Dangerously Yours Till Eternity

“Vampires don’t have soulmates?”

“They do,” he said then added after a small pause. “They used to.”

She rolled her eyes, getting really frustrated. “You had better start speaking to me in English and I mean “simple english’ not all these ‘hiding secrets here and there English’.”

He sighed, “Fine. We used to have soulmates, in the past but as time went on, we just didn’t anymore.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It just happened. My guess is that probably because we got more mixed up with humans and– I don’t know.”

“Hmm,” she leaned back in her seat, not from fear this time but in slight relaxation and mighty thinking. “So you no longer have soulmates?”

His shoulders tensed up lightly and she was afraid that asking the question again might have hit a hard spot.

“It’s okay if—” she started to say but he cut her off quickly with an explanation.

“The last time any vampire found a soulmate was over a century ago, and that vampire was a Pureblood.”

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“Yes.”

“So is there a possibility that your will find your soulmate?”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and when he spoke his voice was hard, “no.”

A slow realization drew on her, from the observation of his body reaction.

How hadn’t she notice that before?

“For how long have you waited?”

He rested his elbows against his laps, his fingers interlocked tightly, his cold gaze trained on the floor.

“Too long.”

“How old are you?”

Something ticked in his jaws, he wasn’t looking at her but from the side view she had of his, she could see how hard his face had become.

This topic was definitely a sensitive one.

She would have to tell whoseover created the rule of never asking a woman of her age to add vampires to the list.

Although that would take a lot of convincing, considering the fact that she would have to first convince that the person first that vampires even existed to begin with.

Although his recttion had pricked her interest in trying to find out how old he really was, she knew she had to drop it, and so she did.

Some other time, she would ask, but not now.

“Nevermind that,” she chuckled nervously. “So this Claiming thing can happen between vampires and vampires with just random… humans?”

It felt odd referring to people as humans but whatever.

“Yes.”

She stuck her tongue to a side of her mouth and scoffed, staring straight at the TV trying to ignore the sudden pang of hurt in her heart.

“So, I’m just some random human.”

“You are not just a random human, Ivy.”

“Then what am I?” She looked right at him only to realized that he was already looking at her, his gaze no longer cold but intense.

“You are my Potential,” he said with a tone of finality, like that should provide enough answers to all her questions, including those that she hadn’t even asked yet.

“And,” she drawled, “what is that supposed to mean?”

“Something close to a Soulmate but not as strong. The difference is that for a Soulmate, there is only one but for a Potential, there is more,” his voice was low, and somehow between his explanation, he had drawn closer to her. He had one knee in-between her thighs, the other one on the outside, his elbow resting on the top of the sofa, but his face was a good distance from hers, like he was trying to lay it all low and not scare her. “But they are also rare to find, sometimes it even feels impossible.”

“So, I’m only your Potential, not like a potential for every other, like, vampire, like– I’m trying to wrap my head around this, I didn’t see anything about it during my research. It’s a different term, I–” She stopped, feeling like she was rambling unnecessarily.

“Yes,” he nodded. “Only mine.”

Only his?

Something shifted in her stomach at that declaration.

Her heart was starting to race.

Not now.

She needed to think, she still had questions.

“Is that why I feel,” she paused in search for better words but just couldn’t find them, her overwhelmed brain not helping, so she continued, “the things I feel for you?”

His eyes glinted, something about his whole aura changed, and he leaned in, closing up the space between them a little.

“What do you feel for you?”

“Hmmm,” she blinked, a feeling slowly seeping through her veins.

It felt hot all of a sudden.

“Tell me, Ivy,” he asked running a knuckle slightly over her throat. “What is that feeling that you feel for me?”

It felt more powerful now, that feeling. Warm, consuming, from the depth of her stomcah, spreading slowly.

“Just intense attraction,” she managed to say without flattering.

“Intense attraction,” he was closer again, she could feel his warm breath fanning her face. “The types that make you have wet dreams?”

“I–” her speech screeched to an halt and her breath hitched, when she felt the top of his cold nose brush against the right side of her neck.

“You smell so good,” his husky voice seeped straight into her right ear.

Her hands turned into slow fists on the sofa.

“Do you,” she gulped, feeling his arm snake around her waist, ” do you want my blood?”

His hand around her waist tightened for a brief moment before his hold on her loosened, and he pulled away to look at her face, his eyes glimmering red with lust.

“I want you, Ivy, All of you,” his gaze burned at her lips before they moved to her eyes. “Body, blood and soul.”

Instead of fear, all she could feel was that need that she had been depriving herself of, consuming her with reckless abandon.

She reached out for him in a flash, her hands curled against his chest, his shirt in her tight grip, while she sealed her lips against his in a desperate and fierce kiss.

She had missed him, so much it was all she could think about.

His response was instant. A sound rumpled from within his chest, his hand tightened around her waist as he lean further against her, so she was pressed against him.

A muffled moan escaped her lips in response, her hold on his shirt tightened and she opened herself more to him.

Surrendering.

Oh, how foolish of her to have deprived herself of him for so long.