I deleted it but I heard wattpad might be deleting mature stories anyway so here.

Xanthe:

He was glaring at me, but made no move to get up. I smirked down at him, his beautiful body covered from my eyes. But that would change very soon. He was angry I could tell, the way his eyebrows furrowed together, and the way his eyes squinted, it was very sexy on him.

Sams' body was like one of a god. His arms and legs were toned, his muscles standing out against his perfect frame. He wasn't too muscular or too weak, he was perfect in body weight. His delicious abs were poking out through his maroon t-shirt. Then his slender neck that was beating with a heart rate, that I was waiting to sink my teeth into.

His skin was soft, and he smelled amazing. I could smell his blood, and body scent from here, and it was driving me insane. His blonde hair was swept across his forehead in a messy manner, due to just waking up, but I think it looked hot on him.

His elbows rested against the soft bed, and one knee was slightly up further than the other. He was unsure of what to do at the moment. But I didn't mind, I liked looking at his beautiful face.

I took off my jacket, placing it on the chair, before peeling off my shirt. He was watching me, trying to figure out what I was doing.

I had already searched his mind while he was sleeping. I wasn't Orion who could read someone's mind without drinking their blood, I guess only Ancient Vampires have that gift. I had to know the reason why he had snuck into the castle, obviously it wasn't to see Cerberus or me. His memories were filled with one boy, and I saw the brotherly love all throughout his life. It was none other than Sketch, but it didn't matter to me. Orion had Sketch, and I had Sam.

Sam would be my treasure to horde for all eternity.

"What are you doing, demon?" he spat, no wave of fear in his voice. Now that had me bummed, I really thought I scared him a few hours ago. I even hated the nickname demon. I wasn't a demon, just a lonely vampire.

But he didn't care to know the difference and it's not like i'm some sort of monster that kills everyone it sees. I really like humans, but I hadn't found the right one for me. But now I have him, and let me add on my bed.

"I wouldn't talk to me like that, babe." I smiled at him but this only caused him to glare harder. He was about to say something but I shushed him. "Sketch wouldn't like it if I had to hurt you."

It's not that I would hurt him, I just wanted him to know that I knew that Sketch is his brother. It would hopefully make him the slightest bit scared, so I could manipulate that fear.

Then a second later he looked up at me with a weary look, and my inner beast was prying at the surface.

"Who's Sketch?" he tried to play off, but it didn't work with me. His voice was shaky, and even a slight fear had stricken him.

"Your brother." I said, and he paled. I have him right where I wanted him.

"Don't hurt him," he said his voice wavering a bit.

I stalked towards him like the monster I was. It might of been cruel of me to use Sketch as my bait, but it had to be done.

He tensed beneath me but didn't move when I started to suck on the sweet flesh of his neck. His heart skipped but the sweet human moaned, remembering the previous night. I could feel his heartbeat against my lips and I wanted nothing more than to sink my fangs into his flesh.

I pushed his head back against the pillow, reaching down to palm him through his jeans. I laid kisses down his neck, and collarbone, sucking the flesh until a bruise started to form. He let out a soft whimper, but it wasn't from pain, and that made me smile.

I pulled back only to peel the shirt from his body, throwing the clothing behind me where I could no longer see it. His abs were exposed now, and I wasted no time in licking up the muscles, leaving love bites where I could. Sams' skin was sweet, and soft against my tongue, I just wanted to lavish it. I had returned my kisses back to his neck, feeling him get hard beneath me. He was so damn sexy, he could drive me insane just by laying here.

I kissed down the soft skin at his chest, running my lips down his torso until I was at the line of his pants. I could feel how nervous he was, but I wouldn't hurt him. Well I wouldn't promise him no pain, but I wouldn't just be a monster about it.

Humans were so warm, I craved it.

My fingers unbuttoned his pants with one hand, shimming them down with the other. I pushed them down to his ankles, before sliding them off completely. His skin was soft under my fingertips, and the sight of his thighs had me leaking. I looked up at him, meeting his fearful eyes with mine. I could see his chest rise painfully slow, and his muscles tense occasionally.

I crawled over him, staring down at him with my hungry eyes. I pushed my lips against his, pushing my tongue into his sweet mouth, the taste exploding against my taste buds. He didn't fight, but I already knew the reason why.

I had pulled back, only to stare at his slightly swollen lips. Oh god, he drove me insane, he made something so simple into something so fucking sexy. He was panting softly, his eyes never leaving mine. I bit into his earlobe softly, moving my hand into his boxers, and grabbing his leaking member.

He tensed, taking in a small intake of air. I could feel his heart rate increase, he was scared. I could smell it, and my inner monster was growling to be let out. I bit the shell of his ear softly, moving my thumb over his slit.

"I won't hurt you, trust me." I whispered, moving my hand down his cock. He shifted, bringing his hips up slightly. He let out a small moan, heaven in my ears. I wanted to hear his voice again but I wanted him to be louder.

I stroked faster, getting rewarded with a louder moan and his dick becoming stiff in my hand. He was ready to cum, but I wanted to get my taste first.

I removed my hand, making him whimper and squirm beneath me. I pulled down his wet boxers, throwing them behind me.

I licked my lips at the sight. His weeping dick was laid against his thigh, leaking precum on the soft flesh. His beautiful cock twitching at my gaze. I moved down, licking around his dick, moving my lips to his thighs. He laid his head back on the pillow, and let out a soft whimper, before turning into a mewling mess beneath me.

I grasped his dick again, taking his cock into my mouth. He cried out in pleasure bucking his hips up, but it wasn't time to go wild yet. I licked at the head, and base, bobbing my head up and down slightly. He tasted so good, but I didn't expect anything different.

I pushed his hips down, sucking his head harder than before. He gripped the sheets with his fingers, moaning loudly, the sound heaven-like in my ears.

I never thought he would be a virgin, but now that I think about it, I think he is. His innocence is what I craved for, but I had no idea if he had fucked another girl...or boy. I moved my fingers into his mouth, which he did without complaint, and sucked, wetting them with his saliva. I met his eyes, glazed over with lust and fear, but I will say he was mostly turned on.

I pulled back out of his mouth, moving down and spreading his thighs. I pushed one finger into the ring of muscle, causing him to move uncomfortably. He started to breath heavier, his cock starting to swell in my mouth. He liked this a lot, but he wouldn't show it. He bit his lip, but that wouldn't suit with me. I wanted to hear him, beg me to sink my cock into his tight ass.

But of course he was holding back, as I sucked harder on his cock, moving my finger around inside him. He was so tight, but that just proved he was a virgin. I pushed another finger inside his sweet little ass, moving them around to find his prostate.

He moaned loudly, closing his eyes shut and bucking his hips up. Found it.

I moved my fingers fasters inside his ass, my eyes never leaving his face. He was going to cum, but that just made me suck harder, moving my mouth to the tip of his cock. He cried out in pleasure as he came, but I kept moving my fingers inside him, milking his dick until he had emptied himself.

He tasted so good, and I showed him how much it did swallowing his essence down. His eyes never left mine, his face a light shade of pink. He laid his head back on the pillow, breathing heavy. He probably thought we were done, but we weren't even close.

I added another finger, moving them against his prostate a lot faster. His thighs moved farther apart subconsciously, and a timid moan had escaped his lips. I could tell he was tired but we weren't finished yet. I pulled off my jeans and briefs, before returning to the spot between his legs. I made sure he was stretched enough with the lube before lining myself with his entrance.

I met his eyes, but all I could see was fear in his orbs. I pushed into his tight ring slowly, stroking his cock as I did so. He tensed, letting out a cry that I knew was pain. He closed his eyes tightly as I pushed myself halfway in, then stopping to let him adjust.

I watched his face, wanting to know if he was okay or not. A drop of water had escaped his left eye, and I didn't waste any time to wipe it away. I started to move, pushing until I was all the way inside him. He whimpered as I continued to push down on his prostate, his voice letting out moans as I thrusted faster.

He was so hot, his body was so warm and soft. He dug his nails into my back, but I thought it was the sexiest thing ever. I moved faster, stroking his hard leaking member with my hand, while holding his waist with my other as I fucked him.

He was a moaning mess, moving his hips up with my thrusts. His neck was open to me, just waiting to be bitten into to. I couldn't wait to mark him, and bind him to me for all eternity. He was just perfect. Fucking him was the best thing ever, and I didn't want this to stop.

He was about to cum and so was I, but I had to do this right. He groaned, pulling me down closer. I sucked on his neck, finding the right place to mark him. His skin smelled so good, I would mark him where his heartbeat was strongest.

That was on his artery, and before I could allow him to release, I sunk my teeth into the flesh. Blood spilled over my tongue, the taste was enough to make me come. Which I did a second later, he followed, his essence getting on out both our chests.

I continued to suck his sweet blood, riding out our orgasms until he had fainted beneath me. And that's when I stopped, our binding was complete.

I licked at his wounded neck, the mark would appear soon. Then he would be marked as mine.

The symbol was nothing flashy but would be nice against his flesh. It was two hearts, one on top of the other upside down. Then an infinity sign between it.

It would be painful, but since he's asleep he won't feel it. Me on the other hand will, but mine will go on the back of my hand, not my neck.

It wasn't much later that the burning pain had came upon my hand, but the bonus was it only lasted a few seconds.

The symbol was smaller than his too, but it was the same one. I sighed, the bond was complete.

I looked down at my beauty, moving his neck to the side so I could see the mark that stretched across his flesh. It was beautiful on him, but I knew it would be.

I looked back to the bathroom, before picking up the beauty and pulling his naked body back to my chest.

It was time to get cleaned up.