right place, wrong time

not sure if I lost or won

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This felt like heaven and she found herself more eager to agree to his captivity if it meant he would love her like this all the time. Her silk, sultry voice replied as she curved her back, “Chain me up, then.” She stretched her arms above her head, feeling more power over him than she ever had before as a vampire. Their connection meant something, finally, and she wanted to hold onto that something to cherish it.

“Charlie, yes! Oh god…” she pulled the sheets from beside her and shoved it in her mouth to bite down and muffle her screams. His different paces were building her up and breaking her down, holding her right at the edge. There was no doubt in her mind that he wanted her to teeter there until he was satisfied enough to let her orgasm. Fiona squeezed her eyes shut and reached for one of his hands to dig her nails into it, “I’m beggin’ you, please!” 

Charlie growls as he rips the sheet from her mouth, letting her leg fall so that he can grip her face. His grasp on her cheeks keeps her mouth opened so that her cries fill the room. He wanted everyone to hear, especially Alex. His thrusts slow down, but gain in power. The bed moves with them, straining under them. “Never,” he whispers, keeping his mouth on her forehead. “Never hide what I do to you. Understand?”

The thought of her hiding away her desire for him infuriates him. It’s what allows pricks like Alex to try and steal her away from him. While he enjoyed her stubborn resistance most of the time, he can’t help but wish she’d be a bit like his sire. Tripping over him like Maisie tripped over Arthur. Hopeless and devoted. His hand slides off of her face and into her hair, pulling her up into such an adoring kiss it makes his rough thrusts seem out of place.

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When he pulls away, she whimpers and reaches out to run her hands over any bare skin she can find. Her eyes are fixed on his as he swears she is only his for a second time; the first, her mouth was still full of him and she barely even heard the exclamation. Instead of recoiling in fright, she is excited by his eyes shifting to what she deemed as eternity rather than nothingness. Fiona bites her lip when he enters her again and resists yanking him down because he’s being torturously slow.

“Ahhh—- please, Charlie…” she clenches the bedsheets and begs for him to move faster, to fill her up completely over and over. Fiona groans in sweet agony until he finally reaches her, “Mmm— yessss.” It’s much different with him than it had been with anyone else, so much more passionate and she can’t keep quiet. It doesn’t matter, the whole house could hear everything anyway. Whether this feeling is because of their connection, or because he had denied her so many times before, she’s not sure. The only thing she knows is that the wait was definitely worth it and sleeping with Alex actually helped their relationship.

God, she was more than beautiful. She was the only thing in the world he loved, and here she was crying out for him. Charlie desperately wanted to keep her there, forever and always. “I should chain you to this bed,” he mutters against her skin, teeth dragging nearer and nearer to her rebirth mark. Except this time, he didn’t bite her. Licking and nibbling and sucking at the sore wound tenderly instead. 

As he bottoms out inside of her, his hands grip her full hips and lift her up to meet him. When he looks into her eyes, he knows there’s no coming back from this. She’s fucking everything. “Oh baby,” he groans, throwing her back down onto the bed to start a rough, almost punishing pace. One hand wraps around the back of her left thigh, pushing it upwards and outwards so that she’s on display for him. His fingers find her clit again, his caresses gentle compared to his thrusts.

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Watching him undress is filling her with anticipation, she shakes her head no at his question. Fiona does not regret defying him or arguing with him because it had become more than half of the fun. Their dance, though frustrating at times, had become natural and it only made her want him even more. Her mother once told her that the passion to hate is very similar to the passion of love. It never made sense until the second day she had been his sired. Right now none of it mattered though because she was going to do what he wanted and be rewarded.

Even if she hadn’t planned on opening her mouth at his command, when his fingers delved into her she couldn’t keep her pleasure quiet. Instead of obliging his request, she licks his tip before sliding her tongue down his full length straight to his thighs. Her lips meet his sensitive flesh and she sucks lightly as her desire to taste him everywhere builds with each thrust of his fingers. Fiona is nearly overwhelmed and panting as if she were human and finally decides she needs to give him what he wants.

Her jaw falls open and desperately she takes as much of him as she can into her mouth. Fiona moans and moves her hands over him where her lips couldn’t reach, with each slide down she savors the taste of his skin. Unable to think clearly, she’s lost in her movements and the bliss he’s causing. For the first time, Fiona hasn’t been able to say a word and deep down she thinks he wants her that way.

Charlie watches her closely, how every thrust of his fingers makes her adorable little belly clench. He wants to bite her there. She’s being ornery, even now with her tongue on his dick. It just makes him chuckle, loving how she scrambles for power even as he’s dominating her in such an intimate way. “You’re so fucking cute,” he mutters as she finally swallows him.

His free hand is buried in her hair, thumb brushing her brow bone as he angles her face to where he wants it. The temptation to take over, thrust into her mouth without care was overwhelming. If it was anyone but her, he would do it. But he wanted her to love it, to love pleasing him and serving him. “You’re mine, Fiona,” his two fingers slide from her as he grips her underwear and tears them clean off. His palm slaps down onto her center, firmly enough to sting lightly but not enough to hurt. He pulls from her mouth and leans over her to press their foreheads together, cupping her like she’s something delicate and precious.

“Mine,” he repeats, drunk with desire and his eyes show it. Pitch black as he looks into hers. His knees spread her legs wide, and slowly he’s sinking into her. Takes his time reaching bottom, just so he can watch her squirm as he pins her down.

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Charlie wonders if she’s trying to hide the way she’s obviously drinking him in. If she wasn’t careful, his self control would be out the window. Shrugging off his shirt, he gives her a second to get a good look before grabbing the book from the floor. He hands it to her, almost like a peace offering. “Finish it, I don’t see why you’d be distracted,” he smirks around the words, knowing he’s calling her out right now. “We’ve got a whole king size bed of space now.”

He slides into the bed beside her, grabbing her right breast and giving it a gentle knead. “Maybe it was a little about the tits,” he admits in a low voice, leaning forward and using his teeth to pull down her shirt this time. His fangs are inside of her within seconds, the wet sound of his feasting filling the room. He would drink her dizzy, just because it was his right. And now, with her all relaxed and languid, she tastes as she should.

Suddenly stuck by a good idea, he flips them both with his teeth still attached to her. Now she’s using him as a body pillow, and he adjusts her arms with the book in her hands so that she’s reading above his head. “Better?” he mumbles against her chest, hands sliding down to her thighs where he lightly squeezed and rubbed her. There was no way he was letting her leave anyway, so might as well make her comfortable. He resumes eating, eyes blissfully closed.

Momentarily, her mouth falls open in awe because she definitely walked right into that accusation. There’s no coming up with a reasonable excuse for needing to leave besides wanting to be alone, but she wouldn’t have been hiding under his bed. Fiona could have taken the book and left ages ago and none of this would have happened. If not a little pathetically she tries to make an excuse for wanting to be alone, “This was supposed to be a date with good ol’ Murder, Magic, and Madness. You weren’t supposed to be invited.”

Fiona starts giggling and locks her hand in his hair when his teeth sink into her again, “Mm– yeah I knew I was right.” Her eyes fall shut and she focuses on the sound of her blood filling his mouth. She knows if he doesn’t stop she’s going to pass out, which might be okay as long as she wakes up later. She really needs to start eating before visiting him, he always goes for her mark and sometimes even without warning. Then again, she knows she’d be bright red all the time.

Just as she’s about to nod off, she squeals when he flips them both over. It stings her chest, but now if she wanted to she could actually read the book. Fiona appreciates his effort and smiles knowing he is not looking at her, “Thanks.” She does her best to keep her eyes open on the pages, but with each second passing her eyes begin to blur. The book falls onto the pillow and she mumbles curses at him until she falls asleep.

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When she hits the mattress she laughs because she should have expected it but it still surprised her. His sweet scent hits her instantly and she turns her face to rub her cheek against his pillow. This moment is much more enjoyable now that she can cover herself in his scent. Fiona takes a deep breath to absorb as much of him as possible while forgetting about her insecurities and wanting. She could be happy just being his sired, right?

She focuses back on him and raises her eyebrow at his question. Her lips purse and she pretends to think about her answer to his question. She didn’t have to say yes immediately, even though she already knew that’s what her answer would be. How could she say no to him when he gave her that look? Her gaze moves to the small bit of bare skin showing when he unbuttons his shirt. Her thirst is harder to hide sometimes, but she steels herself and is reminded she can manage. “Yeah, sure I guess.” she smirks with her eyes on his bare chest, “But what makes you think I want to stay in here? I’m trying to finish that book.”

Charlie wonders if she’s trying to hide the way she’s obviously drinking him in. If she wasn’t careful, his self control would be out the window. Shrugging off his shirt, he gives her a second to get a good look before grabbing the book from the floor. He hands it to her, almost like a peace offering. “Finish it, I don’t see why you’d be distracted,” he smirks around the words, knowing he’s calling her out right now. “We’ve got a whole king size bed of space now.”

He slides into the bed beside her, grabbing her right breast and giving it a gentle knead. “Maybe it was a little about the tits,” he admits in a low voice, leaning forward and using his teeth to pull down her shirt this time. His fangs are inside of her within seconds, the wet sound of his feasting filling the room. He would drink her dizzy, just because it was his right. And now, with her all relaxed and languid, she tastes as she should.

Suddenly stuck by a good idea, he flips them both with his teeth still attached to her. Now she’s using him as a body pillow, and he adjusts her arms with the book in her hands so that she’s reading above his head. “Better?” he mumbles against her chest, hands sliding down to her thighs where he lightly squeezed and rubbed her. There was no way he was letting her leave anyway, so might as well make her comfortable. He resumes eating, eyes blissfully closed.

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This moment would forever be burned into her memory, she almost wants to cry because his meaning shakes her to her core. If he would move mountains for her, why can’t he move away from Lina like she wants? That’s all she wants from him, his devotion to her not some glitteringly beautiful fairy. Fiona squeezes her eyes shut to keep her tears back as she melts into his kiss.

Can he feel her, does he see her at all? Today he did and that is enough for her.

When she opens her eyes, they’re sparkling with sadness even though she’s smiling. Fiona brings one of her hands to her face and licks her palm before she starts stroking him. Her thumb rubs circles over his tip and she rises to her tiptoes to meet his lips again, “Only if I ask nicely, right?” She needs to be closer to him, it’s not enough to feel him between her hands so she releases him to remove her own shorts. Fiona kicks them aside, but keeps her underwear on to keep a barrier between them. She’s dripping wet and her anticipation of feeling him inside her is making her dizzy.

“Give in to me, Father. Let me please you.” Swiftly, Fiona’s legs wrap around his waist and she starts moving against his erection. Not wanting anyone else to share their moment, she’s stifling her moans by biting her bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed.

Fiona was a lot of things but obedient wasn’t one of them. Now she’s got him dizzy, working her hands on him without his prompting. Addressing him with such respect and admiration. Wanting to please him. He grunts as he holds onto her, feeling her wetness through her thin pair of underwear. So easily he could tear them off and be inside her, but since when did he like easy?

Licking the blood trickling from her lip, he carries her to the bed effortlessly. Instead of dropping her like usual he lays her down like she’s a princess, smoothing her hair as it fans out on his pillows. “Don’t you wish you’d been a good girl earlier?” he asks with a smirk, making quick work of his shirt. Kneeling beside her head, he feels his control slipping at the sight of her. Chest bloody, in only her underwear and bra. Smelling wet and eager. His fingers are a little rough when he turns her head sideways, but he soothes it with a gentle caress of her cheek. “Open your mouth,” he orders.

She wasn’t going to win that easily, and she should know that. He meant for her to beg forgiveness with more than just her words. A hand skates down her torso, fingers slipping beneath her underwear where he penetrates her with two of them abruptly. His thumb finds her clit, slipping on her slick and making him groan in approval. “Baby, you should have offered this up sooner.” He knocks his tip against her lips, waiting for her to oblige.

[badluckcharles]

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Lina could barely breathe, but she still managed to keep a smile on her face. She was very happy with Charlie and she was not afraid to show it. Her wings twitched and managed to shoot tiny specks of glitter everywhere, but she loved it and thought maybe he did too. She chuckles and kisses his chest, “Maybe.”

After yawning a few times, she snuggles closer to Charlie and adorns her smile again, “Hi mister. I feel like I should thank you, but I’m gonna compliment you instead. That was a-may-zing!” Lina missed Charlie while she was away, her chagri needed her more often than not and she loved them dearly so she was always there. She still firmly believed he was just rough around the edges and needed someone sweet in his life, and she needed him in hers too.

For some reason Charlie would never understand, Lina actually enjoyed his company. Most everyone else was either afraid of him or couldn’t stand him, the only exception being his sire. Maisie was sweet like Lina too. Maybe they could see something in him that others couldn’t, including himself. He wished he could love her, wished he could give her what she deserved.

He tugs gently at a handful of her hair, “I do stretches beforehand, you know? Gotta warm up.” He says it so plainly, like he says everything else, that it’s hard to tell if he’s joking or not. There’s glitter everywhere now, and he’s only mildly annoyed. It was a small price to pay for feeling wanted.

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Fiona asks herself in that moment if she has any respect for herself. The better question is if she has any respect for Lina or a moral compass of some sort. The answer is yes, but Charlie is here willing to give her what she wants with no question. Looking up at him now she really doesn’t want to disappoint him again, she’s done things worse than him before. In fact, that’s what this whole conversation was about.

Her lips close around his thumb and she sucks on it for a moment before she pulls away. Even though she knows this is a dangerous line to cross, she loves getting too close to the fire. Charlie’s whole existence was covered in warning signs and all Fiona wanted to do was ignore them. She takes one more look at his jeans before she moves her hands to unbutton them and whispers, “Father will you forgive me?”

Fiona’s mouth, wet and warm, feels like heaven and he never believed he’d make it there. He watches her small, slender hands unbutton his jeans with an insatiable hunger. Her words making his cock twitch beneath her fingers. She’s got more power here than she understands, and he wonders if she’ll ever believe in herself enough to figure it out.

“Baby,” he murmurs, gripping her face in both hands and making sure she’s looking into his eyes. “I will always forgive you.” He drops one hand to guide hers in unzipping him, and when her hands meet his flesh, he hisses through his teeth. “I would fucking move mountains with my bare hands for you.” Abruptly, he pulls her to her feet but makes sure her hands stay on him with a firm grip over them. “Do you understand that?” his voice has grown deep, more animal than man. He pulls her into a searing kiss, gripping the back of her neck. She tastes like he remembers from their first night together, so fucking delicious and better than anything he could have imagined.

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When her eyes come into focus again, she’s staring at the largest bulge she’s ever seen. Fiona unconsciously licks her lips before she looks up at her sire, her eyes are still sparkling with tears and she’s as confused as ever. How could she be turned on when she just found out the worst news? This is another reason she and perfect were miles apart. She wants so badly to test him because this is a huge triumph for her. She finally got a favorable reaction out of him.

Her hands are trembling when she places them on his knees, she knows what he wants but it’s so wrong. What if Lina saw this? What would she think of Fiona? She doesn’t want to do that to an annoyingly sweet fairy no matter how jealous she was. She still wants him, but she doesn’t want it to be her fault or his. If he loved her, he would leave Lina for her and he didn’t. Still, she pushes her hands up his jeans and they linger on his hips. Knowingly, but as innocently as she can muster, she avoids the words he is looking for when she repeats herself, “Forgive me.”

Charlie doesn’t miss the hungry way in which she licks her lips. They both want this, but why was she fighting it? What did she stand to lose? He couldn’t bring himself to care about what this could mean to Lina. It was wrong, and he was an asshole, but that wasn’t news. And if the fairy never found out... 

When she blatantly disobeys him, he has the urge to smack the mischief right out of her but he refrains. He didn’t want to scare her anymore, no the tone had shifted drastically. He wanted to completely and thoroughly own her. “You have no idea what I’m ready to do to you,” he says as he pushes a thumb into her mouth. Feeling her tongue, he continues, “It could be good for you too, it could be amazing. But... you have to beg the right way.” His chastisement leaves no room for misunderstanding, he was going to leave her senseless. If she could be a good girl and play by the rules, that is.

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“Oh, so my heart does it for you?” His confession was loud and clear to her heightened senses and for once, she smirks even if she doesn’t know whether he’s lying or not. “I always wondered how a sire chose their mark.” she raises an eyebrow feeling much more comfortable now that he’s not rubbing his junk against hers. “If I ever make someone, I’m going to bite them right on the achilles tendon.”

Fiona’s usual smirk grows into a full smile at his question, she almost wants to laugh but she doesn’t. Sometimes Charlie can be so cute without even trying and it’s annoying. For now, she pushes down her hurt and shrugs under him. “Nah, I missed this baby though.” she nods over to the book she abandoned earlier when he bit her. Just in case, she adds a wink at the end to indicate she’s just joking. Of course she missed him. She almost made her way back to his room several times before this just because she wanted to be near him.

Love is strange, she hates him so much but at the same time wants to be with him all day.

Sighing, she rolls her eyes and makes absolutely sure he knows how she really feels, “Yes, okay. Now will you get out so I can get out, it’s getting stuffy down here.” The longer she stays under him, the more she feels like she might do something else she’ll regret.

Charlie wouldn’t love her so much if she wasn’t so damn sassy. He laughs at her answers, feeling much lighter now that she was more comfortable. Before she can blink twice, he has them both out from under the bed. He sweeps her off her feet, her curls falling over one of his arms while the other arm hooks under her knees. He’s looking down at her with a strange expression, marveling in how much she looks like her ancestor.  Though more beautiful to him most definitely.

“You’re not getting away that easily, you insolent little thing.” He smirks at her as he carries her onto the bed. For the first time it doesn’t smell like the cigarettes she doesn’t like, nor is it covered in glitter. Lina had been away that long. Dropping her unceremoniously, he pins her with a playful growl before nipping at her neck. His scent was fading from her skin, and he would try to cover her in it again now that she wasn’t shaking.

He nips to her chest, gently tugging at the top of her shirt. “May I?” he asks this time, way too charming and he knows she can’t resist him. Kneeling up real fast, he pulls his shirt out from where it’s tucked in his pants and unbuttons it as he waits for her answer. “I promise I won’t kick you out tonight...” He scrunches his nose and adds playfully, “...possibly.”

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The accusation jars her and she tries to recall every time she ever saw Effy and Alex in the same room. She liked Effy, wanted to be friends with her even, but how could she assume without asking? Fiona’s eyes dart back and forth trying to organize her memories and she feels sick. She’s so sick she audibly gags, but she never eats before she visits Charlie so there is nothing to expel. As if she couldn’t feel any worse, now she’s just a selfish brat.

“Effy…” she sobs, “she’s so sweet… why?” But she’s not asking the right person. Charlie, mean as he was, he didn’t leave bruises on her. Charlie yelled at her and bit her, made her feel unloved, but vampires shouldn’t have the same bruises every day. She’s glad she didn’t bite Alex, and even more so for not allowing him to bite her. No one is allowed to know her weaknesses, she wished not even Charlie knew. Now she really wants to leave this room, but she’s still too afraid and ashamed to leave it. She manages to look at Charlie finally and for once she could see his emotions in his body language. Fiona doesn’t for one second believe she is perfect, she is so very far from it.

Slowly, the grief stricken vampire crawls off the bed and stays on her knees when she hits the floor. She crawls over to Charlie’s feet and sulks at his feet, but her apology is unspoken for several minutes. She can’t find the right words for this, there is nothing she can say to make her mistake disappear. Finally she bows and stretches her arms in front of her to touch his feet, “Forgive me, father for I have sinned.”

Watching her figure out the truth was almost painful. Effy was such a sweet creature, the torture her brother put her through was unimaginable. Even Charlie Evans, a serial killer, couldn’t justify his actions. He’s so lost in thought that he almost misses her slipping off the bed, and he’s so glad he didn’t. Never had Charlie witnessed a sight so beautiful as her crawl to him. Bowing to him. Calling him father for the first time. 

His groin fills with fire, staring down at her with lustful and prideful eyes. He has to stoop to touch her hair, and when he does he grabs a fistful of it. Straightening back up slowly, he gently but firmly brings her to her knees again. “Say it again,” he orders, staring down at her with nearly black eyes. His hand leaves her hair to hold her face at the chin. Digs his fingers into her cheeks and tugging her closer. There’s no way she can mistake the erection straining against his jeans. He wishes she was fed, he wanted to see her flush.

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His reaction is too fast for her to calculate his moves, she has no time to shield herself against him and her eyes are wide with fright. She definitely pushed too far and her surprise deteriorates into fear. Fiona starts crying visibly for the first time in front of him because she can’t control it. She quickly backs away to make herself as small as possible against his headboard. Words were not going to be useful now, she doesn’t know what else to do and she can’t stop crying. She looks away in shame as her eye makeup runs down her cheeks.

What was so bad about Alex that Charlie would react this way? She feels ignorant as usual, but doesn’t really even care about that anymore. Maybe she hadn’t been the sired he wanted and he finally cracked under her mistakes. She didn’t have a right to challenge his power, she was beneath him and she needs to learn her place. Fiona tries to stop sobbing, but she’s still whimpering quietly when she steels herself to peek at him. Fiona stretches one leg to get off the bed, but he moved just a little and she shrinks back into herself.

Jealously made her lash out at him every chance she could get, but she knows now there is a limit to what Charlie will take. She asks herself why she loves him so much all the time even though he will never love her the same. Paralyzed with fear, Fiona wants desperately to retreat to her room but she’s too afraid to go past him. “I—” she decides against opening her mouth again and just turns away from him to hide her face.

Fiona’s pain and fear flood his senses like a tidal wave. He was beginning to believe he’d only bring her hurt, no matter how hard he tried to make her feel loved. Still, he knew he couldn’t back down. “You what?” he bites, staring at her with unbridled fury in his eyes. Slowly that fury turns to realization. “You didn’t know. Did you?” Squinting his eyes at her, he kneels onto the bed despite the way she shrinks back. “Do you not care about anyone but yourself?” The question is cruel, but he can’t fathom how she could not know. The way Effy cowers every time Alex walks in the room, the bruises and scars that never fade the way they should on a vampire.

His chuckle is of disbelief, and he finds no humor in this. “You never wondered why Effy is frightened of her brother?” He just watches her, waits to see if she comes to the realization on her own. “He isn’t a good man, Fiona. If you had any awareness, outside of yourself, you would have noticed.” Standing up, he walks over to his desk and uncaps the same bottle of scotch he’d been drinking from the day he punished Alex. His hands are steady as he pours a glass. 

He gulps the drink down in two sips, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Her blood is all over him, and he knows he shouldn’t have bitten her that hard. Looking back at her, cowering and overcome with fear, he feels his heart sink. “I meant it,” he says suddenly, drunk with sadness and disappointment. “That night, I really fucking meant it.” She had been perfect. Averting his eyes to his empty glass, he shakes his head. “Ask- no, beg for forgiveness, Fiona, and I will give it to you.” If they were to make amends, she’d have to submit. 

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One second the bat is up and ready to meet his face, the next it’s shattered on the dismal floor. Fiona screams in frustration and clutches her fists so that she’s ready to start swinging on him if she can’t manage to control herself. “Tell me then, who am I allowed to have sex with o'benevolent master?” she spits at his feet and dares him to do something about it by stepping closer to him.

“Do you expect me to be a nun like my ancestor?” she didn’t mean to drag Zia into this, but it just seemed like Charlie expected something completely unfair from her. “Why is Alex on the no bang list, huh? He’s nicer to me than you are.” Fiona could be blind sometimes, self absorbed to the point she didn’t realize what kind of a man Alex really was. If she had known, she probably wouldn’t have slept with him in the first place.

Patience was a virtue that Charlie certainly had, but even Gandhi would be fed up at this point. Roaring loud enough that he’s sure Bran heard it across the castle, he stands and grabs her by her hair. “Nice to you?” his teeth click at her neck, like a wild animal waiting to take a bite. “I gave you everything, Fiona!” He shakes her now, his other hand gripping her by the face. Beneath his anger, there’s something hidden in his expression. He knows it is pain, but he also knows how to keep it well masked. 

Pushing her away from him, he has her stumbling towards the bed. He stalks forward, following her until the back of her knees hit the mattress. His eyes are turning black, and he’s not fighting it this time. She had to learn, for her own safety, and he understood that now. How she could lay herself bare to that sorry excuse for a vampire was beyond him. How could he let her stray this far that she’d want to choose Alex over him? Snapping his teeth at her again, he surges forward and rips her shirt clean off.

As they fall back onto the bed, his fangs rip into her chest. It’s a quick, violent bite meant to punish, and it hurts him to do it. He’s almost sobbing when he pulls away, but he makes it look like he’s panting with anger. She’s a bloody mess on his bed, and he wishes he could take it back already. Pushing his hair back, he looks into her eyes. “I expect you to be grateful, and show me at least a modicum of respect. You...” He has to avert his eyes, unable to finish.

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One thing she knows for certain is that if she fights him to get out she is going to get hurt. His eyes are threatening, but his touch is welcome and she’s closing her eyes to memorize the way the tips of his fingers feel against her skin. She stifles a gasp when his teeth sink into her flesh and her body curves toward his. Of course she needed this, she wanted it more than just arguing and rudeness, but she hates every minute of it too because she knows this is just a game for him. Why did she have to feel this way when he didn’t feel anything at all? She should have stayed avoiding him for the rest of eternity, it would be less of a headache. 

Fiona is silent for once in her life, but on the inside she’s screaming as if she were in pain. Nothing else compares to the way her skin lights up when he’s giving her the attention she so desperately craves, and the worst part is he knows it. Fiona lets out a whimper and grabs a handful of his hair to try and tug him away. “Please…” her eyes are closed tight to keep her from shedding tears while her mind is fighting back. It’s reminding her that he doesn’t love her and his affection means nothing. Fiona needs him to stop. She doesn’t like being so attached and blames her desire on his power over her. He’s just her sire, claiming her again to remind her of her place. This is nothing else but an exercise of dominance and she will always belong to him.

Her eyes finally open again after she successfully calms down. She brushes his hair out of his face and tucks it behind his ear, while her other fingers curl into his shirt. “You just wanted an excuse to see my tits again, that’s why you bit me right there. Now c’mon it’s getting tight in here. Move.”

Charlie lets his conscience sink somewhere deep and peaceful. Nothing felt more right in the world than to be here with her, tasting her and holding her. As it was, she was his sole reason for existing. The most important thing in the world, even more so than Maisie. He created her, and he would die for her in an instant. And he’s almost lost, until her fear and despair tinges the taste of her blood. Normally that was what the beast craved, what it desired from its meal, but Fiona wasn’t a meal to him. It made him sick.

His fangs audibly click when he retracts them, mouth still against her skin. He can’t look up, can’t let her see the pain on his face. Why was this so hard for him? Why couldn’t he let her in? Gently, he nuzzles between her soft breasts. “Wasn’t about your tits,” he whispers, almost wishing she wouldn’t be able to hear. “It was about your heart.” He wipes his mouth on the carpet beside her head, fighting the urge to turn his head and kiss her.

He doesn’t move off of her, knowing if he gave way to her orders she would think she’d be able to get one over on him. Instead he places his elbows beside her head, caging her in but lifting his body so that he wasn’t smothering her anymore. Tilting his head almost like a curious animal, he studies her thoroughly. He really had been worried about her, despite Bran’s reassurances that she was okay. It almost hurt him, her doing okay without him. 

“Did you miss me?” he murmurs, hand returning to her hair. He can’t help it, her curls were so soft and beautiful. 

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Charlie bites the back of Lina’s neck one more time before rolling to the side to give her some air. She’s panting but he’s not, he doesn’t need to and that was the weirdest thing about sex after he’d turned. He never felt winded, never needed a moment to breathe. His hand lands on the small of her back where he rubs in small circles while he stares up at the ceiling with a satisfied smirk on his face. “You gonna live?” he teases, dragging her face down onto his chest.

Pushing some of her hair behind her ear, he studies her face. She was sweet, and her cheeks always rosy like she always had something to be happy about. Charlie wondered how that felt. Tapping her nose, he murmurs, “Hi pretty girl.”

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It’s very irritating how bad she is at reading his emotions and she wishes for a moment she could be like Arthur in that respect. If the emotions were named after the characters in Mad Max, Fiona would definitely be Furiosa right now. She’s already armed with a whiffle bat to smack him on the head several times with it. When she kicks in his door, he doesn’t even budge which makes her even more upset. “Oh, do I fucking need something? You’re damn right I need something!”

Fiona snatches the book out of his hand and throws it with all of her force and she immediately regrets it when the top cover breaks off. She ignores it for now, making a note to find out what the book is and replace it later. Just in case, Fiona raises the bat to swing it at him if he gets up from his throne, “Stay out of my sex life, it’s none of your business!”

Fiona loved to rant and rave about how terrible of a sire he was, but if she were Zia attempting to pull this shit on Liam then she would never leave this room. He stares up at her, flexing his fingers that were just under his chin before sitting up straighter so that his eyes catch hers. “If you hit me, Fiona, I will drag you to the parlor and spank you on my knee for everyone to watch.”

Quickly, he grabs the bat and yanks it out of her hands before breaking it over his knees. He throws the two pieces on the ground and resumes his slouched position. “You are mine,” he says simply. “You won’t have sex with who I tell you not to have sex with. You will obey me, no matter how unfair you believe my orders to be.” He knows he sounds too much like Liam right now, but maybe the old man had a point.