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Blood Ties

�I�m naked!�� Cora
gasped.

�So am I�� Dwayne
couldn�t help but smile when she lifted the sheets to check on his state of
undress.�

�So you are.� Um� how
exactly did that happen?�� She craned
her neck to look at him with a raised eyebrow.�
He was still behind her, curled against her body.� A perfect fit.� He toyed with her hair, making her want to purr.

�You and your clothes were a bit dirty.� Had to throw in the drink to rinse you
off.�� He dropped the strands of hair
from his hand, resting it on her shoulder, propping himself up on his opposite
elbow.� �Cora��

�Hmmm?�

�How much do you remember about last night?�� Her cheeks flushed red and she tried to sink
into the mattress.

�I, ah� I don�t remember much.� Paul was giving me a piggy back ride, and after that� I don�t
know.� I had some weird dreams
though.�� Looking back down at their
naked bodies,� �Uh, did we do something
last night?�

Dwayne smiled at her question.� �No, we didn�t do anything.�
Nothing sexual, anyway.�� He
wouldn�t tell her how hard, no pun intended, it was for him to lay next to her
with no barriers between them.� Without
touching her.� But, she�s awake now�

�Good�� His face
fell.� �Cause something tells me that�s
something I�d want to remember.��
Relieved, Dwayne shook his head, dropping his head back down to the
pillow.� She was teasing him.� After all the hell she went through, we
all went though, she�s actually teasing me.�

�So� what did happen?��
Cora knew it was a loaded question.

�You don�t remember anything after getting to the
boardwalk?�

�Just that Paul carried me.�
After that� I know there�s something there, but�� Cora�s eyes glazed over as a memory washed
over her.� The restroom.� The fight.�
The knife.� The fucking
knife.� Gasping for air, Cora jumped
up to look down at her chest.� The
sheets pooled around her waist, but she didn�t notice.� What she did notice was the tiny, jagged
pink scar.� �Shit!� What the hell happened to me?� Why am I not dead?�

�You almost were� but as far as what happened� Paul and
Marko found you in the restroom, bleeding and in shock.� Marko, being the smart kid he is, saved your
life.� He gave you a bit of his blood.� Right there�� He ran his finger over the pink mark.� �His blood stopped you from bleeding out completely.� Paul, well� not quite sure what he did.� You know he�s not good under pressure.� He did carry you the whole way back.� So, I�ll give him a bit of credit� David was
out feeding and on his way back when Marko sent out the S.O.S.� I was� It was the strangest thing.� I felt it.�
The whole thing��

�What?� Whaddya mean,
you felt it?�

��That night� that
night I took your blood.� It�s in the
blood.� Ties you to me.� Once I have your blood, I can find you
anywhere.� But, it was more than that�
almost�� He shook his head, running his thumb over the inside of his
wrist.� �It was like I was with you, in
your body, feeling what you felt.� I
hadn�t noticed it before, but looking back, it�s been that way since that first
night by the carousel.�

�But��

�So when I got here, Marko and Paul had you laid out in the
middle of the floor.� They apparently
had tried to get you to take their wrists, but you refused.� David didn�t try, because he knew you
wouldn�t accept him either.� You were a
mess.� Blood covered every inch of you.� Normally, it would have been a huge turn
on� So, there I am, the only one you�d drink from, but you still didn�t.� I held my wrist to your mouth for what
seemed like ages.� But nothing.� I thought I�d lost you, before I�d even
found you.�� His voice cracked.� Cora rolled to face him, laying her head on
his chest.� Taking a minute to gather
his thoughts, Dwayne continued, clearing his throat.� �But you did.� You drank
what I offered� So, ah� once we knew you were out of immediate danger, I took
you back to the spring, striped you down and rinsed you off.�� He smiled down at her.� �David took Paul and Marko back to where it
happened.� But there was only one body.�

�Body?� Like dead?�

�Yeah.� You
apparently crushed his esophagus.� But
the other one, he�d gotten up and left.��
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

�Wait, so I like� drank your blood?� So am I going to be a vampire now?�� He chuckled.

�No, not unless you want to�� It doesn�t work like that.�

�What?� Becoming a
vampire?�� She lifted her head to look
at him.

�Yeah.�� He took a
breath.� �There are two ways to become a
vampire.� Both involving at least a
little blood exchange.� There�s the hard
way: drink vampire blood and become a halfling until you make your first
kill.� Then there�s the easy way:� a series of blood exchanges.� I�d drink from you, and then you�d drink
your own blood mixed with mine, from me.�
But to be able to handle that, you need really strong blood.� That�s why most vampires are made the hard
way.��

�That sounds bass ackwards.�

�Yeah, it doesn�t sound right, but it does make sense when
you think about it.� See, turning
someone through blood exchange only, you tie them to you.� Making them dependant on you for blood, to
survive.� Not many people would be able
to do that.�� At least not without
the Mating Bands.

�Oh� so� is my blood weak� or strong?�� She almost didn�t want to know the answer.

�Strong, baby.�
Strong.� Yours is the strongest
I�ve tasted from a non-vampire.�� He
rubbed her shoulder, putting his other hand behind his head.

Cora sat up, looking in his eyes.� �So� how do we do this?�

He asked her to repeat herself because he wasn�t sure he
heard her right.� �You said I wouldn�t
be turned unless I want to.�� Well, I
want to.� How do we get this thing started?�

Dwayne couldn�t believe what he was hearing.� A sudden wave of fear crept up as the
memories threatened to break free.� No,
this is Cora.� She�s not her.� Look looked down at her face, anticipation
flashing in her eyes, along with a heat meant only for him.� His arousal shot through the roof, kicking
his cock into high gear.� He had been
semi-erect for the past hour, just watching her, clamping down on his body.� Now, there was no denying it as the sheets
tented at his groin.� Her eyes went
wide, and she turned to him, with an eyebrow lifted and a lopsided smirk.

She didn�t even hear, or feel him move.� Suddenly, she was on her back.� He lay above her, resting his weight on his
elbows, spreading her thighs with one of his.�
He settled in between her legs, and his mouth crashed down on hers.� Their tongues dueled; licking, sucking.� He gently scraped his teeth over her bottom
lip, causing her to move under him.�

Her hands slid up his sides and over his back, digging her
nails in, scratching.� He arched into
her, rubbing her sensitive clit.� She
lifted her hips, trying to up the pressure.�
Her body undulated against his, making him growl, low in his throat.� The primal noise hit her like a ton of
bricks.� The rumble went from her
pebbled nipples in a straight line to her sex, drenching her already slick
folds.

Taking one hand out from under her shoulders, he pinched her
nipple, making her body twitch.� Her
feet ran up and down his legs, caressing him.�
He moved his hand south, over her belly.� She whimpered.� His hand
twisted, and slid dangerously close to her weeping sex, only to miss and head
around to the outside of her thigh.�
Hooking her behind the knee, he pulled up her leg.� Sliding his hand to the inside, he pushed
her leg out, opening her to him.

He hissed at the scent of her arousal, and plunged a finger
into her hot, slick folds.� She cried
out, digging her nails into his back and his arm.� She rocked against his hand, urging him to go deeper.� He circled her clit with his thumb as he
slipped one, and then two fingers into.�
Stretching her, preparing her.�
She bucked as her orgasm neared.�
He pushed her to the edge, and held her there.� Not letting her come yet.�
She whimpered and pleaded.�
�Please, God.� Please�� This is just like the dream� He
pulled his fingers from her, grabbing his cock, spreading her juices over
himself.� When he was done, he lifted
his hand to his mouth, tasting her.� She
almost came at the sight.� He growled
and licked his lips, looking down at her with fiery passion, the potent taste
of vanilla, lavender, cinnamon, and lust on his tongue.� He claimed her mouth again as he pushed into
her.� His mouth caught her cries.�

Slowly, inch by inch, he entered her.� She thought she was going to die from the
exquisite pleasure.� Fully seated in
her, he could feel her inner walls contract around him.� She was close. God, was she close.� He pulled his hips back as slowly as he
entered her, leaving only the engorged head in her.� He stayed there for a minute.�
Without warning, her slammed into her, all the way to the hilt.� She cried out as her orgasm claimed her. He
began to thrust into her, giving no quarter.�
As her first orgasm faded, another was on its heal.� Hot pain seared her neck as Dwayne sunk his
teeth into her neck, and she came hard, blending the line between pleasure and
pain.

He rode her and drank from her until three more orgasms
ripped through her body.� Pulling out of
her neck, he licked the wounds closed.�
Still seated deep inside her, he leaned back.� Slicing his neck with his own nail, cutting straight down the
middle of the light pattern circling his neck, he leaned back down, cupping her
head to him.� Her mouth closed over his
skin, greedily suckling from him.� The
feel of her sucking him through the very mark that claimed him as hers took him
over the edge.� He bucked into with a
hoarse yell, filling her with hot jets.�
He ground into her as his orgasm faded, pushing her over the edge
again.� Oh, how he loved the fell of her
clenching his cock.

She let go of his neck when the gash closed, cutting off her
supply, and he promptly collapsed onto her.�
His weight felt good.� Enough
that she felt pinned, yet not so much that she couldn�t breathe.� Both were panting hard.� He rolled off to the side, and pulled her over
him, draping her leg over his thighs.�
The blood exchange gave them both a buzz, setting them adrift on the
euphoric high.

**********

Four more times, they went at each other.� By the middle of the afternoon, they were
both exhausted.� Pleased, very pleased,
but exhausted.� After the fourth go
round, they both got a fifth wind when he didn�t have to slice his own neck for
her to drink.� Small fangs appeared in
her mouth.� Small, but very sharp.� Neither of them noticed until she sliced her
tongue on one.� Catching the scent of
her own blood in her mouth, Dwayne was instantly and painfully hard.� She laughed playfully when she saw his
reaction.� Joking, she acted like it was
a burden, keeping up with him.� And then
she pulled him down on top of her.

At sundown, Cora woke up.�
She inhaled, taking in the scent of their blood, their love making.� Love making?� I�ve never thought of sex like that before.� But that�s what it had been.� She sat up and turned to look at him.� The only light was that of the clock in the
corner, but she could see perfectly.�
She saw the way he was completely relaxed.� Even that night, he held tension in his sleeping
body.� But not now.� She followed the line of his brow with her
eyes, down and around his chin, and to his neck.� That�s where her eyes stopped.�
There was a scar running across his neck.� She leaned down to get a better look.� It wasn�t a scar.� It was
a pattern.� Like a tattoo, only in
reverse.� The pattern was light against
his skin, twisting and swirling with larger knots on the sides.� Almost celtic, but not quite.� She looked further down, eyes drawn to his
wrists.� The pattern was there, too.� She picked up his arm to look closer.� The markings on his wrist mirrored the ones
on his neck, only there was just one large knot on the inside.�

She caught sight of her own wrists.� Holy shit!!� The pattern was there, on her wrists, exactly like his, only
smaller, more proportionate to her body.�
She ran her fingers over the markings, mesmerized.�

�Mating Bands.��
Dwayne�s voice, thick with sleep, startled her.

�What?�

�The markings.� It�s
what they are.� Mating Bands.� They let everyone know who you belong to,
who I belong to.� That�s what I meant
last night��

�When?�

�When I said I had already felt it, even though I tried to
deny it.� It was us.� Our bond.�
It�s why� why I felt so� so much despair when I thought you were gone.�

�So� we�re bonded?�
Mated?�

�Yes.�

�Forever?�

�Yes.� Even if one of
us dies, the bond is still there.�� He
held up his wrists to her.� �The
stronger the bond, the more prominent the Bands become.� To have them this noticeable in just one
night�� He thought back to their first
true exchange earlier in the day.� They
had been there already.� Just not
visible.� He remembered his explosive reaction
to her drinking through the Band.

�Dwayne� I don�t want to ruin this�� Mother fucker.� Here it comes.� His
head dropped, hair covering his eyes.�
�Dwayne?� Dwayne look at me.� I think� Is it possible� to� to fall in love
from just one night together?�� He shut
his eyes, letting his head fall back.�
He was shaking.

�Dwayne?� Are you
ok?� I didn�t mean� I didn�t want�� He stopped her with a crushing embrace.� Pulling her to her knees, he rocked her back
and forth.� Now she was the one
shaking.� Tears sprung from her
eyes.� He kissed her, long and
hard.� Her tears mixing with his.

After a round of heavy petting, Dwayne and Cora went to the
spring.� Peaking his head out the door,
he motioned the all clear, and still naked, they ran.� Taking to the water, they bathed each other, running the warm
water over their bodies, pleasuring each other with their hands.�

They stepped out of the water, limbs complete Jell-o.� Racing back to his, no, their room, they
dressed and headed out to the main room.�
Paul was carrying on, as usual.�
Marko was egging him on, and David tried not to kill them both.� As Dwayne and Cora stepped out of the
tunnel, holding hands, shit-eating grins on both of their faces, the three
blonde vampires froze.� Heat flooded her
cheeks.� Marko was the first to
break.�

�It�s about time!��
He smiled back at them.� Paul
cat-called and made rude remarks that made Cora�s blush deepen.� Without saying a word, David walked over to
them.� He tilted his head and squinted
his eyes.� On an inhale, he stood
straight, eyes wide.� Then he smirked.

�Mating Bands?�� He
shook his head.� �From the first moment,
I knew there was something� I just didn�t think it would be this.�� Stepping forward, he grasped the joined
hands.� �May you bring each other eternal
happiness.�� David�s blessing caused
both Marko and Paul to whistle and cat-call.�

Stepping back and smiling, David joined in, clapping.� He allowed them their celebration.� Cora would become pack, he had no doubt of
that.� There was no reason to ruin her
night.� He could wait.� But he couldn�t wait forever.

***

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