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“I don’t want to. I am. I’m going to do a lot of things to you. When I’m done you’ll be carrying my last name as well as my offspring.”

I’d always wanted offspring of my own. I wanted to raise my offspring better than my brother and I were raised. Our parents didn’t have the best union. They weren’t soulmates, and my mom, Grisellda, was a full-blooded vampire, just like my dad, Wallick. Many were shocked that they were able to have more than one offspring. It was rare for full-blooded vampires who weren’t soulmates to reproduce. Nevertheless, my parents had me first, then Benji. For whatever reason, my dad thought his soulmate had been killed, but he found out that wasn’t true shortly after Benji was born.

He ended up leaving our mom for his soulmate, a human named Regina. Our mom hated him for that. She started to hate all humans. She felt humans were inferior to vampires. Our mom did everything in her power to make us hate humans too. Spitefully, she moved away to keep us from our dad. For years, she made our lives hell because our dad left her for another woman. Our mom wanted to place the blame on everyone for what our dad did. In reality all her crazy ss had to do was await for her own soulmate but she didn’t want that she wanted our dad. I never understood our mom’s obsession with our dad, she was a beautiful vampire. Griselda had the type of beauty that humans and vampires alike went crazy trying to obtain. Even if it wasn’t her soulmate she could have easily replaced our dad.

The ultimate betrayal came when our dad had another offspring with his soulmate. She tried to kill Benji and me. The only reason she didn’t succeed was that my dad found out where my mom had been hiding us. Our mom ended up killing herself in front of all of us. I guess it was supposed to be some kind of revenge or some shit. The only thing it did was make us resent her. Our mom was selfish and prideful as fuck and in the end she allowed her pride to lead her to destruction because she thought her death would stop us from living but it didn’t. We all kept on living, unlike her.

After that, we went to live with our dad and his soulmate, Regina. She was a bitch. She didn’t like us because we didn’t come from her. Clearly, my dad had a type. Regina treated our brother Tahji like royalty and us like redheaded step kids. Despite his mother’s disdain for us, we were able to build a relationship with our brother. The bond between the three of us was unbreakable. While I loved my dad, I didn’t respect him because he’d failed to protect us one too many times. I always said that if I had offspring of my own, they’d only be with my soulmate, and they’d have the life I’d always wanted for myself growing up.

Quinny frowned at me. “I thought vampires couldn’t have babies. Aren’t y’all dead or something?”

“Sure, but we can have babies, as you call them. It’s harder to have them with other vampires, especially if you aren’t soulmates, which is where the myth that we can’t have offspring comes from. Humans, we can get them pregnant very easily, even more easily when they’re your soulmate.”

Quinny gulped. Her brown eyes sparkled with desire. The want was all over her face, she was beginning to yarn for me. She wouldn’t be able to fight me for much longer.

“Where did your friend take my sister?” Quinny asked, averting her eyes from mine.

“Benji, my brother? With him, there’s no telling. He’s spontaneous.” I chuckled as I leaned back against the metal guardrail lining the porch.

“I’ll come out if you take me to my sister. I’ll go wherever you want me to,” Quinny tried to bargain with me, not knowing I could read her body language. She was lying to me. Her fidgeting fingers and jittery eyes gave her away.

I was sure that if I listened to her thoughts, I’d hear her plotting. I was trying not to invade her mind too much. I wanted her to welcome me into her thoughts, just as I would do with her. It was an honor when your soulmate gave you full access to their thoughts. It was a sign of trust, and I was trying to be patient with my soulmate. I had no problems barging my way into her mind if I had to but for the time being I’d be patient.

“I doubt you want to find them.” I grinned, and she looked at me in alarm, taking a few steps toward the door. Come a little closer. Just a few more inches, she’d be over the threshold, close enough for me to grab her.

“What do you mean? If Benji hurt my sis—” She spoke angrily, but I interrupted her misguided thoughts. Benji hurting her sister was the last thing he’d do. From the way the two of them were all over each of them in the store, it was clear where both of them were headed.

“Benji wouldn’t hurt your sister. If I know my brother he’s somewhere fucking your sister and I doubt you want to see her getting fucked.” I bluntly told her, causing her mouth to hang open. I shrugged. If anything, Quinny could always expect me to be honest with her.

Quinny froze. Her eyes roamed my face, briefly meeting mine before continuing their journey down my body.

She wants me.That felt good, feeling how much she desired me. I wanted her to feel what I was feeling too.

“I can’t,” she weakly replied.

Smiling at her mischievously I asked, “You can’t what?”

Her eyes darted up, shock filled her face like she’d spoken her inner thoughts. “Nnnothing,” She mutter nervously.

“Okay,” I cooly replied. “So, Quinny are you going to Let Me In, Please?”

”Kenji, I can’t.” She whinned.

Fine. As I said, I had other ways to make her give in to me.

Chapter 5

Quinny Parks

What was he doing to me? I was frozen in place, staringing into Kenji’s eyes. The sneaky smirk on his face gave away his intentions. While I was once again losing my mind Kenji was looking as if everything was okay. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. His hands were folded firmly across his chiseled chest but the problem with that, I swear I felt his hands roaming my body. I felt a strong hand running across my lower back, it was a light sensual touch. I knew without a shadow of a doubt it was Kenji’s hand but I didn‘t understand how if I was looking at him. His fucking hands weren’t moving. I gasped when I felt my ass being squeezed and caressed. His touch felt amazing, that warm sensation pooled in my stomach as my pussy once again purred for Kenji. He didn’t need to know that. Kenji’s cocky ass would hurry up and rub it in my face if he knew how my body was reacting to his touch. I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt hand slip into my legging and I felt his warm skin.

It was taking everything in me not to moan but I refused to give Kenji the satisfaction. I tried to stare back at him, keeping my moans at bay. No matter how good his skin felt on mine. It didn't matter how much I was loving feeling his hands on my body.

“If I were you, I’d sit down,” Kenji’s voice came out low but it still had that authoritative tone that I loved about it.

“I can stand,” I defiantly said feeling like I had something to prove.

I didn’t need him telling me what to do. I could handle his touches. At least that was what I was hyping myself up in my head saying. Until my legs buckled, quickly proving me wrong. His hand had found its way into my leggings and to my sensitive clit that was calling out for Kenji against my own will. I wasn’t ready for how good his hand felt against my clit. I mentally prepared myself to hit the floor but I never did. I looked and I was floating, or should I say Kenji’s invisible hands were holding me up. I felt them holding me up by the bottom of my thighs.