Unfortunately Mated to the Evil Vampire

12 “Come back, brother.”

Cassia paced in front of the bed, feeling like he was going crazy. He clenched and unclenched his hands into fist. Vicker should be out the by now, but he didn’t look like he was going to make out.

“He’s going to be fine,” Oren turned to him. Cassia swallowed the snarl that formed in his throat. He hated that Oren was there. He was distracting him. He couldn’t think with him sitting there. Not after what happened between them. But he knew he had to ignore. “You don’t think he’s going to save her, do you?”

“I don’t know.” He turned to the bed and stared at his brother. He wasn’t sure he could save her. He was messed up back then. He wasn’t sure he could navigate his own mind. A fresh wound appeared on his arm. Mae hissed next to him as a wound appeared on her arm too.

Fuck.

Oren shot to his feet coming to a stop next to him. “What’s happening?” he asked sounding panicked.

“The elders tortured him in order to control him. I guess he’s going through that again and since he’s linked to her its happening to her too…”

“s**t, we need to get them out of there,” Oren said leaning over the bed. He touched Mae’s arm. He turned to him, making him catch him. “How do we do that?”

“I don’t know,” he said. He walked to the head of the bed, and touched his temples. He recoiled as pain radiated through his fingers. He hissed, closing his hand into a fist. Tears filled his eyes as he watched him. He thought he saved his brother from this pain. He reached for his hand, and squeezed. “Come back, brother,” he whispered to him. Vicker’s hand twitched. Cassia stared at it. He didn’t think he would respond. He reached for Mae’s hand too. She didn’t respond, but there was something there.

“What are you doing?” Oren asked.

“I want to try something,” he said walking around the bed. He shifted Mae, draping her over Vicker. He intertwined her hand with his. He held his breath waiting for a response. He watched as Vicker’s hand tightened around hers. Maybe this could work, he thought hopefully.

“I don’t think Mystic is going to like that,” Oren said. Cassia clenched his teeth. He hated the way they were treating them. He knew they hurt them, and badly. But Vicker had a right to his bride. She was everything to him.

“I don’t think what she likes matters right now if she wants her sister alive,” Cassia said walking to the other side of the room. He focused on his brother, hoping that he remains strong for his bride. He still had a fight on his hand, especially if they found Mae's werewolf mate. Cassia clenched his jaw. He couldn't believe they went out there to find him, when his brother was risking his life like this.

Where was her mate? If he care about her at all he would be here. But he wasn't.

Oren walked to him, and stopped a few inches away. Cassia could feel his stare on him. A shiver went through him, but he held it in. “Do you mind?'

"What?" Oren asked innocently.

"You made yourself clear the last time we were together. I would appreciate it if you stood on the other side of the room?”

Oren gave him a look and walked to the other side of the room. Cassia took a deep breath and went back to focusing on his brother.

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Hunger burned through his veins. Vicker groaned opening his eyes. The bench beneath him creaked as he shifted. He hissed as pain went through him. His hand flew to his arm where blood dripped down to his fingers. More cuts dotted his skin, but those didn't hurt as much as the one on his arm. He looked around the room, his heart stopped when he caught Mae standing in a corner staring at him. She had her arms wrapped around her, and her eyes were wide from fear.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said sitting up. He clutched his head feeling dizzy from the hunger eating away his stomach. His fangs dropped down. And he could feel the need to feed taking over. No. He wasn’t going to touch her. He stumbled to his feet and walked to the door. He banged on it. He needed out of that room before he lost control of all his senses. But he knew no one would come. They wanted him like this, out of control and murderous.

Fuck. He turned away from the door, and walked to the other side of the room. He slid down the wall sliding down to the floor. He stared at Mae from across the room. His fangs throbbed in his mouth; her scent filled the space, making him dizzy with want. He shook his head. Time ticked by as they stared at each other. She got tired of standing up. She sat down.

Another hour went by, and his hunger grew. He was slowly losing his lucidity. He won’t be able to control himself soon. He flicked his tongue over his fangs, drinking his own blood. That seemed to make the hunger worse. He closed his eyes, and focused on his most precious memory – and that was Mae. She was his everything. The taste of her blood filled his mouth - and he wanted...needed. As if pulled by something, he was across the room within seconds. He hovered over her. Mae raised her arms and tried to push him away.

Fuck, he hoped she didn’t fight him. That would make it worse.

“Don’t hurt me,” she begged. “I’ll do anything. Please don’t hurt me.”

Vicker stared at her. He grasped her arms and pulled her to her feet. “I need to feed,” he said. He leaned down and ran his nose down her throat. “I have to do it now before I lose control. I’m sorry, baby,” he said as he scrapped his fangs along her neck. Mae shivered in his arms, even though she pushed him away. A whimper escaped her lips, as he pierced her skin. Vicker tried to make it as painless as possible, but she pushed him harder. Vicker wrapped his arms around her. He walked backward to the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the floor with her on his lap. He sucked on her neck as he ran his hand down her back molding her to him. His c**k throbbed in his pants. He thrust up, grinding into. He brought his hand down on her thigh, sliding his fingers under the hem of her dress until he made contact with p***y. He groaned as her whimpers turned into moans as his bite turned pleasurable. He fed from her while he smoothed his fingers over her panties. She arched into him, even though he was sure she didn't want to. But a vampire 's bite had a way of overwhelming. He moved his fingers, rubbing her p***y through her panties until she came hard.

He fed from her until his hunger was satisfied. He pulled off her, licking the puncture wounds. He held her to him not letting her go.

“Come back to me, Mae,” he whispered to her unable to help himself.

Mae froze in his arms.

Shit, Vicker thought.