Chapter 11
I woke up tucked into bed with the heavy quilt wrapped around me. I was sticky with sweat, so I decided to take a shower.
The guys were nowhere to be found, so I grabbed some clothes from my bag and silently crept toward the bathroom, my inner thighs aching with every step.
I smiled to myself, thinking back to my night in the car with Thane.
My whole body tingled when I remembered the way he handled me with such expert care.
I’d never been fucked in a car before, so that was a brand new one for the books.
I giggled to myself as I turned the shower on as hot as I could get it.
I stared at myself in the mirror above the sink, noting the disheveled state of my curls. My hair had finally grown past my shoulders, and my tight curls were becoming unmanageable.
But I noticed something else I learned while peering at my face. I realized my skin appeared much more clear than just a few days ago. My eyes were a bright, almost electric green, and gone were the tired bags that once made me look like I was knocking on Death’s door.
I suddenly wondered if there was more to what happened between Thane and me than just sex last night.
We had this soul bond between us that I still didn’t know much about.
Magic tied us together, and I wondered if somehow it was responsible for these small changes in me.
I even felt more energized this morning than I had even before coming to Sol City.
I stepped into the warm spray of the shower, groaning as I let the heat sink into my skin.
The sound of the bathroom door opening had me smiling to myself. It was Warrik. I knew it without turning to look as he slipped in behind me and closed the door. He pulled me into his arms, his cock already stiffening against my ass.
I giggled, turning around in his arms to press myself against him, loving the feel of his strong body against mine. He was so fucking huge that he filled up the entire shower with his powerful body.
He licked up the side of my neck, showering warm kisses on my skin as he did before pulling back to look into my eyes.
“Morning, big man,” I said sleepily while smiling to myself, feeling the heat rise inside me, my thighs suddenly aching for a whole new reason.
“You must be exhausted after your little sleepover in the car with my brother last night,” he said coyly, kissing me again, warming my lips with his own, making me feel light-headed.
“I might be a little jealous.” He turned me around to face him, lifting me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I hope you’re not too tired for this… ”
I watched spellbound as water dripped down his thick chest muscles, curving over his arms that pinned me against the wall.
“I’m a little sore,” I said with a teasing smile.
He arched a thick, black brow. “I’d be disappointed in him if you weren’t.”
I laughed, warmth blooming in my chest at the acceptance in those words. I should have known that War would have been fully aware of what happened between Thane and me. Vampires could hear things miles away, and he’d been out running the perimeter.
Thinking about him listening in on us had my blood running hot. I licked my lips, my eyes flickering toward his mouth. “Are you thirsty?”
His eyes visibly darkened until there was no longer any color left; vampire black consumed the multicolored iris. Dark veins crept under the skin beneath his eyes as he glanced at my thrumming pulse. I knew he could hear my heart racing in anticipation.
He licked his lips. “I’m ravenous…”
"Then let me fix that,” I said, my voice pitched low with need. I tilted my head to the side, letting my wet hair fall off my shoulder.
His eyes were pinned to my neck, and I could feel his cock stiffening against my core. He wasn’t even trying to fight this, and a thrill ran through me.
He moved so fast that I couldn’t even react, his fangs piercing my neck.
Pleasure erupted between us, and we both moaned as my blood gushed into his mouth.
I could feel each long pull he took from me, and some of it dripped down between us, the red mixing with the water and pouring down our naked skin.
His hips moved, and the thick head of his cock was pushing at my entrance. So, I adjusted for him, letting him slip inside me and stretching me until he was buried fully.
His hands grasped the back of my neck and pulled tight on my hair as he began thrusting in and out of me mercilessly. Our wet skin slapped together in the silence of the bathroom, our moans mingling as we fucked hard.
He sucked from my artery, each pull slowing little by little.
He knew when he needed to stop so that I wouldn’t lose too much blood.
I trusted him to stop before I reached that point.
My thighs squeezed tightly around his waist as he slammed me relentlessly against the wall; both of us lost ourselves in ecstasy.
My thighs quivered around him as I came hard. I moaned, holding his face to my neck as his pace picked up, his hips moving faster and faster, his thrusts shorter and harder as he neared his own release.
His cock throbbed inside of me, hot cum filling me up as we both cursed. As he came, the noises that fell from his lips were almost animalistic.
His pace gradually slowed, and his fangs pulled from my neck. My head swam, and I clung to his shoulders as he leaned in close and brought his mouth to mine.
I sucked at his tongue greedily, and the more I did, the more of my blood I tasted.
It was tangy, salty, and sweet at the same time.
He kissed me deeply, pressing himself against me until all I could feel was him.
All I needed was him. We’d never shared a moment like this in private.
I’d never seen him come utterly undone, unleashing the dangerous side of himself.
I wanted more of it. I wanted to experience the danger of The Executioner.
He tried to keep that part of himself apart from our relationship, probably thinking that if I saw it, it might scare me away. It was the opposite, though. I craved that side of him. It excited me and thrilled me to know what he was capable of.
A few tense moments passed before our breathing returned to normal. I giggled when I saw him wipe blood off the corner of his mouth with a smile.
“I’ll never get enough of that,” he said, examining me closely.
His voice was so quiet in the afterglow of passionate sex that it sounded like a low growl.
“I think you enjoy feeding me as much as I enjoy drinking from your pretty veins.” He leaned in and licked the open wound on my neck. I could feel it healing already.
“You know, before we met, I used to have this little fantasy about vampires. I was obsessed with a Darkling drama on TV, and one of the love interests would drink from the main character every episode.” I smiled, thinking back to the days when I would giggle like a schoolgirl during those parts, wishing it was me.
“I guess I’m living out that particular fantasy now, and it’s... ”
"Fucking hot,” he supplied for me, his eyes still dark with want. “Was I your first?”
”Yes,” I said. “My first vampire.”
“So, you’ve been with other Darklings then?”
I shrugged. “A few. A shifter here, a warlock there... a witch.” He raised a brow at that, and I laughed. “Hey, I’m not picky. I have love for the ladies occasionally, too.”
”Hmm,” he mused, his eyes roving my face. “You know, I can’t say it surprises me.”
“How so?”
He held me against the tile wall, letting the cool water wash over us.
Gently, he raised his hand to my face and pushed a stray curl off my cheek, tucking it behind my shoulder.
“There’s something about you that’s just...
” he paused, searching for the word. I waited, holding my breath.
“There’s something so fucking sensual about you.
It’s intoxicating. I remember when I first saw you out on the tarmac.
You were bickering with Gareth, and there was this fire in your eyes that made me want to be near you.
And your scent...” he breathed in deeply, a shudder going through his body.
I kissed him again. Slowly and languidly, letting my tongue drag along the points of his fangs. He had one hand cupped on my ass, holding me between him and the wall, while the other sunk into my hair, petting me softly.
He pulled back, his eyes bouncing between mine. “God, I’m so fucked over you. You’re going to ruin me.”