Free Cake by Derekica Snake Page A

stopped a couple of eyelashes away from my lips. I pressed my back up against the tiles, trying to get some space between us, trying to make sense of what he was doing. He hovered in closer, but he still didn’t touch me. I stared him straight in the eye, knowing something had changed. “What makes this time any different than the rest?”
    “ I am asking. Because you are a vampire now. You are a part of the Blood. You are a member of my House. Therefore, you are an equal.”
    “ So all those times that I said no, they meant nothing because I was just a part of the food chain?”
    “ Yes.”
    I didn’t expect him to say that, to admit to it, and it silenced me. I reached for the shampoo bottle but he took it first, squirting some out into the palm of his hand and using it to start washing my hair.
    I am not a pet poodle, and I smacked his hand away indignantly, surprised that I actually did so.
    “ Keep your hands to yourself,” I huffed.
    “ How about I only touch you? You can initiate intercourse.”
    Shampoo crept into my eyes and stung them. I blindly pressed my hands on Marcus’s chest and shoved him away from me…slightly. “I’m still trying to get my head around the fact that I climbed onto your cock willingly in the first place,” I told him, lifting my soap filled eyes up to the jets of falling water, rinsing them.
    “ Give me leave to touch you,” he begged, moving me backwards, crowding me into the corner of the shower but not actually touching me.
    Blinking, I didn’t protest when I felt his hands on my head again. I let the shampoo and the showerhead wash all the blood out of my hair, not that you could distinguish it from the longish red mess it was now.
    Marcus must have read the bottle and was following the instructions religiously. He slapped more shampoo into my hair and rattled my head around in an attempt to clean my hair thoroughly until I smacked his hands away in agitation.
    “ Are all of you sex-crazed?”
    “ You are my mate.”
    I cursed as my eyes popped open at that statement and I ended up with more shampoo in them. I blinked and winced and blinked some more, turning my face back up to the shower stream.
    Once I could see again, I shook my head slightly. “I assume this isn’t a ‘let’s meet the rest of our mates down at the pub’ kind of thing?”
    “ I chose you as my immortal love when I saved you from death that night,” Marcus answered.
    I tried to step away from him, but he just held onto me and tightened his grip. I started to confess quickly. “Before you came along, I was dating girls. I wasn’t good at it, and it wasn’t very often. Truthfully, I only dated two different girls, and I’m pretty sure it was because they both felt sorry for me. But until now, girls were my preference. Really, I’m not gay, so how can this work?”
    Marcus caressed my cheek. I found it strangely comforting. “They did not appreciate you, and you were lying to yourself,” he said. “Like calls to like, my love. Those women did not see the potential inside of you. But I did.” He pressed his face up to my cheek as he whispered this, and I stayed still. I had nowhere to go.
    “ How did raping me every day bring out the potential in me?” I asked.
    “ If I had set up a treadmill and said, ‘Use it,’ you would not have. I had to make you fear me. Once you feared me, you did as I said. ‘Two hours on the treadmill, Sex, or it will be two hours on your knees.’ Remember?”
    Yes, I remembered those words. And he was right; I would have done anything to get him off of me.
    “ Now, look at this.” His hands ran over my flesh, tracing the well-defined shape of my lean and muscular physique. “This is what I saw when I first looked at you in that bar. This is what I knew was inside you. This is what I helped you to attain.”
    I frowned. “You made me skinny, so now I’m your eternal bride?”
    “ I wish it could be that simple, my Little One. Now that you are one of