Her fangs sank into his neck, and from the first hit of his crimson ambrosia hitting her tongue, she was lost in pleasure. She gorged on his blood and swung a leg over his lap to straddle him. To keep him pinned and to get more of this wonderful feeling. Her plan to drain him to escape him vanished beneath the desire to feast and fuck her sire. Her body sang with need, more so than when she was in the throws of her transformation. Her clothing felt like one barrier too many between her body and his. She wanted him to slide his hands up her hoodie and toy with her nipples. She wanted to reach down and free his cock from his pants. To stroke him so he felt the same wanton need as Cassie did. She needn’t have feared being alone in her stupor. Casandra was not the only one to feel the intoxication of their bond. “Oh, fuck.” Sylas sighed with ecstasy lacing his tongue. His hands gripped her hips and he saw stars when she ground herself down on the straining bulge of his pants. He could easily tear her moon-kissed body free from her hoodie and jeans and fuck her into oblivion. His hands itched to take hold of her clothing and do just that. No. Not unless she asks for sex. Sylas’s eyes rolled shut and he half smiled, knowing one day she would do more than simply ask for sex. She’d demand it, and he would deliver in abundance. 

Cassandra’s plan to weaken her master and flee shattered as her body embraced the pleasure of his blood coursing through her undead veins. She hissed against his throat with frustration. As good as this felt, her hunger for sustenance was an annoying whine in the back of her mind that threatened to kill the mood. She wanted to ignore it and focus only on how likely she’d come from dry humping her sexy sire, and his blood thrumming through her, but the pain seared to the forefront of her mind. 

“A-ah-fuck.” She retracted her fangs and leaned back in pain. Her hands cupped at her stomach and could have sworn it was spasming, she was so hungry. “It hurts.” 

“Here.” Sylas hurried to push the rim of the yoda mug to her lips. “Drink it all and you’ll feel better. I promise.” Her pupils dilated and the smell of the human blood made her mouth water, and her stomach rumble. Her hands pawed desperately at either side of the cup as Sylas tipped it. Warm blood lapped at her lips, and she drank it down like the starving creature she was. “There you go. Good. Very good.” He smiled, pleased to see her feeding. He had worried she would bo difficult when it came to drinking human blood, but it would seem her hunger was too great to ignore. “You’ll feel much better soon.” He released the cup so she could tip it higher and drain the rest of the pint. His hands rested on her thighs and he watched her with a smile. Sylas waited until she finished and lowered the cup to stare over the rim at him. Her lips were smeared red and her eyes were still glowing rubies, but her complexion was much better. A hungry vampire looked like death, whereas a well fed one just looked like they needed a touch of makeup to pass for a normal human with pale skin. “How do you feel now?” 

“…better, I guess.” She answered sheepishly. His smile was kind, but arousal still lingered in his eyes, and it scared her. I can’t believe how close I came to, well, coming from rubbing myself against him as I drank his blood. She felt wet and far too sensitive for her own good. Had she not been so hungry, she knew she would have rode Sylas until her toes curled. I wanted to take my clothes off and have sex with him. Oh God, his blood was delicious, but I felt like I was drugged. Her mind was clear now she’d drank human blood, and she knew she’d have to find another way to escape him. I can’t drink from him again. I felt like I would have agreed to anything he wanted me to. I sure as hell didn’t want to leave him. I wanted…more. Cassandra gulped and leaned back as much as she could without risking falling off his lap. Her sire felt her mentally putting distance between them as well, and his smile became sad. 

“Don’t worry. What just happened between us was perfectly natural, and will always be your choice.” He spoke softly and with his hands up as to not spook her. “Take your time. When you’re ready to move, let me know and I’ll get you some more blood.” The fang marks on his neck sealed over and the smell of his blood in the air finally dissipated. She lowered the yoda cup and regarded him warily. She was still sat on his lap, despite how weird things just became when she bit him. 

“I don’t want to move.” Sylas’s smile grew. “Why don’t I want to move?” She raised a brow at him and there was an accusatory tone to her question. He sighed through his smile and tentatively placed his hands on her knees. 

“Because I am your sire.”

“So?” She folded her arms with the mug hanging from her right hand. 

“You like being close to me.” He chuckled at the ‘like hell I do’ look on her face. “My presence calms you.”

“Until you freak out and snarl in my face?” She countered, and Sylas sighed with a shrug. 

“I am sorry about that. Instinct took over when you displayed defiance.” He sat forward and she tensed on his lap. “I don’t ever want to frighten you. I just want to be a good sire for you.” Her scowl darkened, and Sylas felt like the next few decades with his spawn were not going to be pleasant. “You are a vampire, and my spawn. Nothing will ever change that. And before you get any ideas about attacking me or doing me any harm, you are incapable of doing anything to me that would result in my harm, or betraying me. You can’t even leave my presence, unless I allow it. But-” 

“What the fuck?” Damn it, she cut off his warning, and engaged panic mode. “So I’m you’re slave?!” She scrambled off his lap and Sylas quickly stood to follow her. Cassie wasn’t snarling at him, but trying hard to hide how scared she was. 

“No, you are my spawn.” 

“Same difference!” Tears rebelliously escaped her eyes and she hated how vulnerable she must look. 

“No, not the same difference.” Sylas pressed a hand to his chest and begged her to see how far from the truth that was. “Trust me, there is a big difference.” 

“And how the hell would you know the difference?!” She screamed at him. 

“Because I was a spawn that was also a slave.” She’d never seen his expression look so haunted before. For a moment, a deep trauma threatened to surface from the dark place he’d buried it long ago. But with a pained smile and a few obviously controlled breaths, Sylas shoved it back down. All the fight seemed to fade away from her and Cassandra took a step towards him. “So when I say.” His voice wobbled, so he cleared his throat to regain control of it. “So when I say that your future is yours, and I will only ever act without your consent is in the event you are at risk, I truly mean it.” She held her elbows as Sylas slowly closed the distance between them. “Cassandra, I want to give you the future I promised you. Let me teach you how to be a well adjusted, modern vampire.” He slowly brought his hands up to touch her elbows. His touch was feather light, and his red eyes darkened to warm brown. “Let me take you to work with me tomorrow. I’ll introduce you to the other vampires in our coven. You can ask them what kind of vampire I am, if you wish. Just…” He sighed and let his hands fall back to his sides. “…be patient with me. I only want to care for you, Cassie. Give me the chance to learn how to do that. Give me a chance. You won’t regret it.” 

“I already do.” She whispered…holding him on the edge of despair. Then she held up the Yoda mug and smiled awkwardly. “But, erm, I’m still hungry. Do you have any more?” 

“Yes.” His smile was tender and he swung his arm to escort her to the kitchen. “I have enough blood in storage to tide us over for months. And I can get more.” He reassured her eagerly and checked over his shoulder to see if his spawn was following him. “You can drink from stored blood for as long as you want, but one day I’ll teach you how to safely feed on humans. So you can-”

“Sylas?” She cut him off and handed him the Yoda cup. “I’m hanging on by a thread in here.” Cassandra tapped her temple. “I can’t think about feeding on people.” And she wasn’t sure she could ever bite and feed on a person. 

“Baby steps.” She pouted at him, but Sylas’s grin didn’t slip. He thought this was a good sign. He even poured a second cup of blood to heat with hers, so he could make a toast. “To an eternity built on patience and trust.” Cassandra darted her eyes to the red love heart themed mug he was toasting her with, and rolled her eyes. 

“Sure. Bottom’s up.” Fuck my life.