Chapter Twenty-Two.

My alarm clock on my phone goes off early in the morning, I open my eyes to see Zeke snoozing next to me. I run my fingertips down his bare chest, dipping into his lines and running over his muscles. Last night was exactly what I needed, we just talked about everything and anything and talked only about us. I can't help but want him, I slip my hand down his joggers and immediately graze his erection.

I didn't sleep in anything but knee-high socks because my feet get cold, he laughed when he wanted me to sleep naked but I asked to keep my socks. "A demon who gets cold feet." He laughed, I found it quite amusing too.

I straddle him, his black hair is a mess and his eyelashes gently kiss his cheek as he exhales and inhales. His chest slowly rises and falls and I place a soft kiss between his pecks. I begin to leave a wet trail of kisses, as I get to his stomach he begins to shifts.

He softly moans as I palm his cock through his joggers, his eyes flutter open and I sit up. "Good morning, love." He studies me and he bites his lower lip.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He moans as I pull his dick from his pants. "I wanna go down on you." I hear a hint of aggression in his voice. "I wanna make you fucking scream." He wraps his arm around me, he throws me onto the bed, and crashes his lips to mine.

"I can't even wake up without you making me hard like a little slut." I immediately feel my pussy getting wet, his words are exhilarating and fatal and I moan. "You liked that, huh?" He teases, standing on his knees. He places each hand on one of my knees and spreads my legs.

"I'm going to make sure you get what you want." He has a devilish smile on his face, I nod desperately. "You seem to like being talked down to?" He brushes his fingertip against my folds.

I reach for the drawer and I pull it open. I grab a switchblade and he blushes. I hold the switchblade in my hands and I can tell being dominant is new for him. He accepts the switchblade and opens it, he sets the tip of the double-sided blade right between my breasts and applies enough pressure. He drags the blade to my breast bone to the center of my stomach.

He runs his tongue from the center of my stomach to the breast bone, consuming the blood that seeps from the cut. I run my fingers through his hair and he licks my nipple and sucks tenderly. I gasp as he kisses my inner thighs. "Zeke." I watch as his pupils dilate and his tongue begins to lap over my folds causing my whimpers to fill the room.

"Oh my God." I smile, rocking my hips against his face. He runs his tongue in all the right places and even kisses my folds. He holds my legs apart firmly and his eyes flutter as he works his tongue in a circular motion.

Why does that always get me?

I don't know what it is about being ate out but I lose my absolute mind, it's so good and the feeling is mind-blowing. I savor the time it takes and his patience, "Oh fuck." I rock my hips against his face and before I know it, he's letting me control the pace and I'm practically just running my pussy against his tongue as the tension builds.

I desperately begged him to go faster and when he does he sends me over the edge and his eyes slightly widen a bit before they fill with complete lust. My screams bounce off the walls and he crawls back to where he hovers me. He wipes his face and smiles down at me, "Are you gonna take it?" My pussy is so sensitive I try to imagine how it's going to feel being fucked.

"Am I going to have to go back down there?" He teases.

"No!" I plead, it's aching and I don't think I could handle cumming more than once from the head. "Fuck me." I nod, he kisses me before he gives me something to remember for the week that I'll be gone.

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Zeke left around nine in the morning, I don't think there was a place in the house he didn't fuck me and that's saying a lot because I live in an old mansion. Dawson hauls my bags to his Jeep Wrangler and stays silent for the whole ride. He takes me down an unknown road and before I know it, I can't see our town but just a wooded area.

He looks the same as yesterday and I decide to make small talk. "How are you feeling?" I take his hand and his fingers twitch, he exhales and looks at me.

"I'm fine." He lies, looking away. "You smell like him." He frowns, I place my hand next to his on the arm rest and sigh. "Did he fuck you good and well before you came?" He rolls his eyes, almost like a pouting child.

"Did you get any sleep?" I change the topic.

"No." He shakes his head.

"I am so sorry." I place my hand on his and he studies it. I can tell it takes him by surprise, his eyes stay focused on my hand more than the road. I realize how bad this is, I'm not for sure even what I'll be doing here.

"No, I deserve this for what I did." I remember Zeke's words but don't say anything. "Is there any chance that if I get through this.." He hesitates, ".. that you and I can be friends?" His question throws me off a bit, I have a feeling see in my stomach that he doesn't want to be friends.

"I don't know, we'll see." I give him a reassuring smile. Us being friends? The sad thing is, I would've probably had liked that if a part of me did want more.

He turns into a gravel driveway and that's when I notice a lovely cabin in the deep woods. "It's beautiful." I smile, studying the two story cabin. I see the huge lake behind it which automatically makes this similar to a vacation.

I squeal, clapping my hands at how much fun this could be. "Oh, it has a lake and everything." I can't believe he knows of this place. "Who does this belong to?" I turn and look at him, he's softly smiling at me.

"My old caregiver lets me use it." He unbuckles and opens his door, I follow and he carries my bags for me. As we grow closer to the cabin I can't help but to adore it's architecture, he smiles and drops them onto the porch.

He stands and stares at the Jeep, I hear a slam of the back door and I watch as his bag comes hurling towards us. "Shit!" He lunges forward and pushes me out of the way, I watch as the bag slams into the cabin and drops like a sack of potatoes.

I let out a relieved breath and remember the fact that he's sick. His magic may be a little off where he can't properly concentrate. The door opens and I almost laugh at how lazy he seems using his powers, when I enter I practically can't even describe the beauty.

"We have a pool, lake, there's a gym and just take care of yourself." He loses interest in explaining the layout, he turns and looks out the patio doors. I walk towards them and admire the lake, the sun beams down making it look so tempting.

"I didn't bring a bathing suit, shit." I didn't know we was going to a cabin with a bomb ass lake.

I hear him laugh, "You don't fucking need one." He reminds me, I can't help but to laugh at his comment.

"So, I'm going to cook." He informs me, I follow him into the big spacious kitchen.

"Cook?" I take a seat at the island behind him.

"Yeah, just drinking blood and fucking all the time can get kind of boring." He shrugs. "So, cooking food and injecting it with blood - I mean we still have our taste for human food." He explains, I watch as he digs in the cabinets and begins to work his magic, not literally but figuratively.

I decide to take a look around and leave him in the kitchen, I begin to get nosy as I open each door. There's three bedrooms, two downstairs and one upstairs and two bathrooms one on each level. I study the extra door, it's at the end of the hallway.

I feel uneasy suddenly, I turn the knob and push the door open. As soon as I'm about to walk into what seems to be an office, I'm pulled back. "This one is off limits." His lips is against my ear, I'm more concerned with the room than the fact that he's extremely close.

"Why's that?" I shut the door and turn to look at him. He's only wearing joggers and I wonder how he changed and got up here so fast. His deep oceanic eyes study my face and momentarily focuses on my lips, he's really not wanting to make this easy.

"Dawson? If there's something in there that could help us figure out why you're reacting this way than we need to see it." I watch for a reaction, he shakes his head.

"Let's just eat first, please?" I decide to give him time and I walk to the kitchen, the smell invades my senses.

He follows me and we take a seat together. I can tell he's thinking hard, "What's wrong?" I ask, taking a piece of well whatever this is. I shove a piece in my mouth and I absolutely love it.

"If you found something out about me that is really really bad, would you leave?" I almost laugh but I realize he's serious, my smile drops and I clear my throat.

"What kind of bad are we talking? Like serial killer bad or?" I wonder what's got him like this and he sets his fork down, he hasn't touched his food.

"There's something about me that I don't tell people." He explains, looking into my eyes.

"What is it?" I set my glass of water down, suddenly worried.

"I don't tell the truth about my parents." He sighs, I relax.

"Oh, " I nervously laugh. "Like what do you mean though?" I lean forward and I can tell he's mentally freaking out because he seems to not be able to sit still.

"My father was an Incubus and my mother was an Angel." He confirms, I try to think of what could be a lie. "It's just I really am an abomination." He runs his hand through his hair, I place my hand over his.

"Dawson, you're not. It's just a rare circumstance. People can't help who they fall in love with." I study his face and he numbly stares at his plate.

He opens his mouth to speak. "They wasn't in love." His voice breaks and I watch as his eyes gloss over. He pushes the plate away from him and he drops his head into his hands. "They wasn't in love." I push my plate away and walk towards him, I wrap my arms around him.

"Everyone loved him but he was an evil fucking person." I begin to freak out on the inside when I realize he's crying. I wrap my arms around him from behind and lay my head against his back.

"I just tell everyone that they fell in love but they didn't." He shakes his head and I pull him and make him turn around and face me. "I'm a product of rape." There's only been a few times that I've cried for someone, this was one of those. The look in his eyes takes my breath away, I pull him in to me.

Trying to process this, I couldn't imagine knowing that you was created from something as awful as rape. I realize that's probably why his parents left, "My mom didn't want shit to do with me. I don't blame her." He wraps his arms around my waist and I begin to feel my shirt dampen from his tears.

"It is not your fault." I lift his face and even while sitting, he's looking straight into my eyes. "Okay, it is not your fault. It's your fathers and you're not an abomination, okay?" I don't care what anyone tells him, the pain of knowing you come from a horrible man and especially in this sense is too much to handle alone.

"Look at what I do though, " He leans back, and his arms leave my waist. "I was really young and I was enjoying myself and I realized that it was more intense when I gave girls my blood." He explains, I pull one of the stools in front of him and take a seat.

"It was just really cool but as I got older I don't know I just became more selfish. When I met Kyla, she was new and she was actually nice." He shares, I imagine a time where she was new, nice and excited about her new life. The image is weird and sad. "I learned that it was easy to give them my blood during their change, they always accepted and they never really said no. Some even would sleep with me before their change." He looks me in my eyes, I just listen.

"When I left Kyla, when I wanted to move on, she became mean and just-" He shakes his head and rubs his eyes. "I turned her into what she is today." He runs his hand over his face. "She started to hurt everybody and she wouldn't leave me alone." I sigh.

"I don't think that it's your blood that's making her obsessive I believe that's her." I don't want him to feel like he's his father.

"I saw you the first day you came here." I look up at him. "I was on the top of the council building, I saw you walk out and I was interested in you. I want you to know, I did want to help you and your the first person that ever has really made me think about what I was doing." My heart leaps in my chest, it looks like Zeke was right.

"I regretted giving you my blood the moment you put your lips to my chest. It's just I knew it was the only thing that could make the change easier on you." I realize I'm crying when I feel a tear run down my cheek. "I was thinking of you nonstop before I even consumed your blood." He nervously laughs.

"What about-" I don't finish the sentence, I can't.

"I did want to sleep with you it's just it was my urge. I did think that once we did it that it would go away." He explains and I carefully listen to his words. "When I drunk your blood, I started to feel really aggressive and it was like my mind and body was trying to turn me against you." Confusion washes over him and he leans forward.

"I've never felt this way before, I'm fucked up over it."

This changes everything.

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[A/N]
Hey guys, do you like how consistently I've been updated? I want to know if you guys want more updates or less if you think I should schedule them. I'm trying to get more chapters out, I have a lot of chapters I haven't published.