Chapter Nine
Chapter
Nine
AZIZ
I wasn’t able to read Jett’s mind, not that I could as it were, but I could easily read her mood and body language. I hadn’t wanted to discuss this in front of her, but she needs to know me. Know what I do, how I handle things. What her life will look like with me.
If I hadn’t had to come to Dyrk to meet with Orpheus, I would’ve taken Jett straight to her house and done with her exactly what I knew from the look in her eye she wanted to do with me when I saw her outside the library.
Hell, all day it’s all I’ve thought about. She was all I thought about, even when I needed to focus on the blood witches. Though it didn’t matter regarding the witches I found. They were clueless minions who were nothing but pawns.
Though I do believe I found someone who could indeed give me the answers, from the scowl she had on her face, she wouldn’t be too keen on helping.
For that matter, I didn’t honestly care for the way she looked at Jett.
The animosity swirled around her thick and dark.
There was no denying the hatred swarming her.
The pendant she was wearing vibrated with dark magic.
Like it was trying to come out, but couldn’t.
Karsyn’s shield prevented the blood witches from being able to use their powers within the town line, but it doesn’t shield all of it.
They can’t enthrall us, though they couldn’t enthrall me if they tried.
It’s why Orpheus has me handling the problem instead of one of the others, like Dreven. They’re more vulnerable.
“I want this dealt with as soon as possible,” Orpheus growls, a finger tapping against the table, his power simmering off him. Anger filled his voice.
“Now that I know the target, it will be,” I tell him, feeling Jett tense next to me.
This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have in front of her.
Still, it was happening, and I’ll answer whatever questions she might have later.
I don’t want to darken her light with my dark, but she’s my mate.
I won’t let her be devoid of the knowledge she needs to know to understand the life she’s stepping into.
Orpheus nods and waves his hand, lowering the shield around us, giving us privacy. It’s a nifty trick of his and works when we need to keep things private but also keep an eye on those around us.
Turning his attention to Jett, he smiles at her. “We’ll have to get together again soon.”
Jett nods. “I typically don’t go to nightclubs. I’m a homebody when my best friend, Arely, doesn’t force me out and about.”
Orpheus and I both chuckle at her admission.
“Bet that will change as you spend your time with my brother here,” Orpheus tells her. “He does help manage this place, among other things.”
“I do enjoy having you with me,” I tell her, pulling her tighter to my side as I look down to meet her gaze, noticing the way her cheeks blush.
Dipping my head down, I give her a chaste kiss.
Lifting my head, I turn my attention back to Orpheus.
“Will you be able to handle the club tonight without me?”
“Of course, I can.” He smirks and rolls his eyes. “I do know how to do things without your help. Go.” He waves his hand dismissively. “Enjoy your new mating.” He stares at me, letting me know what he leaves unspoken. Finish what you started before it’s too late.
I give him a nod and slide out of the booth. I help Jett as she looks toward Orpheus.
“It was nice to meet you.”
“You as well.” Orpheus smiles, not the typical one he uses, but a genuine one he uses for the times someone comes to mean something to him. It’s not often he uses it. Usually, the king of vampires is cold-hearted, and a complete bastard to those around him.
Nodding to him, I guide Jett back out the way we came. Ryn opens the door for us, and I help her in the car. Now that I’ve reported to Orpheus, I can take Jett and do what I really want to do.
Devour her as she deserves.
First things first, she needs to eat, and I need to see that she does so.
“Would you like to go out again, or should we order in?” I ask, giving her the option to choose.
“I can cook,” she says instead.
“Another time, we shall cook together,” I tell her, reaching for her hand and bringing it to my lips. “Tonight isn’t for that.” I press another kiss to her hand. “I wish for us to spend the rest of the night unbothered by those around.”
“Will you be explaining to me about what it is I wish to know?”
Damn it all to hell.
“Whatever you ask of me, I’ll tell you.”
“Let’s order in then,” she whispers breathily.
My body reacts to her words more because of how she said them.
My fangs ache to sink into her flesh again.
Her blood had been the sweetest thing I ever tasted.
It ran right alongside, tying with the taste between her thighs.
I couldn’t pick which one was better than the other. Both were heaven to me.
I hold her hand until we get to her house, where I pull in the driveway.
Only then do I let her go, but I do so in order to get out and round the hood of my car.
Before she’s able to get out, I’m there to help her.
Not that she needs it. I simply can’t stand the thought of being far from her for long.
Thought is pathetic to my ears, but it’s true all the same. Since meeting her for the first time, she’s become far too important to me. If something were to happen to her, hell will rain down on all involved.
Together, Jett and I walk up to her porch.
I wait for her to unlock the door before stepping in right behind her as she reaches to flip on a lamp.
I go to stop her feeling the presence of someone in the home, but it’s too late.
The light comes on, and Jett gasps at the sight of the person in her home.
“Daddy,” she whispers.
Fuck me.
Apollo was here.
Sitting and lounging on her couch.
“My beautiful daughter,” he says, coming to his feet, his arms out to greet Jett.
“What are you doing here?” Jett asks, moving to hug the God like it was any other day, whereas he’d not allow this to be happening for anyone else.
“There’s much to talk about, Fengaráki mou,” Apollo remarks, his voice firm yet gentle. His gaze came to me. “You are my daughter’s other half, yet you haven’t finished what was started. Why?”
“Daddy.” Jett sighs, shaking her head, stepping back so she’s by my side. “That isn’t any of your business.”
Apollo casts a stern look toward Jett. “Anything that involves you, my daughter, is my business.”
“I wanted to give Jett time to understand,” I tell him before Jett can speak again. The last thing anyone needs is to anger a God.
“To seal the bond between you both is simple enough.” Apollo waves a hand, and a goblet appears within it. He leaves it floating in front of him as he pulls a ceremonial blade. Holding his hand over the goblet, he slices his hand and lets droplets fall inside.
What the hell is he doing?
“Jett,” Apollo calls, holding his hand out for hers, “this will not hurt you.”
Apprehensively, she gives her father her hand as she asks, “What are you doing, Daddy?”
“Sealing the bond between the two of you,” he states, slicing her hand and turning it to allow it to also drop into the goblet. Once he finishes with her hand, Apollo turns his attention to me. “Your hand.”
Slowly, I hold it out for him, and he does the same.
When he’s finished this, he takes hold of the goblet and swirls it around.
“Vampires have their way of things, but we . . . we have our own. Drink and have my blessing,” he says, holding the goblet first to his daughter.
Jett takes a sip and hands it back to him.
Apollo hands it to me, and I do the same.
I hand the goblet back to him and suddenly feel something happening to me. I look at the God and ask, “What did you do to me?”
My veins feel like they’re on fire. My blood boils. My body throbs. The need for Jett intensifies.
Apollo steps closer to me and utters words I never expected.
“Long ago, you worshipped at my altar. I trust in you my daughter, so to return your gift, I’ve blessed you with life.
You are now as you will always be from now until eternity.
The sun will not bother you. You can sustain on both food and blood.
The only blood source you’ll forevermore drink from is my daughter as she will drink from you.
And once more, this goblet was a blessing of the fates themselves.
Within what you two drank from will allow you to grow into what will be the next generation. ”
“What?” Jett gasps.
My head was spinning as it was but for him to add this tidbit, I’m unsure of what I should say or do.
“I will leave you two alone, but I’ll return soon enough,” Apollo states. He gives Jett a kiss on the cheek and vanishes into thin air.
Jett turns to me, eyes wide as she stares at me. “Are you okay, Aziz?”
I wasn’t sure if I was or not, but one thing I knew for certain was my need for her. I wanted inside her, and I wanted in her now.
Tugging her into my arms, I crash my lips down on hers.
My body hums in a way it never has before.
My fangs ache to sink into her, but not for the same reason as last night.
No, this time . . . it’s like I need her to survive.
I need her to be able to thrive. More than that, my cock throbbed behind its confines, more than ready to drive inside Jett’s depths.
Jett rips her lips away from mine, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “I need you.”
“And you’ll have me.” I scoop her in my arms and carry her through the house.
As much as I would love nothing more than to press her against a wall and fuck her breathless, I knew she was nowhere near ready for me to fuck her rough and dirty. Doesn’t mean in her bed, I won’t go harder on her.
Throwing her on her bed, I stand watching her as I toe off my shoes while unbuttoning my shirt. Jett stares up at me, her eyes watching everything I do. With my shirt undone, I shrug it off and undo my belt, though I don’t remove my pants just yet.
“Trust me?” I ask, reaching to remove both her shoes.
“Yes,” she doesn’t hesitate in her answer.
“Good.” I was barely able to contain my need for her, but I managed to tap down the desire to rip her clothes from her and drive into her as I needed. I’ll be inside her soon enough.
With her shoes out of the way, I make quick work of divesting Jett of the rest of her clothes, leaving her naked before my eyes.
I take a moment to appreciate the beauty of her body.
Her tits were perky with rose colored nipples, already beaded and ready for me to play with.
I trail my eyes down her flat stomach toward her bare folds.
Jett’s legs were partially open, and I could already see the glistening juices coating her pussy.
Fuck me, she was beautiful.
“Spread your legs for me.” My voice was harsh even to my own ears, but Jett does as I tell her to do.
“Play with me later,” Jett says, her voice pleading. “I need you inside me. I feel like my body is on fire for you, and I can’t wait.”
I felt the same need to be inside her.
“I’ve got to make sure you’re ready for me, little one.” I don’t want to hurt her.
Jett moves, and when she does, she comes off the bed and onto her knees, her hands go for my pants. “I want you inside me, Aziz. I don’t care how.” As she says this, her hands undo the button and lower the zipper.
She tugs my pants downward, allowing my cock to spring free, and bob right in her face. The moan she lets out as she wraps her hand around me nearly undoes my hold on my control.
I grit my teeth together when she wraps her lips around my cock.
“Oh fuck, Agápi.” I keep my eyes on her as she sucks my cock, bobbing her head back and forth, taking as much of me as she can.
Tangling my fingers in her hair, I take control, moving my hips.
I knew she’d never done this before, but it didn’t matter, having her mouth on me made the experience the best.
My control snaps when she moans around my cock, and I see her reach with her free hand between her legs.
Pulling her mouth from my cock, I snarl and let her hair go.
I move faster than she could see me move and heft her up off the floor, throwing her back on the bed.
I climb over her, lifting her legs as I move, placing them on my shoulders.
“Brace, little one,” It’s the only warning I give her as I drive into her. My thrusts aren’t gentle. They’re not easy. I take her hard. Jett’s cries spur me on, begging me to go harder.
I give her everything I have, and when she tilts her head, exposing her neck to me, I take what I want from her there as well.
My fangs pierce through her skin, her blood spills on my tongue, and I drink, enjoying the pleasure of tasting.
It’s magnificent. To make it even better, Jett’s pussy convulses around me, her cries grow louder as she cries out her pleasure.
My own release comes, jutting from the head of my cock, filling her with everything I have. Only when I’m spent do I unlatch from Jett’s neck and lick the wound.
Without thinking, I lift a hand, bite into it enough to draw blood, and offer it to Jett. “Drink, Agápi, be mine.”
Through hooded eyes, Jett does as I ask her, watching me the whole time. It didn’t matter to me what Apollo said. Or that we both drank from the goblet and within that goblet head, my blood. I wanted her to drink right from me.
Moments later, she lets my hand go, only for me to lower my head and kiss her. I could spend the rest of eternity doing just as we’re doing now.
Still, I knew there were things we needed to discuss. First, I needed to take care of my woman, meaning it was time to feed her something other than my cock.