips my waist and I'm surprised when he lifts me up onto the small table. His eyes stays on my breasts, I pull him between my legs and I push his boxers down. His cock is definitely above average and it seems he's been very happy due to the pre-cum that covers his tip.

I align him with my entrance and he pushes himself into me. I softly moan, something feeling really really right about this. "You're so deep." I whimper, his eyes change and I can't help but to moan his name when he starts to do long slow strokes. "Zeke," He blinks hard and throws his head back.

"Oh my god-" He moans, I lay back as far as I can. His reactions to fucking me has to be the hottest thing. "Scarlet." He calls my name, "I-Is this okay?" God if he knew how hot he was and how good it felt taking long slow strokes.

"Yes, this is your first time so if you want to try-" He thrusts a little harder causing me to let out a moan. "-something let me know." I finish. "Harder, faster." I plead, his eyes lights up as if he was waiting for me to give him permission. He spreads my legs and pulls me to him, he does as I command.

He pulls out unexpectedly and pulls me off the table, he turns me away from him and I'm surprised by how gentle his touch is. He bends me over and re-enters me.

"Do you like that?" I tease, admiring him.

He frantically nods. I brace myself as he gets faster, his impact getting harder and my moans get louder. I stand and immediately he pushes me to the wall, lifts one of my legs to his waist and begins to invade me once again. I wrap my arms around his neck, he places his forehead on mine and I can't help but to think it's kindly sweet.

"You're so beautiful." He moans, his lips latch onto mine and I kiss him hard.

"You're beautiful too." I deepen the kiss with my tongue. I snatch the knife from the table and drag it across the side of my neck, he nervously pauses as his thrusts get slower.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you." I place one hand behind his head and gently lower his head and I feel his warm wet mouth latch to my neck. He begins to moan loud, his thrusts get sloppy and I realize I hadn't gotten off. Yes the power is a lot but I haven't reached an orgasm, I also realize I don't care.

I giggle as he sucks on the cut, he quickly pulls out and I watch as he cums, I softly graze his cock and it twitches in delight. He pulls my nude body to his and when he pulls away from my neck, he hesitates but gently kisses the fading cut.

When I finally see him, his skin looks vibrant and I look at his wrist and smile. He studies it, breathing heavy. "Beautiful." I compliment, he looks at me and then back to wrist that's now scar free.

"Now what?" He asks me, I concentrate on my clothes and watch as they place themselves on the table. I like that, that's easier. He picks up my panties and helps dress me which causes me to laugh. When I'm fully dressed, I make a decision.

"Would you like to come with me to get you something to eat?" As we leave the stall, he smiles at me but his smile soon fades when he looks behind me.

I turn to see what's causing him to frown, my heart drops into my stomach. "What the fuck-" I can't believe him.

He's sitting on one of the benches, his elbows resting on his knees and his head is lowered. He lifts his head and stands, he turns to me and it looks like he's been crying. "I have been looking for you everywhere and you're here already being fucked by someone else." He sniffs, his nose is slightly red. I realize that Dawson holds a great threat to Zeke.

"Dawson, I told you to leave me alone." I'm slightly embarrassed and slightly afraid.

"I just wanted to talk to you. I can't fucking eat, I can't do anything because of this but I see you're just fine." He shouts, his voice bounces off the walls. I stand in front of Zeke but I feel his hand clasp mine.

I realize that he bit me but he still shouldn't be like this. "Dawson, I think you just need to go-" I feel my heart break slightly.

"No fuck you." He spits, glaring at me. "I hope you enjoyed fucking her because it's the last time your dick will get wet." He begins to come towards us, I have no idea what to fucking do. I push Zeke into the stall and stand in front of it.

"Dawson." I softly call his name, hoping this soothes him. "It's okay just calm down. Let's talk about it." He looks scared and confused and his eyes go from me to the stall.

"You just fucking left. Now I'm the crazy one because-" Oh my god, is this what my blood does to people? This is all my fault.

"I'm so sorry, this is all my fault." He looks at me and I can't help but to cry. He studies me curiously. "Dawson, you know we can't ever be anything. You don't even like me, it's just you gave me your blood when I was sick. Okay?" I lie, I know there's something brewing between us. I'm just not about to fucking admit that out loud especially after today. It's better to ignore it.

He's looking into my eyes, he looks almost sick. "You look awful, did my blood do this to you?" I put my hand to his forehead and he's got a cold sweat. "I'm not going to apologize for leaving, we're lucky it didn't go anywhere." I tell him, he stays silent and I try to remove my hand but he quickly snatches it and holds it in his.

"It's just something about us does not equal to anything good. Look at you, you look ill." Guilt begins to eat at me.

"I am so sorry." He begins to shake his head. "I don't know why I'm here. I'm with Kyla." It takes me for a twirl, he laughs awkwardly before pushing my hand away. The gesture hurts. "The truth is, you deserve to know, I did give you my blood to help you but I also did it so I could get in your head." He numbly stares at me.

"I felt bad and I felt like shit for it but when I went to the store and saw you, I had knew you were there. I lied and said I wanted you to so I could fuck you." I suddenly feel disgusting and violated, he doesn't look at me. "I fucked up and got a taste of my own medicine. I drunk your blood and now I'm fucked up," He motions to himself.

I don't even know what to say, I wrap my arms around myself and he scratches the back of his head. "I have done it to a lot of other girls." He glances at me from the corner of his eye. "So, you are right. Our bodies react differently to each other, so we couldn't ever be together but I just wanted you to know that this isn't because I care about you." Suddenly, Zeke opens the door.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He studies Dawson in disgust, "Scarlet, lets go. Now. You don't have to sit and listen to this disgusting pathetic bullshit." He wraps his arms around me and gently leads me to the door.

"Let's be fucking honest though." Zeke turns to Dawson and I can't even look at him. "It's not like you can't get girls so you feel the need to prey on them in their times of vulnerability, you just fucking enjoy it." I can't even believe that's the same man that was showering with me and helping me.

"You're not just some lonely loser, no, you're just a sick fucking guy who feels the need to do all this to prove he's a man." Dawson studies Zeke in silence and for a moment I expected him to kill Zeke but he just nods.

"You didn't fucking deserve to be around her not alone to fuck her." He opens the locker room door and I make a promise to never trust another person again.