Faster Is Better

Ethan's [POV]

I knew he'd visited her the minute her eyes met mine. She should still be on fire for me; instead, she felt warm.

Yet her heart still pounded for me. That was all that mattered. That's what I told myself as I gripped the steering wheel and drove us toward her mother's residence.

"Cassius." I hated that she said his name with such familiarity. "You said he's like your king?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Who does he report to?"

"The archangels." I sighed. "When they care enough to check in on us."

"Are they bad?"

"Humans and please don't take offense to this like to categorize things so they can better understand them. If something is bad, they stay away. If it's good, it must be safe. But is chocolate really good? Perhaps to you, but what if someone's allergic? What's worse, what if you gorge yourself? Then something that was once good in your eyes is suddenly very bad because it has the power to kill you. The same goes for immortals. Are all Dark Ones bad? No. But they aren't good. Are archangels bad? Yes. In a way, they can be very bad, but they also have such goodness that it's blinding. What you should concern yourself with is not trying to understand, because you never will."

Genesis let out a frustrated sigh. "Easier said than done."

"If I told you he was bad," I reached for her hand, "you may stay away longer, but it may also cause fear to grow in your heart, and fear is not an emotion I want you to feed."

She nodded. "I'm afraid now."

"Of me?"

"My mother." Her eyes were distant, locked on the house I'd just pulled up to.

It looked better as if someone had made repairs. The shutters no longer fell from the window, and the porch had been rebuilt.

"Say the word, and I end her life," I vowed. "Now hold your head high."

Genesis nodded wordlessly and followed me out of the car to the door.

Her mother was by herself; I picked up only her scent. I knocked.

Footsteps creaked against the wood floor. And a short woman with graying brown hair appeared at the door. Her eyes were bland, and her skin wrinkled. Life had been hard on her, or maybe that was humanity's punishment for being such a horrible mother.

Her eyes met mine, widening briefly before settling on her daughter. Her smile was full of venom. "So, you're his whore now?"

With a hiss, I shoved the woman into the house and walked her backward until she was against the nearest wall. I gripped her throat with my hand, lifting her until her feet dangled beneath her.

"Say it again," I dared her.

Tears filled her eyes.

"What? Trouble breathing?" I tilted my head. "Care for me to end your miserable existence?"

She croaked out a no.

I released her and then whispered in her ear, "Disrespect my mate one more time, and you won't even feel the slice of my teeth across your throat."

The woman paled.

Genesis's hand gripped mine, steadying my heartbeat when all I wanted to do was rip her mother's throat out and laugh over her corpse.

"Mother." Genesis trembled next to me. "We won't be long. I just had a few questions."

"Knew you would." She snorted. "But I don't have answers for you, at least the ones you're looking for."

I moved away from Genesis, walked down the familiar hallway, and located the picture. I pulled it from the wall and tossed it to her mother. "This woman. Who is she?"

Her mother's face paled as she stared at the picture. "Dead."

"Caught that," Ethan hissed. "Who is she?"

"Ara was her name." Genesis's mother petted the picture as if she was reliving something. "Everyone hated her."

I tensed.

"She was beautiful, and she knew it… so vain that she made the family look bad. Her number was called, but of course, it was. The rest of the families were jealous. And then she failed."

"Your great-grandmother?"

"Great-aunt." Her mother set the picture down on the table. "She's a stain upon the family name. We won't discuss her. This is the first time our number has been called since Ara's disgrace." She snorted. "And I knew it would happen the minute Genesis was born that skin, that hair." She rolled her eyes. "So beautiful, just like Ara."

Genesis's heart thumped wildly, so loudly I had to concentrate on what her mother was saying to hear the words above the beating.

"I made her strong." Her mother's eyes met mine. "Better she hates her reflection than fall prey to it."

"How tragic," I whispered, "that you felt the need to shame a little girl for having golden hair and pretty eyes."

"It worked!" her mother screamed. "Look! Mated to an Elder! A vampire, no less!"

"It worked," I repeated, "because her blood is pure… because her soul is pure." Anger crashed over me at her mother's proud expression. In a flash, I moved behind her, biting a small mark on her shoulder, and whispered, "For the rest of your days you, will see nothing but Ara's reflection when you look in the mirror. You will hate it, and it will drive you mad. That is the gift I leave with you for bestowing such kindness upon the woman I love."

Her mother swayed and then fell to her knees. A tear fell down her cheek. "No, please no. Don't do this."

"It's done." I gripped Genesis's hand. "We'll bother you no more."

Genesis didn't want to follow me; her feet dug into the ground, so I tossed her over my shoulder and carried her out of the house.

When she still didn't make a noise, I buckled her seatbelt and peeled out of the parking spot, driving like hell back toward our home toward safety.

Ready to lose my mind, I opened my mouth to apologize when she blurted, "You love me."

"If that's what you wish to discuss…" I reached for her hand.

She squeezed mine. The heat from my blood took over, making her skin hot to the touch.

"And you won't leave me? Ever?"

"No," I vowed. "I don't think I'm capable of surviving such a loss."

She nodded, wiping a tear from her cheek. "Cassius visited today."

"I know."

She sighed. "He told me things… about you. About Ara."

"Did he touch you?"

"No," Genesis whispered. "But one day soon, he will. He touches all the human mates."

I scowled. "So he told you…"

"To test them."

"Yes."

"I'm going to pass."

"Alright."

"You don't believe me?" She pulled her hand away.

I sighed and focused on the road ahead of me. "I have no reason not to believe you."

Genesis let out a loud sigh. "Do you think the only reason you love me is that I'm related to Ara?"

"No." The entire idea was ridiculous. "Not only was she selfish something I've finally come to terms with but you're nothing like her. Besides, you don't stop and stare at yourself every time you see your damn reflection."

"Thanks to my mother," Genesis mumbled.

"That's it." I pulled the car over, forced it into the park, and reached for Genesis. With a growl, I tugged her body across the console and into my lap. "She did you no favors. That woman was no mother to you. A weaker female would have been crippled beneath that type of emotional scarring. I should have killed her for what she put you through."

Genesis's eyes pooled with tears.

I cupped her chin. "Beautiful inside and out — the last thing you need to be is afraid of your beauty. Embrace it, but don't let it overtake all sense of reality. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are pure. Those are simple facts. Outside of that, nothing else matters other than the way I feel about you."

"If being beautiful means I turn into Ara, I'd rather be ugly."

"You could never turn into her." I pressed an urgent kiss to her mouth. "You're… you."

Genesis returned my kiss, biting down on my lips.

I flicked her tongue with mine and then deepened the kiss. "Home."

"Bed."

"Yes," I growled, rubbing my body against her. "Now."

She let out a little gasp.

"Or here." I tugged her shirt over her shoulder, kissing the bare skin. "Vampires can be very… creative."

"Show me." Her eyes burned bright green.

I ripped the rest of her T-shirt with my teeth. "Never… challenge me."

Frenzied hands reached for my jeans while I reached for hers, both of us colliding with one another as we tried to peel clothing away.

Layer after layer went flying.

And then she was naked, straddling me.

"Mmm…" I took her fingers between my teeth. "…I've never tasted anything so incredible."

"My hands?"

"Your skin." I chuckled then placed myself near her entrance. "You know… we could always wait until we get home and"

She welcomed me into her body.

But didn't move.

I let out a frustrated growl and gripped her hips. "You think to tease me?"

"I was told never to tease a vampire."

A mixture of laughter and ecstasy left my lips as our bodies began to move.

"No bite this time?" she asked.

"Sometimes," I growled, thrusting hard, then pulling out, "faster is better."