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Harlee POV
Zeev was so gentle with me that it was like he thought I was made of glass. His beautiful fingers caressed and teased until I was begging for more. I reached up and touched the Mark on his neck at the same time reaching out through our link. The thread was still decayed, but healing due to our proximity and attempts to work through our issues between love-making. I pushed beyond the rotten fibers and the two halves of our soul connected with a solid thump. I gasped, my chest arching upwards and Zeev suddenly shuddered too, panting. I began to cry and Zeev pulled me into his arms. I let our consciousnesses merge more fully , losing sight of where Zeev began and I ended. Who was kissing away whose tears now? Whose chest were those moans coming from? Whose body was arching back as it was entered and who was thrusting into the warm, wet depths of the other? Whose lips were tasting cinnamon and whose were tasting honey? The climax was intense and simultaneous and neither of us was aware of the glow until it was all over.
"Oh Fuck! Harlee! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to.." Zeev stammered, separating himself from me. I placed a finger on his lips.
"Shh. Our soul was working as one. Neither of us was in control and both of us were. Apparently, this is something we need to talk about, because it looks like it's something we both still want." I murmured.
Zeev POV
"You.. still want to have my child? Even after?" I broke down. Harlee grabbed me and pulled me to her. After letting our soul pieces connect, the craving to be together was intense, so I let her cuddle my head against her chest, listening to her heartbeat and her voice echoing within.
"Yes. I know that's messed up. I just don't want you to force it on me. I want to choose when the time's right. And since we've already adopted a baby-I mean Ash by the way.." I laughed, interrupting her briefly. "..we need to take some time to let things settle before making this decision. I need time to let things settle. Ash is.. confusing.. to me. Ash's not like you. I get you, because we share this." She placed a hand on my chest.
"You can love Ash too, you know. There are different forms of love, and it's only right that there is some form of love or respect between a master and servant." I told her, even though it made me grit my teeth. Harlee laughed.
"Sympathy for your fellow servant?" Harlee teased. I growled.
"Ash will never be like me." I answered quickly. Harlee pulled my face to hers and kissed me gently.
"No, Ash won't, and I need you to see that before you destroy us trying to destroy Ash." She said softly. I flinched. How did this human girl get to know the inner workings of my very foreign Demon brain so easily? She tapped my chest.
"You forget Demon, you have something that belongs to me." She smiled. "Well, belonged.." She spread her hand out on my chest. "It is well and truly yours now, isn't it?" I gripped her hand with a grimace.
"It's fully integrated. Once you cut it off from yourself, it sought the only company it had-My Heart. The two are so mixed up together now that I don't even know what was once yours and what was once mine. The only thing that keeps me from absorbing it all is this." I ran my hand along the fresh thread Harlee had formed between us. She shivered and drew closer to me.
"You cam dangerously close to losing it though." I looked at her with tears in my eyes.
"I know." She sighed.
"You don't know! You could have died!" I slammed a fist into the bed.
"I know Zeev." She placed a hand on my face. "And I'm sorry I was only thinking about myself, and not how I might drag you down with me." I pulled her into a tight hug.
"That wasn't my point." My tears fell on her shoulder. "I can't live without you Harlee. Not because of some stupid soul. Because I love you so much I won't have any reason to live if you die!" I couldn't see Harlee's face, but I felt her shudder and the skin of my chest got wet.
Harlee POV
"Well that was dramatic." Ash said from the doorway.
"Knock first you pervert!" I screamed, throwing a pillow. Ash laughed and shut the door.
"I'm hungry!" Ash reminded me, shouting through the closed door.
"God damnit, I did promise." I told Zeev apologetically.
"Go." He murmured and I stood to get dressed. I chose a simple T-shirt and pair of shorts, pacing out into the living room in a huff.
"Aww, you didn't have to dress up for me! Your birthday suit would have been just fine." Ash smiled lasciviously.
"Here." I offered him the fingers I had cut on Zeev's teeth. "It's recent enough that with a little pressure it should break open and bleed again. Ash looked offended and shoved my hand away.
"Ew, smells like bird brain." Ash leaned in. "Actually ALL of you smells like bird brain. How come he can do that and I can't?" Ash complained.
"You want me to use you as others have?" I asked Ash, confused. Ash's expression tumbled through a mix of emotions.
"Of course not!" Ash snapped. "Now come here."
"Excuse me?" I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm sorry Mistress, I get cranky when I'm hungry. Please, sit on the sofa." Ash gestured. I sat down, arms still crossed. Ash knelt in front of me.
"So if you're not going to use the open cuts, what do you plan to do?" I asked Ash suspiciously. Ash's wickedly sharp teeth descended. He had fangs like a snake. I suddenly understood where vampire myths came from. "Ash.." I warned.
"My teeth aren't suited for fingers." Ash hissed, a snake-like tongue flicked out and licked my inner thigh. I yelped and scooted back. "These teeth are intended for something a little.. meatier.." Ash shoved my thighs apart and ran soft, cool fingers up my left inner thigh. The forked tongue flicked out and I realized suddenly what Ash was doing.
"You're looking for a pulse!" I shrieked, grabbing Ash's hair. Oh my God how soft it was!
"Of course." Ash's voice was sibilant now, teeth and tongue getting in the way.
"Why does it have to be there?" I yelped.
"Fleshiest area." Zeev said from behind me. "That way Ash won't hurt you with those ridiculous fangs. Unless you want to take a knife to your wrist. Or you can always let Ash feed off of you Incubus style, but I don't think your soul's healthy enough for that yet."
"What about venom?" I shrieked as Ash lowered soft lips to my leg.
"Why would I poison my own Mistress?" Ash looked at me like I was stupid and Zeev flicked the back of my head gently.
"Ash can choose when to inject poison silly, and when to just bite." Zeev remarked. I grabbed his hand.
"Hold my hand." I almost squealed, lifting my butt off the sofa cushion as Ash drew back slightly and the fangs shot prominently from their lips. Ash grinned wickedly and gripped my thigh, striking suddenly and swiftly, teeth sinking into my thigh in a painful, sharp jab. I squealed and bucked, gripping Zeev's hand tighter. Ash withdrew their fangs slowly, and the blood immediately welled up from two nearly perfect round holes in my thigh.
"Gah-it looks like I've been bit by a vampire! And it stings!" I complained. Ash eagerly latched their lips around the wound. I had nearly forgotten how soft those lips felt. Like flower petals brushing my skin. Ash sucked at the flesh and I felt the blood come gushing up from the wound. It was at once unsettling and yet highly erotic. I moaned.
"Ah Ash! Do you have to? Like that?" I grabbed Zeev's arm even tighter.
"Mmm." Ash responded. I heard Zeev tsk behind me, he tilted my head back.
"Pay attention to me then, Mistress." Zeev said softly and kissed me. Between the feeling of Ash's lips on my thigh and Zeev's lips on my own, I forgot all about any pain or discomfort I was feeling from the blood being pulled from my body. I only noticed when Zeev stopped kissing me saying "Ash, that's enough. She's getting dizzy." Ash came up for air, licking blood from their lips and chin, a dazed and adoring look on their face.