Chapter Thirty
Talia
Day Seven
I might vomit if Micah touches me one more fucking time.
Over the course of yesterday and today, he has fucked me, eaten my pussy, and taken my ass more times than I can count.
It has done nothing to grow the bond; in fact, I think it has disintegrated it.
Still, I smile and laugh. I come when he wants me to.
I’m begging for more at just the right times.
I let him hold me close to his chest and pretend like he is the only man that I want.
I am so fucking ready to go home. I just want to be wrapped in my mate’s arms. My real mate.
I want Soren so bad that it fucking hurts, but we are so close.
I’m trying to keep my head in the right space, so I haven’t really said much to Soren.
When I do, I just continue to reassure him that my plan is working.
I don’t think he truly believes me, and he won’t until it all plays out.
“Ready?” Henry asks, peeking his head into the door.
“Is it time?” I ask, perking up.
“Yep. Julie has everything ready,” Henry says with a smile. “It’s pathetic. He’s still awake somehow.”
“That means he will still be awake when our bond severs for good, right?” I ask. “I don’t know how that works. Is there anything to break?”
“He is still very much attached, but you aren’t. It will be excruciating for him, but a relief for you,” Micah explains.
“Good. Maybe he can feel a fraction of what he put me through,” I say, standing up from the bed. Micah laughs as he stands and cups my cheek.
“When everything is done, Julie has a celebration planned for us all,” Micah tells me.
“I can’t wait!” I say before kissing him.
We walk out of the room and down the hall.
When we step into the room with Soren, they have him hanging by the shackles with his arms above his head again.
He looks horrible. His eyes are half open, his muscles have disintegrated almost completely.
His complexion is gray and lifeless. He is hardly conscious, but clinging to life.
“Alright,” Julie says sweetly. “You ready?”
“Absolutely,” I say. “So do I just stab him?”
“Anywhere you want. The closer to the heart, the quicker,” she says, holding the injection in her hand. She doesn’t hesitate to extend her hand and offer it to me. When I pick it up from her palm, I hold it like it’s a cherished item, because it is. This is our ticket to freedom.
I drop my hand to my side so my sleeve falls over the needle. When I turn to Micah, he smiles. “What is it, Bunny?”
“Kiss me,” I say sweetly. “Let him see.”
“I’m tempted to fuck you over top of him,” he says, stepping closer and cupping my face with his hands. When he kisses me, I sigh and bring my arms up to his shoulders. None of them has noticed that I’ve taken the cap off the needle.
I let the moment build and continue to kiss Micah. I don’t want to act too quickly, or they might be able to prevent me from doing it. When Micah’s body completely relaxes, I whisper in his ear.
“You are just as unwanted as Julie is,” I say before stabbing the needle into his neck. I quickly push the liquid into his body.
Micah shoves me away so hard that I fall back on my ass, but panic spreads through him quicker than I ever thought was possible. It’s like it’s burning him from the inside out. He groans and hits his knees. “What did you do?!” Micah screams at me. “You fucking bitch!”
“You will never be my mate,” I say, spitting on him.
I look up, and Julie is stunned. She truly had no fucking idea that I was playing her the entire time.
I watch as the realization kicks in that she has lost, and then she runs.
She leaves the room, knowing that she has nothing now.
Nothing but a problem, but I will get rid of it.
I take advantage of Micah’s panic and grab the knife from his jeans pocket. I rush to Soren, lying him on the table, and slice into my neck before cradling his head and bringing it to the blood running down my shoulder.
“Run,” I tell Henry before looking at Micah. “Before he gains his strength back.”
It sounds merciful, but this is my present to Soren for being so patient and trusting of me. I’m gifting him with a hunt.
It takes Soren a second to be able to sink his fangs into me, but when he does, he growls and sits up, dragging me onto the table to sit in his lap. I loop my arms around his neck and stroke his head as he feeds off me, quickly gaining strength.
“Run!” I shout at them, and they do. They nearly fall over each other to get away.
“Take what you need, Soren. I’m right here,” I say. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
I slam on the brakes in front of the house and lay on the horn. It’s late as hell, but I know they aren’t sleeping. They don’t know that the bond exists yet, but I do. I can feel how worried they have been, especially since the bond with Micah fell away when he turned mortal.
When I jump out of the truck that is actually Micah’s, I run around to Soren’s door.
He fed from me enough to be able to get up and leave the house, but he has been in and out of consciousness since we got on the interstate.
It took an hour to get home, but he needs to feed again.
He is so fucking weak, so I need the guys to help me get him inside.
“Talia!” Vaughn shouts as he sprints out of the house. Diego, Caine, and Laurent are right behind him.
“I fed him enough to get him into the truck. He needs to feed again,” I say as Vaughn and Diego pull him out.
Soren is so fucking out of it, but smiles at his friends.
I’m still dressed in this nearly transparent dress, but that’s not my concern.
We can address everything when he gains his strength back.
Vaughn pushes him down to sit on the couch before grabbing me into a hug so tight that I can’t breathe. “You are so fucking stupid. I’m proud of you. You are still fucking stupid, though.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I laugh as the others steal me away to hug me just as tightly. When I turn to Soren, his smile is so fucking sweet that it melts me. I climb into his lap and hold his face between my hands.
“Evil little bunny,” he says gently. “You scare me.”
“And Micah apparently,” I laugh. I look behind him and see Dad leaning against the kitchen door, watching us. He has a small smile on his face, but he looks so fucking proud.
“Thank you, Dad,” I say, glancing up at him. “Mom said hi.”
“Oh, yeah?” He laughs. “I’m sure it was worded a bit differently.”
“A bit,” I say with a smile.
“I have a lot to catch up on,” Soren mutters.
“First, you feed,” I say. “Now. Before you turn into an asshole.”
“Smartass,” he says, kissing me instead. “You smell like him.”
“Make me smell like you then, Mate.” I grin. “But stop your yapping and eat me. Literally, I guess.”
Soren shakes his head with a smile on his face, but then gently bites down on my neck. I sigh and melt into him as he holds me close. Vaughn, Diego, Laurent, and Caine stay close to us, and one of them is always rubbing my back while Soren feeds from me on the couch.
After a while, one of them drapes a blanket over my back, and Soren takes it as an opportunity to lift me up, so I can sink on his cock.
The sigh of relief that comes out of both of us is filled with desperation, but I remain still.
This moment isn’t about eroticism or fucking away unwanted feelings.
It’s not even about getting off, but connecting.
It’s the closest we can be, and it feeds his strength.
“They don’t know the bond exists with me,” I tell Soren through our bond.
“They will panic the moment they realize, so just let them have this moment,” Soren tells me as he feeds from my neck. “I could feel them comforting you, you know?”
“I’m sorry if I…”
“It helped me survive,” he interrupts. “It’s what gave me hope.”
After a while, Soren and I move to our bed, and he has me resume sitting with his cock buried inside of me, but he lies me across his chest. We stay like this for hours, just soaking in each other’s presence.
When I slowly drift to sleep, the last thing I feel is a gentle kiss to the top of my head.
He isn’t feeding anymore, which means he has his strength, and now his focus is on me.