Chapter 27 Kael #2
I can be distracting too if I want to be, but she’s right; I’ll take this seriously compared to him, and if that’s what she needs, I’m more than willing to provide it.
Eliminating the distance between us, I roll my shoulders back as I grin. “Don’t worry, Princess. I’ll make you sweat just as hard.”
“You’re mad at me.”
She shakes her head, but I know the truth.
I felt it in the silence between us as we used the interior stairs to get to the gym.
I sensed it in her stilted conversation, and it’s only been solidified by the lack of eye contact and the force behind her punches when she thinks she might actually make contact with me.
“I’m not,” she grumbles, tapping the cushions of her boxing gloves together instead of looking at me, and I sigh.
“You are, I just can’t figure out why,” I admit, and I think that’s what’s pissing me off more. I hate not knowing. I’m not bothered if she’s mad. She’s been angry at me before, yet she’s still here, choosing me to help her.
She shrugs, taking another hefty swing for the pads in my palms, but her frustration takes away from the accuracy of the move and the positioning I’m trying to teach her.
“Keep your elbow tight, we want to be directing your strength from here, not there,” I direct, pointing to where I mean, and she nods, trying the move again, and with a deep breath and a little more focus, she does a lot better.
“Good. Go again,” I murmur, encouraging her to jab at the pads, alternating between each hand for a few moments before I reapproach the subject. “So, why are you mad?”
“Why do you care?” she replies with a huff as a curl of purple hair falls around her face, having worked its way loose from the hair tie securing the rest back off her face.
“I don’t,” I mutter, the lie clear as she rolls her eyes, but she’s driving me insane too. This isn’t just a one-way street. “You’re exhausting,” I grumble, and she scoffs, the sound hollow as she lands two hits before she speaks again.
“Probably not as much as Willow, though, right?”
My eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Willow? What the hell does she have to do with anything?”
Another shrug, but no answer, making my frown deepen as I try to figure out why the hell she’s bringing up that bitch. The last time I spoke to her was…
“Is this about The Hut?” I ask, my hands dropping slightly, which seems to entice her to swing harder, and I quickly lift them back into position to defend myself from her punch.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she mutters, but the bite is thick in her tone.
“So it is about The Hut,” I confirm, and she finally drags her gaze to mine.
“Can we just train?” she grumbles, throwing a few more punches, each one stronger than the last, but the precision is much better.
This isn’t just going to help her against Willow, it may be helpful in The Institute Games too.
Not that I’m going to tell her that. She’ll either tell me I’m wrong or that she’s already aware, and since she’s mad at me, I don’t need to make it any worse.
Instead, I do just that by stating the obvious.
“You think I left with her.”
Another flicker of eye contact. “I saw you leave with her.”
I nod. I’m sure she did. “Her mother wanted to see me.”
She scoffs, the sound even more hollow than the last time. “Do you keep it in the family?” she smarts, her defenses raised both physically and mentally, and I shake my head.
“Not funny,” I grumble, recalling the number of times Anya has placed her hand a little too high up my thigh, or squeezed my arm as she pressed her chest against my body. I fight the shudder, but the grimace that distorts my face is unavoidable.
There’s no shock at all when Elodie simply shrugs, but I feel the need to explain myself because she’s mad at me for the wrong shit.
“At least be angry at me for my actual actions, not assumptions. She escorted me to The Sanctum, and the next time I saw her was when you were siphoning the fuck out of her,” I grunt, earning another eye roll.
“If you say so.”
“I do,” I insist, and she shakes her head.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It doesn’t?” I cock a brow at her, failing to see how it doesn’t matter based on how she’s acting right now.
“No,” she confirms, and I want to call bullshit, but I opt not to be so blunt before the words leave my mouth.
“Because you don’t believe me.” Another shrug. Fuck me. I thought I had indifference down to a T, but it seems I’m not the only one. “The Sanctum demanded to see me because they wanted me to provide information on you and your latent magic.”
She pauses, hands still poised in front of her, but her gaze makes its way to me again. “And what did you say?”
“That there was nothing to report.”
“Did they buy it?” she continues, and I scoff, shaking my head.
“No. They gave me seventy-two hours to have something to say on the matter.”
She instinctively takes a step back, her eyebrows pinching.
“I didn’t see you all weekend.”
“I know,” I grumble, waving the pads, and she takes the silent order, swinging two punches before she stops again.
“So what did you tell them after that?”
“I didn’t. I believe they sent Willow to try and goad you into using it instead.”
Her arms drop to her sides as her chin dips to her chest, defeat vibrating from her. “And I fell right into their trap.”
It’s my turn to shrug this time. But there’s something I haven’t managed to figure out yet. “What did she say to get under your skin?”
“That definitely doesn’t matter,” she blurts, taking a backward step as she uncuffs the gloves, letting them fall to the floor with a thud as she turns for the exit.
Before she can make it off the mat and across to the door, I lose my pads and grab her arms, coming up from behind. Her back stiffens, but I inch closer, feeling her muscles slowly unclench as I press against her back, and when I do, I feel the ripples of her exhaling a shuddering breath.
“This was a bad idea,” she whispers, her gulp audible as my thumbs stroke small circles against her skin.
She’s not wrong. The scent of her sweetness has had me desperate to feast on her in more ways than one.
My vampire is attuned to the thundering of her pulse, and the sweet desire to taste between her thighs is enough to bring me to my knees.
Instead, I’ve spent the entire time with my cock solid beneath my shorts.
“You can’t keep running,” I rasp, trailing my nose over the shell of her ear.
“There’s nothing to run from.”
Her words are wrapped in razor blades, slicing through me as they hit their mark, but I see what they’re hiding: the truth.
“Then tell me what she said.”
She spins, firmly planting her hands against my chest as she tries to shove me back.
Instead of stumbling away like she hopes, I wrap my fingers around her wrists, pinning them between us as she gapes up at me, eyes slightly wider than usual as her short breaths have her chest rising and falling in quick succession.
Bringing my gaze back to her face, my eyes latch on to her mouth. Her sweet fucking lips, all full and needy. Her fingers curl against my chest, gathering my t-shirt in her hands. Time stops as her tongue sweeps out, dragging along her bottom lip for a split second, and I’m moving.
Desperate, I crush my mouth to hers and she groans, instantly fighting for control as she presses her mouth more firmly against mine.
I love it. Amusing her, I let her take control, encouraging her to take whatever she wants from me before I have to taste more.
Toying at the seam of her mouth with my tongue, her lips part with ease as she pries her hands from my grasp, but instead of putting distance between us as I expect, she wraps her arms around my neck, raking her fingers through the ends of my hair as she tugs me closer.
Fuck.
Running my hands down her sides, she shivers at the touch, groaning into my mouth as I flex my fingers at her waist, but it’s not enough, I still want closer.
Grabbing the back of her thighs, I lift her in the air and she instinctively wraps her legs around my middle.
My cock strains at the friction as I run my hands over the globes of her ass.
“Would you really run from this?” I rasp, tearing my mouth from hers to stare deep into her hazy eyes.
“If it means surviving, I have to do whatever it takes,” she admits, and the truth makes my cock ache even more. Her desire to survive, her ability to endure whatever is thrown at her, and her unwavering loyalty to herself are what leave me in awe of her.
“Even if it means my demise?” I push, and she gulps, her fingers still toying with my hair.
Yes. The answer is yes. I can see it in her eyes, but she doesn’t say it for fear of hurting me or pissing me off.
“It doesn’t matter what your answer is, I’m never going to let you go,” I add, and her brows furrow, ready to deny me, but I speak before she gets a chance.
“I can barely breathe when you’re not around.
If I can’t taste how sweet you are, I need to inhale your scent to survive. So wherever you go, so do I.”
Before she can read too much into it, or me for that matter, I move two steps to the left where the bench press is set up. Taking a seat, I lean her against the back, trapping her between me and the cushioned surface.
Her hands run from my hair to my face, cupping my cheeks with her delicate hands, and I have to bite back the groan threatening to ripple from my throat. “Fuck me,” she whispers huskily, and my cock pulses between her thighs.
The urgency is thick in the air between us, just like it always is.
There’s no slow and gentle buildup between us, just desperation.
Tugging at the waistband of her shorts, they slip down to her thighs with her panties, but I stop at her knees, grabbing the fabric to pin her thighs against her chest, exposing her needy pussy to me.
“Kael,” she hisses, holding onto the edge of the bench beneath her as she stares at me with wide eyes, and I grin, using my free hand to release my cock.
Her core glistens under the light, her craving clear as I align the head of my dick with her entrance. My face heats, my mouth drying as I sink inside of her sweet core. Inch by inch, I lower her onto my length until I’m fully seated inside of her.
Her back arches as she whimpers, eyelids falling to half-mast as she clenches around my cock.
“Do you feel what you do to me, Elodie?” I grunt, and her eyes find mine as her pupils dilate.
“You make the big bad murderous vampire hard as fuck.” Her pussy squeezes me again and I groan.
“And you love it, don’t you? You’re insatiable with this needy little cunt of yours,” I insist, shifting my hands to her thighs to prop her up a little higher on the bench so I can flex my hips and drive up into her.
“Kael,” she groans, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, goading me into giving her more. I’m happy to oblige.
Slipping out of her pussy until only the sensitive head remains inside her, I gape at where we’re connected, relishing in her juices coating my cock, and she hasn’t even come yet.
It’s time for me to rectify that. I tighten my hold on her thighs, certain to leave marks come morning, and adjust my angle so the next time I go deep, I hit that sweet spot inside of her that makes her spasm around my cock like the goddess she is.
With her moans echoing around us, I pound into her again and again as I bring my thumb to her taut clit that’s begging for my attention. Her groans turn to cries of ecstasy as I draw three tight circles around the needy nub before she reaches her peak, deep diving over the edge as she screams.
I feel every wave of her euphoria as her pussy claims me, fluttering deliciously around my cock until I can’t take it anymore.
Giving in to my own release, it shoots up my spine, crackling through my veins as I whisper her name.
Our eyes lock and her pussy clenches around me, even as her orgasm subsides, but what passes between us is an understanding she’s not ready for, not even close.
She’s not running from this. She can’t.