Free Reluctant Storm by P.A. Warren Page B

to leave. I proceed to shove my back against the wall, sliding towards the floor and breathing heavily as I take it all in. I’ve just found my bond mate, a girl who has been tortured, that I took part in torturing, and should hate is chained to a wall. My father will kill her if he finds out. I know what I have to do. I have to complete the bonding process and get her the hell out of here. Holy fuck, what is wrong with me? I’m Riley fucking Dumont, and this shit doesn’t happen to me; I’m above that. I. Am. Fucking. Above. That.
    I hang my head between my legs and remember Griffin telling me I would never be allowed to find a mate. It wasn’t in his plan, and I should be grateful he trained me the way he did. After a moment, I stand. I can’t just give in, I have to fight it. Maybe seeing one of the blood whores will help me clear my head and get her out of it.
    I walk to the set of apartments where dad keeps the live blood bank. I stroll in unnoticed and grin at a brown haired girl that reminds me of Megan Fox sitting on the couch. Confidently, I walk over to her, motioning for her to stand. I point towards a room and she obeys without hesitation. I watch her ass as sway back and forth, smiling, and I know she can definitely get Claire out of my head. I’ll know soon enough.
    Walking her to the bed, I take her purple dress off and watch with pleasure as it slides to the floor. She is left in her lingerie, and I push her down on the soft bed while pulling my shirt off with vampire speed. I cover her with my body. I press my mouth against hers, pulling her lip with my teeth and letting my tongue invade her mouth. I kiss her plump lips and groan when I feel nothing, absolutely nothing. Frustrated, I move to her breasts and pull her bra down, taking her nipple in my mouth. I hear her mewls and know I’m doing something, only I’m not feeling any part of it. It’s actually boring me. Letting her nipple pop out of my mouth, I groan in frustration. I already know I’m not turned on one bit. I drop my head and let my eyes go back. I try again and pull the girl onto my lap and tilt her head and press my lips against her neck. Her moans tell me she is really into this. I am desperate to feel the same way. I clench my jaw tight and curse under my breath. It’s just no use. I feel nothing.
    I turn her face toward me. “Look into my eyes,” I tell her in a monotone voice, “You are going to put your dress back on and go back to the couch and watch a movie. I was never here, and we were never in bed. You did nothing today.”
    Blinking rapidly, I break contact with her and she looks at me confused. “Why are you here?”
    I make up the first thing that comes to mind, “I was going to feed but decided not to.”
    “You sure? No one’s fed on me for a while, and you haven’t come to my bed in forever,” she says coyly with her pouty lips.
    “Oh, I’m positive,” I say, heading for the door. I shake my head in disbelief. I hardly know this girl, and I’m turning away someone who would normally keep me entertained for hours. Thanks to Claire and I accidently starting the bond, I have absolutely no problem doing that. That’s the ironic thing with bonds, once they’re started, they can’t be stopped. The thought of hurting someone who is your soul mate is excruciating, and you immediately become their protector. The irony is that I am in fact her jailer and torturer. I’ve done bad things in my life. I’m not a good guy, but maybe I can be good for her.
    I walk rapidly towards my apartment on the south side of the mansion and unlock the heavy door. I close it and lean against it, contemplating my next move. I push away from the door and head straight towards the fridge, grabbing a bag of blood, ripping it open and pressing it to my mouth. I swallow without a second thought, not even bothering with a glass. Within seconds it’s empty and I toss it into the trash. My hands are at my shirt buttons before I even