It was a small bar in the town called Blue Bottle Inn. The place was packed yet unknown to many. The parking outside was dark, covered—a perfect spot for having car sex.

Who would have thought?

Not me.

"I used to drink a lot," I claimed, holding a drink in my hand. My favorite was anything that was strong and that would make me lose my senses. "It was a habit."

I didn't want to deny the fact I was an alcoholic since I was one. I was trying to get sober, I had control over my addiction and it wasn't as bad as I thought.

"Was?" King lowered his gaze to the drink I held.

I laughed, "This one is going to help me cope with my stress and it's for fun. I couldn't think of anything else that you would like doing."

"Oh, there are many things." He trailed off before sipping on his drink. His eyes stayed over mine, watching me carefully.

How could there be something unusual about him?

I inhaled the aroma of the place. It wasn't packed with teenagers but instead adults. The music was low, just as I wished. There was nothing loud or crazy happening down here.

I ran my tongue over my lips and asked, "Tell me. What do you like?"

"Many things..."

"As?"

"Well, for starters I certainly like you," he gave me a wide grin and I quickly recognized it as one of those grins bad boys give to young girls. "Apart from that, my hobbies are distinct. I love studying histories, traveling, nature and on the fun side, I love archery."

"Not golf?" I squealed out after the google search appeared in my head and the images of the golf clubs he owned.

He noticed my reaction and replied, "Not much. The facts on the internet aren't up to date."

My cheeks turned red in embarrassment and I looked away. I tried acting calm before bursting out the questions I had carried in my head for him. He wasn't aware I knew and I wasn't aware of what he knew.

After the first drink, I ordered another one and when reaching for it, King's eyes flickered to the glove I wore on my left hand.

"What happened there?" He questioned as his expression hardened. A deep red-brown appeared in his eyes when I looked at him for a second.

Quickly, I tucked my hand underneath the table and replied, "Nothing. Just cold."

"You aren't wearing a glove on the other one?"

Fuck.

"I forgot." Before reaching for the drink, I glanced at my right hand, finding it perfect with its newly manicured fingernails. Nothing had changed there but my left hand had turned into a monster and I couldn't let anyone see it until I had it in control.

King witnessed my discomfort and changed the subject. "I hope you're doing fine now."

"Yes. I just got a little sick. Nothing to worry about." I shook it off by taking another large gulp of the drink. The taste of berries and vodka roamed in my mouth before I swallowed it down my throat. "What have you been up to recently?" I asked him.

"Just work."

"I hope you don't plan on leaving anytime soon."

He smiled at me and shook his head, "Not anytime soon."

Something warm rose in my belly and tickled me. I folded my legs and smiled back at him while everything inside me melted in the process.

We engaged in chatter for most of the evening. Talking about everything except for what he was doing at the hospital and on the night I was bitten, why he was around me, and why among a hundred beautiful girls had he only been interested in me.

I pushed aside the uncertainties and doubts for the night but still kept with my mission to get him drunk.

After the eighth drink, I was losing myself while King was still, completely sober.

"I think I have had enough," I said, raising my hand and stopping the waiter to get more drinks for me.

One more and I knew I was going to be the drunk one. The pain in my hand kept me somewhat sober but I could still feel a few changes in my body.

"We should get something to eat." He suggested and I nodded my head in response.

"I'm starving." I rubbed my belly where the tingles had slightly died down but they were still there and they appeared every time I was in contact with King.

Low laughs filled up the bar, we chatted and spoke with each other for about ten more minutes before I was on his lap, lips sealed and his hands were spread all over my body.

The world became a blur to me when I kissed him. From that minute till now, I felt numb and deeply in an emotion I couldn't describe.

He cupped my face with his hands and moved back. His thumb slowly circled around my cheeks while we glared at each other—his eyes appreciating me while my eyes were questioning him.

"You're so beautiful."

"Don't lie." I placed my finger over his perfect lips and said.

"Trust me."

"Still lying." I shook my head.

His eyes lowered and he whispered against my mouth. "Take it off." His fingers brushed across the straps of my underwear and my insides clenched to his words.

I moved my hands from my shoulders and stood up from his lap. It was late in the night and most of the people had left the bar. There was a couple to my far right and another couple nearby but that was all apart from the waiters.

I reached for my underwear underneath my dress and pulled it down. It fell between my feet and I stepped off it before falling back onto King's lap, this time with my legs spread and no clothing covering my sex.

"I can smell your arousal." He said, his hands flat against my hips.

"I know," I admitted while tracing my lips with the corners of his mouth. "I cannot control it when I'm around you."

I couldn't.

There was a raw, feral need within me to please and be pleased by King and no one else. There was a sexual attraction that I had never felt with anyone else.

"You don't have to."

His warm breath trickled down my neck as he leaned in and kissed me. My heart throbbed in new energy and I wrapped my arms around him tighter. His hot tongue carefully formed circles around my neck before he sucked it.

I closed my eyes and my lips parted in pleasure. Everything inside me was set on fire in a matter of a second.

"Be mine, Eos." He grabbed the back of my hair and leveled his face to mine. "I want you."

"You have me."

"No—you don't understand. I want you." His fingers dug into my bare thigh and crawled down. "But it's wrong. I can't hurt you."

"You can." I whispered out while my chest was pressed against his chest.

He caged me to his body and ran a finger across my pussy before plunging one inside my wet hole. I squirmed and released a silent moan while my eyes widened. My aching pussy throbbed for more while my wetness smeared over my thighs.

King pushed inside another finger before he said, "You're just perfectly tight."

Moaning, I smiled and leaned over to kiss him while his fingers did the magic. They slowly moved within me, gliding in and back out. My pussy tightened and stretched as he played with me.

He pushed his fingers deeper and I rode over them while his tongue was plunged into my mouth.

"Just be mine." He growled, squeezing my breast and moving his fingers harder and faster inside my pussy.

My inner muscles clamped around his fingers before I reached the climax. The pleasure slammed out of me hard. My juices coated his fingers as he slowly pulled them out of my throbbing pussy that continued to convulse.

I fell over his shoulders and whimpered while catching my breath.

"You taste amazing." He said, licking his fingers.

A peak of laughter slipped my lips and I shook my head, "No one can taste amazing."

"Trust me, you can. I could eat you all day and night if you let me."

My cheeks burned and I narrowed my head back to his shoulders while giggling. My hands wrapped around his neck again and my legs around his waist. He picked me up from the couch and before I knew it, I was carried out of the bar.