Chapter Seven
Talia
I woke up a while ago, but I haven’t moved.
When I came up here, I took a bath and crawled into bed half asleep.
I knew when Soren came to bed because he sat over there and muttered to himself for a while before pulling me to his chest. He hated every fucking second of it, but he is still wrapped around me as he sleeps.
I have so many questions, but I don’t know if I am allowed to ask. Is it disrespectful? I am still not convinced that one of us isn’t crazy. A fucking vampire? I can hear his heart beating in his chest. He’s warm. I could see him in the mirror.
Okay, so maybe I watched too many shitty horror movies as a kid, but hey, it’s not like this is something that has been researched.
What the fuck am I even supposed to do with this information?
Do I run away and go tell the cops, ‘Hey, I got face fucked by a vampire, but it was the highlight of my entire fucking life?’ No. I’d get locked in a padded room.
Another note is, why is his dick so big?
Does he drink blood just to fill that thing, because goddamn.
Talk about a gut buster, my cervix is going to be a thing of the past when he ends up fucking me.
The fucked up part is I want it. I don’t want to want it, but I do.
Just thinking about him being inside of me has my pussy aching.
The longer I sit here and think about it, the more I want to just suck his cock again. Is that weird? It’s weird. Am I wanting to just wake him up coming down my throat? Lift his hips and violently force his come down my throat?
Fuck yes, I do.
I push on him a bit, and he rolls to his back. I feel fucking crazed as I throw the blanket back and find that he is naked and hard. I gently grip the base, and I can’t even fit my hand around him. How the fuck did he force all of this down my throat? That’s not humanly possible.
But I guess that doesn’t count if he isn’t human… Fuck, I don’t know. I stare at his pierced cock, and I am goddamn drooling over here sitting on my knees.
“Go on, Bunny. Take what you need,” Soren says sleepily, tucking one of his hands behind his head.
With his other hand, he motions for me to lean down, so I do.
I cuss myself the whole fucking time, but then he gently brushes my hair back to watch me as I take him into my mouth.
“That’s it, Bunny. Fuck, that’s my good girl. ”
I groan as I take him as deep as I can and suck.
I start bobbing my head, and his moan rumbles through us both.
I have my thighs pressed together, trying to ease the pressure.
He nudges my thighs apart, and I nearly cry when he starts rubbing my clit.
It feels so goddamn good, and I rock my hips to chase the feeling.
I am whimpering and moaning as I suck him, moving quicker.
When he groans deeply, it sets me off instantly and I come hard as I swallow him.
I keep going and going, desperate to get as much as I can from him until he finally pulls me up.
I am out of breath and ashamed of what I’ve done. I drop and lie down with my back to him as I curl myself up. I try so hard to keep the tears in, but I start sniffling as I lose the fight to my emotions.
“It’s normal, ya know,” he grunts out.
“Nothing about this is normal,” I snap tearfully. Soren sighs and rolls me onto my back. He is sitting up now and places his hand on the other side of my body, so he has me trapped as he towers over me.
“Look,” he says. “I don’t know why the fuck I did that… I know you don’t understand, but this is where we are. You are my mate, and that’s that.”
“I don’t even know what the fuck that means!” I say hatefully.
“First of all, brat, lose your attitude,” he frowns. “It means that unless you allow me to turn you, then you are addicted to me. It gets easier if you let me turn you, but it will literally drive you insane to be without me.”
“What about you?” I ask.
“What about me?” he scoffs. “I don’t need you; you need me. Don’t fucking forget that either.”
“I don’t need you,” I say, frowning back at him.
“If you say so,” he smirks, and it pisses me off. I shove him back and stand.
“Do I have to stay naked, or do I get clothes or something?” I snap at him.
“I can take you to get some clothes,” he says. “I need to go to the office, so you’ll come with me.”
“Office?” I ask.
“Yes. Surprised I have a business, Bunny?”
“But you killed Ben and… Why did you kill him?”
“Because I was paid to kill him. He wasn’t supposed to have you with him, so that’s why we showed up when we did. Looks like Henry wanted him dead, too, because he was on his way up there.”
“He bought me for six million dollars,” I say. “Henry wouldn’t be back up there unless Ben wasn’t keeping me.”
“Henry does all of his sales, but he didn’t go to that one,” Soren says. “Why the fuck am I explaining this to you? Henry was double-crossing Ben, but found him dead last night. It’s all over the news and was reported as a suicide.”
“Henry is going to want me back,” I say.
“Why? You are disposable?”
“Thanks for the reminder,” I mutter. “What am I wearing? Want me to just walk around naked with your other… Whoever they are. Friends?”
“Fuck no,” he snaps and points to the chair by the closet. “Micah found some shit for you last night. Wear that; we can get you more shit later.”
“Fine,” I huff. I grab up the clothes and pull them on.
It’s just a pair of leggings, a sports bra, and a blue T-shirt.
It’s so nice to wear something casual for a change.
I step into the plain black flats and turn to Soren.
He has a pair of jeans that hang on his hips and make his ass look great.
His body is just fucking incredible. When my eyes meet his, he smirks.
“Fuck you.” I lash out when I get caught ogling him.
“You are going to be a handful, aren’t you?” he asks, and I roll my eyes. He growls and steps closer to grab my chin. “Roll your eyes at me again and I’ll fucking remove them from your goddamn head. You don’t need to see for me to use your cunt.”
I roll my eyes again, and he shoves me toward the door, making me laugh to myself. Maybe I’m pressing my luck here, but I am getting the feeling he won’t actually hurt me.
When we get downstairs, all the same men from last night are sitting on the couches, plus one who wasn’t at the hotel. “About time, love birds,” the man who got shot last night says. I must look shocked, because he chuckles when he looks at me. “I’m Vaughn. Talia, yes?”
“Yeah,” I say. “You… he…”
“The little fucker can’t die,” Soren says. “None of us can.”
“His head was gone,” I deadpan, turning to look at Soren.
“Yeah, watch,” Vaughn says. He pulls a pistol from his hip and fires off a round at a man on the couch, and I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle my scream.
“Ow! You fucking dickhead!” he complains.
“That’s Laurent.” Vaughn laughs. “That’s Micah, Diego, and Caine.”
“What happens if you… I don’t know… Explode?” I ask.
“Why, you gonna blow me up?” Vaughn asks with a grin.
“Vaughn,” Soren growls.
“N-No,” I stammer. “Just… curious.”
“We will just regenerate,” Micah says. “Has he explained anything?”
“Ah… Just that he is supposed to be addictive or something,” I say, my face burning with embarrassment when my pussy aches again at the memory of sucking Soren earlier. I yelp when Soren grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back.
“Understand I can feel your arousal, Bunny. Knock it off unless you want me to bend you over this couch,” he threatens.
“This is fun!” Vaughn says happily. “Nice to see you happy, Boss.”
“I’m going to fucking kill you one day, Vaughn,” Soren deadpans.
“If Soren is okay with it, I can explain things to you,” Micah says, glancing at Soren.
“Whatever. Keep your fucking hands to yourself,” Soren huffs. “Go to the fucking truck. Now. Get off your asses.”
We go outside and get into the truck. Soren sits me in the front seat with him as the others pile into the back.
As we are driving, Soren stops at a fast-food drive-thru and gets an unreasonable amount of food.
I must look confused, because he turns and frowns at me when we pull into a parking spot.
“What?” he asks.
“Aren’t you a vampire?” I ask. “Or did I dream that?”
“A hybrid,” he says.
“So a glass of blood with your burger. Got it,” I say, and no one corrects me. “So garlic won’t make you fuck off?”
“Remind me not to let you watch television,” Soren says, rolling his eyes as he gets out of the truck. When I open my door, he is already at my door with a frown.
“What now?” I sigh.
“Nothing,” he mutters, turning away and walking out of the parking garage. When we all get to the sidewalk, we go into the building next to it labeled “Montgomery Security Solutions.”
For-hire killers under the ruse of private security. Smart.
When we get into an elevator, Soren has himself between me and the others. He is so fucking possessive over me, which only confuses me more, honestly.
When we step out, a woman with bright blonde hair, small, perky tits, and long legs looks up with a smile. “Morning, Soren!” she says happily. She looks at me, and the smile turns to disgust. “Are we bringing in strays now?”
“This is Talia,” Soren says. “Talia, this is Shelby. She is my assistant.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” I say simply, and she scoffs and turns to Soren. “Are we still on for tonight? You usually feed on Fridays.”
Feeds? So she’s human, and he feeds off her. Does that mean he won’t need me? Why does that upset me? It shouldn’t. He isn’t mine, and I don’t even want him. He is just a survival tool that I’m using.
“Go to my office,” he tells her. She grins and skips off into a room behind her, and Soren turns to me. “Go with Micah.”
“Soren, do you think…”
“I don’t think I asked your fucking opinion. Did I?” Soren shouts at Micah. “Fuck off.”
“Come on,” Vaughn says, his entire demeanor changing into something angry. I follow Micah, and we walk down the hallway.
“What the fuck is his problem?” Vaughn growls when we walk into another office.
“Not right now, Vaughn,” Micah says as he sits me on a black leather couch. “Talia, honey. You are his mate. I won’t lie to you. What he is about to do is going to cause you an incredible amount of pain. There is nothing we can do to help until he is done.”
“Why…” I start to ask.
“I don’t know, and I don’t think he does either,” Caine says. “Lie down, and try to get comfortable.”
I feel a sense of dread start to fill me as I lie down and face the back of the couch. I curl myself into the fetal position, hugging the soft throw pillow to my chest so I can bury my face as tears well up.
I scream in pain when it suddenly stabs through my belly, and it doesn’t let up.
It feels like a knife being driven into me and twisted.
My body is violently shaking as I scream until my throat is raw and my voice is broken.
All five of Soren’s friends sit with me, but no one touches me.
They can’t, because Soren would never allow them to comfort me through this.
He’s reminding me that he doesn’t need me, and I am at his mercy.
By the time the searing pain starts to fade, I am exhausted from screaming and sobbing. I’ve never wanted to die more than I do right now. This isn’t desperation this time; it’s despair, and I won’t survive it.