Chapter 3
Chapter Three
I wait for her to vanish into the night, her pulse erratic in the distance, before I move.
The shadow on the roof had disappeared, but the feeling of being watched hasn’t.
There’s a nagging itch between my shoulder blades, a reminder that my hunt is no longer the only game in town.
But for now, Lena is the prize, and I intend to enjoy every second of it before the world comes crashing down around us.
I find her by the river, shivering on a park bench, her head in her hands. She looks small, fragile, and completely unaware that she’s carrying a piece of my soul in the crescent moon mark on her.
"Del?" She looks up as I approach, her eyes wide and swimming with tears. "What is this mark? What did you do to me?"
"It's a map," I say, crouching down in front of her, ignoring the damp grass soaking into my knees. "A way back to me. If you ever get lost."
She reaches out, her fingers trembling as she brushes against my cheek. "You disappeared. You just left me there."
"I didn't leave you," I whisper, leaning into her touch. "I was testing you. Seeing if you could follow the path."
The sound of her heartbeat was so loud it rattled in my chest. "Testing me?"
"Mmhmm. And you passed."
I stand, pulling her with me. "Come on. You're cold. You need to warm up."
Lena doesn’t resist. She lets me lead her to my car, a sleek, silent thing that smells of leather and my lingering scent.
We drive in silence, the hum of the engine the only sound, until I pull up to a small, private apartment that I keep on the edge of the city.
I don’t explain where we were going, and she seems content just to be near me.
Once inside, I kick the door shut and lock it. The apartment is dark, the only light coming from the moon outside the window. I turn on a lamp, the soft glow illuminating the empty room. I walk over to the sofa and sit down, gesturing for her to join me.
Lena hesitates briefly, then sits on the edge of the cushion, her knees pulled up to her chest. She looks nervous, like she’s waiting for me to pounce.
"I'm not going to hurt you," I say, my voice soft. "Not anymore."
"Then why did you bite me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Because I wanted to taste you," I respond, truthfully. "And because I wanted to mark you. You're mine now, Lena. Mine forever."
I reach out, my fingers tangling in her dark curls, pulling her closer. I lean in, kissing her, tasting the lingering sweetness of her fear and arousal. Her lips are soft and plump, and she tastes like rain. I kiss her harder, deeper, my tongue probing the recesses of her mouth, claiming her.
She melts against me, her body going limp, her hands gripping my shoulders. I pull her onto my lap, her legs straddling my hips. She’s so warm, so alive. The contrast between her heat and my cool skin is intoxicating.
I run my hands down her back, feeling the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist. She shivers.
I bite her neck again, this time harder, sinking my teeth into the tender skin just below her ear.
She gasps, her body arching against me. I drink a small trickle of blood, just enough to heighten the sensation, to make her skin flush with life.
She tastes so good. She’s so responsive. I want to see her fall apart.
I pull back, licking the wound closed, sealing it with a flick of my tongue. I slide my hand under her shirt, her skin smooth and warm under my fingertips, I caress her breasts, my fingers tracing the outline of her bra, teasing her nipples until they harden against my palm.
Lena moans, her hips grinding against my thigh. "Del," she breathes. "Please."
"Please what?" I ask, my voice sounding sultry and quiet.
"More," she whispers.
I smile, a dark, hungry smile. "You're a greedy girl, Lena."
Standing, I carry her to the bedroom. I lay her down on the bed, her hair fanning out against the white sheets like a golden halo. I strip off my own clothes, my skin pale and flawless, revealing my lean form. I climb on top of her, positioning myself between her legs.
I run my hands over her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her hips. I feel her shiver below me. I lean in, biting her neck again. She cries out, her body arching off the bed.
I drink, my hands gripping her thighs, pulling her apart. She’s so responsive to my touch that her body burns with need. I wanted to see her unravel, wanted to see her lose herself in pleasure.
I slide my hand into her jeans, pulling them down, revealing her legs. I caress her inner thighs, my fingers teasing the shaven skin around her wet core. I lower my head, position my face between her open legs, and run my tongue through her slit, licking her with long, deep strokes.
She tastes sweet, like nectar, and I want to drink it all. I lick her until she’s screaming, her hips bucking wildly, my hair getting pulled. She meets her release, hard, our eyes lock, her body shaking, her inner walls clamping down on my tongue.
I pull back, licking my lips, smiling. "Good girl."
I slide my fingers into her and move them in and out as she wiggles. She gasps, her back arching off the bed. I quicken my pace and use my thumb to trace circles around her clit, the only sound being her ragged breathing and pounding heartbeat.
I fuck her hard, my fingers driving into her with relentless pace. I bite her again, sinking my teeth into her thigh. I drink, feeling her life force flowing into me, mixing with my own.
This time her orgasm is accompanied by a scream of pleasure before her body goes limp and she fully relaxes. I climb back up next to her on the bed and kiss her cheek. I look over her beautiful body. She’s flushed with little bite marks all over. She looks exquisite with my marks on her.
When I look back at her face, her eyes are closed, and her breathing has calmed. I position myself next to her and take this moment to get some rest next to my new little obsession.