"That's because you're still new and I'm your sire," Lindsey said with a twitch of his lips. "Give it a bit and I expect you'll be fighting everything I say."

Dean's complaint was a brief reprieve, but once answered, Lindsey was left back to his previous issue. "And the tattoo will work." That much Lindsey had confidence in. "But you're wrong. I would have hurt you. I would have taken every advantage of you while you can't fight back." Again his lips twitched, humorlessly this time. "I still want to."