"Ask and you shall receive." Blaise let out a low chuckle at my desperation. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, but only far enough for him to free his cock. It was already hard and standing at attention, precum beading at the tip.

And Blaise continued to watch me. He leaned above me, and I held my breath, ready for him to enter me and join our bodies together, but he merely kissed me and decided to toy with my wet core with his fingers.

I gasped and whined, spreading my legs wider to give him better access― a wordless request for his cock.

But of course, Blaise was an utter tease who continued to tease me with his fingers. Pinpricks of pleasure raced through my body as I grinded against his hand. Blaise laughed at my attempts, and I growled in mock irritation, grabbing his wrist.

"Blaise, are you going to make me beg?" I demanded, my voice coming out in a desperate whine, my pupils wide with desire. I could think of nothing else but the pillar in between his legs.

"No, I just wouldn’t want to assume," Blaise said with too much cheerfulness. "Communication is very important for a healthy relationship."

"Oh piss off," I grumbled, even as the edges of my mouth tilted into a lopsided smile. He was so ridiculous. "You’re so full of it. Now stop stalling and fuck me with that cock of yours."

"Such a filthy mouth," Blaise said, his lips curling in appreciation. "I have no choice but to reward you."

"You’d better," I growled out, "Or I’ll―"

Blaise smirked, and thrust deep inside me, causing me to lose track of whatever I wanted to say. My mouth fell open, a shaky moan escaping my throat as I was finally filled in the way I was craving. My inner walls clamped tightly around Blaise’s cock, and Blaise moaned in pleasure, his hands clamped tightly around my waist.

"Gods, Harper, you’re tighter than I remember, so hot and wet for me," he rambled as he began to thrust inside me quickly, a reckless, fervent glint in his eyes. "Look at you, so ready to take my cock."

"It’s just― Oh―! Oh, Blaise, please― More..." I wanted to say that perhaps it was because absence made the heart fonder, but Blaise’s cock had hit right at the spot inside me that made me see stars. I could hardly string along a quip that wasn’t just me desperately moaning his name in bliss, let alone a coherent sentence.

But I could feel the answering grin on Blaise’s lips as he kissed me thoroughly, swallowing my moans and pleas. My fingernails dug crescents into Blaise’s shoulders, urging him to go faster. His hips slammed into mine, and the sticky sounds of our bodies colliding seemed to echo underneath the blankets.

I could not think about anything else but Blaise’s body above mine, our fingers intertwined underneath the blanket.

In no time at all, I felt familiar waves of pleasure coursing through me, slowly building up into a crescendo.

"I― I’m gonna― Blaise―!"

"I got you," Blaise panted into my ear. "Come for me, Harper, that’s a good girl."

At his words, I lost the last bit of control I had. I wailed, throwing my head back as my body and soul were wrecked by senseless pleasure. My inner walls clenched tightly around his cock, almost spasming in ferocity, as though they wanted to keep Blaise inside me forever and milk him dry. Blaise let out an answering groan from above, and a few thrusts later, I could feel his seed fill me, warming me from within.

We lay underneath the blankets, panting as though we ran a marathon. Eventually, we had to pull the blankets down to cool ourselves down. Blaise was considerate enough to shift me so that I was lying on top of him for a change, while he laid on the wet spot. In thanks, I curled my fingers around the back of Blaise’s neck, playing with the soft strands of baby hair at his nape while I massaged it. Blaise let out a pleased groan.

For a moment, my world was at peace.

"Think we fooled her?" Blaise murmured in my ear. It took me a while to remember who he was referring to, and when I did, I couldn’t help but sigh, slumping against his chest in exhaustion.

Thinking about my mother after I mated with Blaise was dampening the sweet afterglow. Yet, I could not forget how precarious my situation was.

"Hope so," I murmured back. "We weren’t exactly quiet."

"Good," Blaise said, closing his eyes.

"Are you sleeping already?" I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. "Why are you already tired after a single round?"

Blaise never had issues with stamina before.

"No, I’m resting my eyes," Blaise insisted. "I’ve spent too long without looking at you, now my eyes are exhausted just taking in your beauty."

"Sweet-talker," I pouted, the back of my ears turning red at his flirtations. I leaned closer to him and brushed the hair away, peppering his face with kisses. "So... what are your plans to escape this place?"

Blaise hummed in pleasure, his voice a soft, low whisper. "We’ll have to play it by ear. Your mother seems to accept me well enough, but I don’t know how much of it is an act." His arm curled over the small of my back, a reassuring hold. "How are you? Killing Dahlia can’t have been easy, no matter how much you hated her."

I froze as Blaise brought her up, immediately recalling the gory sight of her broken, fallen body. "It... it wasn’t. I tried so hard to not do it but... Blaise, I think my mother is sick in the head," I confessed quietly. "My father hurt her so badly that she wants to make every single werewolf pay for his actions, even if I become collateral damage."

Blaise tightened his hold on me. "I won’t let anything happen to you. And neither will Damon."

"Where is he anyway?" I asked worriedly.

"Hiding in the city," Blaise gave me a wry smile. "Don’t look so surprised, you know he would never leave the both of us behind."

"It’s so dangerous." I wanted to wring Damon’s neck at his recklessness, but at this rate, the hunters might get to him first.

"He will not be dissuaded otherwise." Blaise tried to shrug, but it was awfully difficult to do with me lying on top of him. "More importantly, we can’t make a run for it tonight. According to Damon, this place is swarming with hunters and vampires. We’ll get a good night’s sleep, and then plan for tomorrow."

"Sounds good to me," I said, a yawn escaping my mouth. With Blaise here, I felt that I could finally let my guard down and get some actual rest for a change.

"Good night, Harper."

I smiled, my heart warm. "Good night, Blaise."

As we said our goodnights, never did I expect to be woken up in the dead of the night by Blaise convulsing in bed. His face had turned as white as sheet, and with that, all the more jarring were the fresh blood stains on our pillow.