Lee’s POV 
 

The wind gushes against my cheeks while I bite down on my lip. I fight the urge to turn around and slap the idiot straight across his absurd face. Because one, I know it won't do anything to him, since he is a vampire, and therefore his skin is thicker than any other supernatural being I know. The bastards are hard as a rock. And two because if I turn around there is a chance I may give in to the thoughts in my head, and I don’t know when I will be able to walk away from Taehyung again. 

It's so weird every time it happens. Every time he kisses me. So weird how my body knows it’s right and wrong at the same time to let Taehyung touch even the slightest bit of my skin. But it’s unavoidable. It’s like electricity pulls me to him. A power emanating from both of our bodies demanding more.

Demanding me to give in to him. Demanding to be complete. When his lips caress mine it always feels as if I am breathing for the first time. My legs also feel as if they can give up at any given time. And I really don’t know what to make of that. Plus the entire shock wave that runs through my skin pulling me to him and needing to touch him. 

That one freaks me out the most. 

So I know if I go back there, to where I left him, and he looks at me with those eyes, the ones that seem to have so many words and thoughts trapped in them, I might break. And I will not break in front of a bloodsucker, I don’t care how hot he is. Or how pretty. Or his eyes... I shake my head discarding the thoughts as I walk away from Taehyung. I walk away from him and from the need spreading all over my body, especially between my legs. 

Jesus fucking Christ, I need to use my vibrator as soon as I get home. 

The wind starts to cut against my exposed skin. The nights here tend to be cold even during the hot months of summer, but this year it seems winter came in with a strength. Snow storms, hazel, anything that would force most people to stay inside their homes. A warning of the turmoil about to come. No one can know I have kissed Taehyung. Especially since I did it more than once. One time is a slip-up, two... two it can't be taken as an accident no matter how hard I try to think of it that way. Never in my life has a kiss turned me on this much. Ever. Not that I have a lot of experience but some experience still counts.

And that’s exactly what I tell myself as I make a turn to my street wondering why is it that when Jimin touches me it doesn’t feel I need more. It doesn’t feel as if I need his mouth on mine to breathe. His hands roaming on my body before they have a hold of my ass. His dick inside of me. No. It definitely does not feel like that. But with Taehyung? I want his hands to roam, to explore. I want to be worshipped by his lips as he gets on his knees and tastes how wet I am. If I had not pulled away... I can't even think about what could have happened.  

Sometimes in life, we are on autopilot. We do things without realizing it and right now it seems it is how I am moving. The walk to my apartment should take me much longer than the minutes it feels like it took. I don’t even know how I made it here, but as I take my keys out, the hairs on the back of my neck lift. I am not alone. But I don’t move. Whatever it is hiding in the shadows of the hallway, it doesn’t feel like a predator waiting for me to be vulnerable, or at least I don’t feel I am in danger.Just a presence approaching me. The hairs on the back of my neck beg for me to turn, and the lingering thought of who it haunts my mind. So I move faster trying to open the door. I move so my thoughts don’t catch up with what my body is telling me. 

A hand moves around my neck. Fast, determined, and yet softly at the same time turning my chin to him and forcing my body to meet his. I could feel it was him. I could feel my body telling me it was him.

Taehyung looks down at me, a look I have never seen on his beautiful face before. He doesn’t let go of my chin. He doesn’t seem to move. I only realize we are inside of my apartment when the door shuts behind him while I am backing up into my living room with his gaze still set on me. 

Taehyung walks us both to the back of my sofa. My ass bumps against the material and then when he knows I am trapped he leans in. His breathing fans against my lips as I absorb all of his words. “Never turn your back on me again,” he says and I can hear the command in his voice. He is using his powers. Not that it works on me but I can still hear it which makes me wonder if he is doing it on purpose or not. If it's just his will flowing off him. I say nothing, and Taehyung seems to have a hard time reading my reactions. “Understood?” 

The question only leaves me more intrigued if he is trying to use his powers or not. The truth is even if he is there is something in me telling me to fight back. To brat. To say no. Quite possibly because it’s him but I don’t have time to think about it. “Not that I have to do what you say, but why?” 

“Because I don’t like it,” he admits and there is a second my heart stops before it goes crazy.  

“You don’t like me turning my back on you?” 
Taehyung takes one final step towards me and all space between us vanishes.

His chest bumps against mine and as he looks down at my eyes I notice his gaze dropping to my lips as I lick them waiting for him to speak. “I don’t like knowing you are turned on because of me, and yet you decide to walk away despite it. I could smell it,” he says and I frown. The corners of his lips turn up when he inhales again and I know he can still smell the scent lingering on me. Shit. “I could smell you becoming more aroused with the kiss. Your blood running hotter beneath your skin. I could feel it emanating from you. But knowing you walked away despite you wanting it to happen? No, I don’t like that.” 

He leans in and I don’t pull away. I can’t. Mesmerized by how his eyes go from me to my lips, then meet my gaze once more, Taehyung uses the hold on my chin to pull me and his lips close on mine. This kiss is different. It's not full of impatience. Not like the previous two where we were clashing with anger and stubbornness. No, this kiss is far more different as he lets go of his hold on me, and his hand slips to the back of my head pulling me closer. This kiss is to tell me to submit. His other hand travels on the side of my body, leaving a tingling sensation in its path. 

Taehyung's lips meet mine, over and over again as I let my fingers slide between the strings of his hair. He sighs into the kiss when our tongues meet, and pushes himself against me letting me know I am not the only one aroused with what's happening. With one hand only he lifts me, sitting me on the back of the sofa and I open my legs circling his waist with them.  

He tugs my hair back, exposing my neck and his lips glide over my skin. There is a brief pause before he continues. As if he is trying to see if I will react. If this will make me push him away. I should stop him. I need to stop him. I can feel his smirk as he kisses the spot over my carotid. Over and over again while my heartbeat goes higher, and then his tongue glides on my skin. Shit. I liked that. Never in my life have I been in such great danger, and never was I this reckless not to pull back. But I don’t want to. Because I
have also never been this turned on. 

His hand slides beneath my shirt, his thumb caresses my stomach and I tighten my legs on him. I want him naked and inside of me, but he seems to be enjoying taking his time. He presses himself against me one more time, and I moan feeling how hard he is even through the clothes. It seems he enjoys the sound because his hand clashes on my ass grabbing it with such force I know if I was human it would leave a mark.  

“Bed?” He asks and I nod. 

Taehyung carries me not breaking the kiss. He lays me on my back on top of my unmade bed and slowly starts to kiss down my body removing my clothes as he does so. Leaving me in nothing but my panties in front of him the vampire looks down at me. A sweaty, aroused mess. He unbuttons his shirt, letting his lips hover over mine. His hand slides between my breasts, his thumb stopping on my nipple to flick it. Taehyung’s fingertips lift the hem of my underwear as he lets them slide further down. “I am going to fuck you right now,” he mumbles against my lips as I help him out of his clothes. “I am going to fuck the stubbornness out of you. You won't remember anything but how good my dick is and how wet you are for the next few days.” 

Well, that merely does it. I feel him hard against my leg as he parts my knees. Taehyung leans in, kissing me with such gentleness I wonder if he knows I don’t break easily? Or how many times has he done this with someone who's not a vampire? But I brush the last one aside because for whatever reason it makes my stomach feel funny. His lips let go of mine and suck at a place on my collarbone. Taehyungs mouth travels down, as he lets his finger at my entrance. When his tongue finds my nipple he slides one finger in. A moan escapes me and I hear him grunting against my breast. His teeth graze my skin and I swear the danger of knowing he can feed from me makes me even more wet. 

Taehyung adds another finger, pumping in and out of me and fucking me with his hand only. The sensation is better than anything I have felt before. He fills me as much as possible and I take in the little pain it brings to my body. He nips on my nipple, not enough to draw blood but enough so I am sent over the edge while he silences my moan with a kiss.  

Taehyung leans back, his eyes stay on mine as he speaks. “That sound...” he says taking his fingers from inside of me and placing them in his mouth. He licks them, ever so slowly humming in approval. “The sweet sounds you make while you cum are good, but your taste?” He licks his lips as if to prove a point.
“You taste like the sweetest, most forbidden of all the nectars.” 

His mouth lets go of mine and he kisses down my body. Taehyung then sighs against my core. He rests his forehead on my lower stomach breathing against my skin it takes me a while but it finally hits me what is happening. The bastard is restraining himself. He is getting thirsty while horny. Quite normal in vampires and I am not sure how Taehyung is when he has sex, but a lot of the others of his kind tend to feed during sex. Since the humans also go through an extasy feeling and get overwhelmed and aroused during the feeding process, it is only natural the vampires get the same reaction. 

I groan when he doesn’t move, and finally, after chuckling, his tongue slowly touches me. Taehyung gives me one slow lick. Soft, as if trying to see how much it pains him to go this slow. Sex has been, not overly bad for most of my life. But like I said I dated Jimin before, so of all the things we had, sex also lacked something I needed. Passion. The need to rip each other's clothes and worship our bodies with every touch and kiss. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t mind-blowing either. Taehyung’s face between my legs has me more wet than fucking Jimin for all those months. 

It’s the way he puts himself in front of me. Being so sure we both want this. The need I see in his eyes, not for my blood but for my body. My pleasure. it’s the way he is, and the way that despite us hating each other, I know he thinks about me.  

Taehyung spreads my legs further, his nose brushes against my clit while he licks his way down, and then slips his tongue inside of me. The sound I can only describe, as a man who was starving and finally feeds, leaves him. A rumble comes out of his chest. Like thunder in a clear night sky. It makes me moan at the same time his tongue makes me shut my eyes so hard I see stars through my eyelids. My fingers crawl between the strings of his hair as Taehyung uses his tongue faster and brings me so close to the edge once again, before pulling away. 

“Now,” he says, and I arch a brow questioning why he stopped. “You turn around.” 

“Why?” 

The way my voice shows no fear has him smiling. “Because I said I was fucking the stubbornness out of you, and by that I mean I am going to have you on all fours, biting your pillow while I fuck you from behind and show you who's in charge,” he leans in closer, his dick rubbing against my leg and making me crave to taste him. “I am going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to sit properly for a few days. Not without thinking why your ass and pussy hurt.” 

I swear I can feel myself dripping. Taehyung moves his hands to my waist and flips me around. Without even saying a word I clutch the sheets beneath me. I whimper when his teeth graze my cheeks, and when I feel him positioning himself at my entrance.

Taehyung’s hand finds my breast, and he softly plays with one nipple all the while rubbing his cock against my swollen clit.  
I swear I could come with just the friction again. With the sound of a chuckle, I realize Taehyung knows this as well. “So filthy,” he mumbles kissing my back. “What would your boyfriend say if he saw you whimpering for me like this,” he kisses my shoulder and pinches my nipple forcing a moan out of me. “What would anyone say if they saw their perfect girl in this position? If they saw how dirty you are? My little slut.”  Shit. 

Taehyung nips on my neck at the same time he thrusts inside of me. He still doesn’t draw blood, but my blood is so hot I don’t necessarily care. If he feeds from me right now, I don’t think I would care either.

That’s how much he has me forgetting everything I am outside of these walls. 
Taehyung's hands get a hold of my waist. He grabs me with enough strength to leave a bruise, but I somehow love it. He thrusts, slowly but hard at first. He thrusts to the point I do bite my pillow while he fucks me in a way no man has ever done before.

Taehyung fucks the way he presents himself to people, sure of himself. But shit if it doesn’t feel good. 
“Cum for me,” he demands and I hold back. “You better cum for me before I do Lee.” 

When I still don’t a hard smack lands on my ass. The pain stings but it sends a jolt of pleasure through my body. And then, as he speeds up, I break. I come harder than I ever did. Sweat drips down my body but it’s the words being whispered in my ear that have me moaning as my orgasm runs through me.
“Good girl.” 

Taehyung isn’t gentle as he slams into me, over and over again, and when he cums, when I feel him swelling the most sinful sound leaves him. A sound I wouldn’t mind hearing again. Then he leans over me, his lips touching my shoulder as I fall on the bed stomach down. Panting, sweating, and in desperate need of a shower. 

“Such a good girl” I hear him mumbling.  
I have questions. Things I need to know. My eyelids grow heavy, no doubt from the workout, and I swear I hear a chuckle coming from behind me before I eventually drift into sleep. 

When I wake up, daylight fills my bedroom. I dare to open one eye and look at my bedside table where my alarm lets me know it’s the crack of dawn. Nearly 7 a.m. I groan and am about to step out of bed when my body aches and I remember the reason for the pain. I have never been sore like this before, and I am used to running and training. But this is different. I turn around and sit on the bed realizing a few things.

Taehyung is nowhere in sight, I can't hear him in my apartment either, I have my sheets and duvet over me which means at some point I was moved and covered, and there's a small box that I recognize on the bedside table. A box whose menu I have on my fridge. 

Frowning I pick it up. The aroma hits me before anything else does. But by the time I lift the lid, it's only a confirmation. A croissant, and some bottled orange juice from my favorite pastry shop around the corner. My frown only deepens as I take the note from inside.
I figured you would wake up hungry, so it’s best to leave these here. And no it's not poisoned.

If I didn’t know what to make of it before I surely don’t know now. The sex was... something else. This man, being, whatever, fucked me like no one ever had before. Not as if I was going to break. Not as if I am the daughter of the moon. Not as if being with me will bring him benefits. But as someone he really wanted. 

It’s messing with my head because I shouldn’t have enjoyed it as much as I did, and worse, it’s making me rethink so many things. Like the fact he is a vampire and I am still alive after he fucked me senseless. I take a bite out of the croissant and sip on my juice still feeling dazed after the night I had. No messages on my phone either, and for whatever reason, when I step out of bed, my body complaining more than it should, I put Taehyung’s note inside my bedside table drawer. 

A shower is indeed needed so I head to the bathroom and turn the water on. Fog fills the room, as I step beneath the water stream. There's a brief moment where I realize I’m washing away all remnants of him on me and my heart sinks at it.  

We need to talk though. We agreed to work together and now I fear this will complicate things. There's no feelings I’m not an idiot. I am aware Taehyung can’t have feelings for me. But the sex was indeed mind-blowing. But was it a one-time thing? Does he want to do it again? 

I'm pretty sure he won't, and I shouldn’t even be considering it. But the truth is...it just felt so fucking right. 

I wrap myself in a towel and head to my bedroom again when a knock on my door stops me in my tracks. The walk is short, my apartment isn’t too big, and peeking through the peephole I see the one person that shouldn’t be here. 

A sigh escapes me as I open the door to...my ex-boyfriend? I don’t even know anymore what Jimin and I are for each other. He looks at me, up and down realizing I am only wearing a towel and my stomach flips in all the wrong ways. No desire in his eyes. No craving. 

Nothing. 
Only confusion. 

“You-” he starts but then shakes his head and clears his throat. “Your brother called. You didn’t pick up so he asked me to drop by and see if everything is okay.” 

How much does my house smell like Taehyung? Because I’m pretty sure my bedroom does, and if Jimin steps inside he will notice it as well. So I keep the door only slightly open. He can’t know. “I was in the shower.” 

“I can tell,” he says but with no malice. No need. Empty of any emotions for me that a lover should have once had. “Everything okay?” 

“Yeah,” I frown. “Just came out of the shower. Why?” 

Jimin arches a brow but shrugs. No attempts, no indications he has a desire for me. If I wasn't sure before that it was the right thing to end it I am now. “You haven't said anything since our last talk.”  My brow raises and I fold my arms over my chest. Is he serious?

“There's nothing to say Jimin.”  He puts his hands inside his pockets and leans in against my doorframe. For fucks sake why is he getting comfy? Jimin peeks over my shoulder but I step in front of him stopping his curiosity from going anywhere. Jimin might not be in love with me but he is territorial and he has the idea he and I belong together. Either it's his own fault or his family. Someone convinced him, as they tried to do with me for years we were meant to be.  

I am slowly learning I am meant to be my own person. Jimin and I are not the right match. I need passion. I am not saying Taehyung is the love of my life, I am not saying he and I are anything but the best sex I ever had. But I also know I deserve to be wanted. By anyone who I want as well. It doesn’t mean it has to be either of these men, I just want to feel wanted. 

“How is there not?” He asks. “Lee you and I were a once in your life thing. We are meant to be together. You and I are the couple others aspire to be, everyone says so,” he sighs and rubs his fingers over his temples. “We have been together for so long. You can't just throw it out.” 

“I am not throwing anything out Jimin,” I say trying to get a hold of my patience that I can feel slipping. Jimin throwing a tantrum is not what I was hoping for my morning. “We were together, but we didn’t act as a couple. You know this.” 

He frowns. “You’re still on about that?” 

A groan escapes me and I swear I am about to lose it at him. I slide my fingers through my wet hair and clutch the towel closer. “Yes, Jimin I am still on about that. The conversation we had the other day was not a one-time thing that I would forget. It wasn’t even the entire issue between us since you got so angry you left before we could actually talk. We don’t act like a couple. We never did. We don’t go out on dates. We don’t do things couples do. You come to my house we hang out, sometimes we fuck sometimes we don’t,”

I watch as his face goes paler with my bluntness. Jimin isn't used to this side of me. Or he just doesn’t want to see it. I have always been like this but all men in my life tend to embellish me like a lost woman. A damsel in distress. Weak and in need of help. “We don’t act as a couple, we act as friends with benefits. And friends with benefits don’t get married Jimin. They especially don’t get married because someone else told them.” 

His eyes shift. Gone is the surprise and anger slips in. He takes one step closer as if to threaten me and then I watch as his nostrils flare. 

Shit. 

Fuck. 

Fucking shit. 

Jimin’s gaze lets go of the hold on mine as he tries to step aside from me and inside my home. He doesn’t manage to do it on time. I'm faster and I step in front of him. But he still gets enough of Taehyung’s smell to know two things. There was another man here and he wasn't human. His eyes flare with anger as he looks at me. “You had a bloodsucker in here?”

I raise my chin as he pulls his lips back into a snarl. It shouldn’t bother me. It's basic instinct. But I still get annoyed that this idiot is trying to intimidate me, and second over someone he has no business being upset with. It's not that I want to protect Taehyung, but if Jimin gets another sniff, he might smell something else. Although I have showered I'm pretty sure my room stinks like sex. 

Very dirty, explicit sex. 

Okay, not the time to think of that. 

“I did. I had one following me home earlier after a hunt. It's been taken care of. So drop it.” 

He frowns but doesn’t move. Men. “Who was it?” 

Shit. He might not remember exactly how Taehyung smells but he also can't get a scent of blood. Which only means whoever was around left my place alive. It does piss me off that his first instinct is not to worry about me. Or at least it pisses me off in the wrong ways. Not because I wanted him to care, but because he was meddling in something he shouldn’t. Even if we are not in a relationship anymore I would like for Jimin and I to stay friends. For lots of reasons, one of them is the fact that I have known him my entire life. The fact he is acting like this instead of checking on me, says more about him than it should. 
And I hate it. 

I hate that this man I have known and spent so much time with thinks he has any claim on me. I hate that everyone around here makes him believe he does. And I hate that they made me feel I didn’t have a voice.  

I take a step bumping my chest against Jimin. His brows raise, surprised by me not pulling away. “It was Taehyung. And if you must know as your senses tell you there was another male on the premises, he was here to help me. He doesn’t mean any harm.” 

“He’s a bloodsucker-” 

"He is trying to help.” 

“He’s a vampire!” He says louder than needed and I inhale sharply. I don't want to use my rank on Jimin. I don't want to use my magic either. But I will if he doesn't stop.

“And not all of them are serial killers,” I add through clenched teeth. “You have friends who are not humans. You know not every being out there means harm or prey on the weak. Why is it that Taehyung especially seems to push your buttons?” 

“Because he is a fucking bloodsucker. Why is it that you seem to all of a sudden be okay with that?” 

“I am not-” 

“His kind killed your father,” Jimin states stepping back into the hallway. His words leave a sour taste spreading over me and I know he realizes the same. It's a low blow. “His kind killed one of ours. If you don’t hate them for anything else hate them for that.” 
He turns around and I watch as he leaves. I watch as my ex-boyfriend walks around the hallways and goes down the stairs. All the while I am still in the same spot. 

Jimin's words should not have this effect on me. My father has been dead for a while. But it still hurts. It still hurts as it did on that day. 
And he has a point Taheyung’s kind did kill my father. But... Taehyung didn’t. 

I hate how torn I feel. On any other day, I wouldn’t even try to reason with myself about this, but the truth is Taehyung has been proving to me a lot of what I know about vampires is wrong. They can care, somewhat. And they can be gentle. And not all of them fuck and kill at the same time. 

I walk back into my apartment and close the door behind me. I'm about to step into my bedroom and sleep this fight off when my phone rings and I know, I just know, I am about to regret my night. 

“Yes?” I ask without letting my voice show how nervous I am.  Because I am nervous. This call is about to turn all the good memories and mood I woke up in out the window. 

“I just had a nice chat with Jimin,” my brother says. His voice cold as ice. “My office in fifteen minutes Lee.” 

“Jin-” 

“I was not requesting Lee. It's an order.”

Sorry, it took so long🖤