Chapter 12
Thorin
Fucking finally.
No thanks to my own fucked-up way of thinking, I finally have my woman.
My other half, my perfect mate in my lap.
I can hear her heartbeat: it is rapid, pumping her sweet-scented blood around her body, her veins filling and flooding. The sound and scent of her are driving me crazy.
“I like you like this,” I state, leaning in to kiss the hollow of her throat.
She arches her neck, giving me better access, and I take full fucking advantage. Her body trembles above me, making me grin against her warm, smooth skin.
“Thorin.” My name, a fucking prayer on her lips.
It is something I have wished for, dreamed about but never took until now. Seeing how she is handling what she has gone through has me realizing just how strong she truly is.
She is not running scared, nor telling me to fuck off; she is embracing what has happened and dealing with it.
“This should have always been the way.” My lips latch onto her skin, my fangs aching to sink into her, but I fight off the need.
For now.
“Yes.”
“From now on, you are mine, baby. Mine to keep, mine to pleasure, and mine to protect.”
“We’ll see.” She looks at me now.
Her eyes are dark with lust, her lips parted as she pants with desire.
I can smell how turned on she is for me, and it makes my cock throb in my pants.
“We have a lot to talk about, Thorin. I know that you feel this connection, but I have felt it for years, yet you have fought it. You cannot expect me just to forgive and forget what you have done to me. My body is betraying my heart right now. I want nothing more than to sink down on this.” She grinds down on my hard-on, making me hiss.
“But the pain is still in here.” She taps the side of her head, then her heart.
My gut tightens, seeing the pain in her eyes. For years she has felt this and worse because of me.
“I was a stubborn asshole, I know this, but I want to move on. Make up for the shit that I have pulled, but we can’t do that if it keeps getting brought up,” I growl.
It is the wrong thing to say, and I know it as soon as the words leave my big mouth.
Well, fuck.
Delaney scowls, then climbs off my lap. I miss her heat and touch immediately.
She paces at the end of my bed, and I adjust my cock, thick in my jeans.
The zipper and material will leave an imprint with how little room is left.
So I do the only logical thing to do, I pop the button and pull the zipper down.
The instant relief has me sighing, and that sound makes Delaney’s head snap in my direction. Her eyes drop to my cock, her lips parting in shock; yeah, baby I am big and thick.
“Thorin.” My name is a whimper on her lips, before she shakes herself of any dirty thoughts. “No, I will not let you distract me with that-that thing,” she snaps, making me laugh at how fucking adorable she is when she is on fire.
“Not a distraction, baby. My cock has not had any use in three months, but having you on my lap with only my jeans as a barrier has me hard as stone, and my balls screaming to be emptied.”
She scoffs. “Yeah, okay. You seem to forget that I know how insatiable you are, Thorin. You cannot go days without fucking, let alone three months.”
The material of the shirt hangs open, barely covering her juicy tits, taunting me, letting me see what she has underneath, but not enough to satisfy my needs.
She is fucking sexy.
She leans against the large post at the foot of the bed, wrapping her arms around it.
“Delaney, baby, I swear on the Blood Oath, I have not touched any other woman since you left. I would say ask the brothers, but you won’t believe them, saying they have my back over yours. You underestimate how much they love you, babe.”
Her eyes soften at the emotion of the brothers. They see her as a little sister, and I know that she values them in her heart so much.
“None?” she asks.
“None. I have been feeding from blood bags, or to be discreet, because it freaks Rush out, bottles of blood. Or when needed, fuckers who deserved to be drained. I have not fed on any bitch’s blood.
Seeing you leave fucked with my head. Then seeing you move on, being happy working, being independent away from the club, fucking gutted me, but it was necessary pain to see what the fuck I had lost. I will not let you go again, Delaney.
I am the biggest cunt you will ever meet, but I don’t care as long as I keep you.
Fucked up way more times than I can count, but I will make it up to you.
So, get that sexy ass back over here, baby. ”
She watches me, her hand gripping the large post, like it is a lifeguard.
“Trust will not come easy to me where you are concerned, Thorin.”
“You can, and you will, trust me. I am a man of my word and if I say that I will not cheat on you, fucking or feeding, you will believe me.”
“Will I? You cannot demand that I forgive you, Thorin.”
“Can’t I?” I arch a brow and grin.
Her eyes flash wide, anger mixed with uncertainty and disappointment. She steps away from the bed, looking at me like she is seeing a different person. She knows what I mean, and I know that I will never compel her, but she doesn’t know that right this second.
“You ever compel me to do something, and I will never forgive you, Thorin.” Her voice cracks.
Grinning, I take my cock in hand, stroking up and down a few times, and a bead of pre-come bubbles at the tip. Running the pad of my finger over the liquid, I bring my digit to my mouth, all while Delaney watches me from the end of the bed.
Her eyes are molten with lust, biting her lip while her hands grip the pole.
Sucking my thumb into my mouth, a low moan slips free. The salty flavor coats my tongue, not bothering me, as I have tasted my own cum before.
Vampires have an insatiable appetite for sex. We like to try anything once.
The sound that I make activates arousal from her. My girl’s thighs clench, her breathing coming in harsh pants, showing her need for me.
“Wish it were you I was tasting, baby.”
“Thorin.” Her whimper carries my name.
“Come here.” I crook my finger at her.
The pull between us is strong; it is why she comes willingly, but I can feel some anger and regret still lingering. I need to abolish that shit, so we can move on.
She steps to me, stopping at the side of the bed. Her lip is still between her teeth, her eyes locked on my cock in hand.
My shirt hangs on her body, the material teasing me with little glimpses of her tits.
She looks fucking sexy and lickable. I want to devour her, then go back for seconds and thirds. Looking at me with desire in her eyes makes my cock twitch in my hand, and her eyes widen at the subtle movement.
Seeing her standing in my room, looking strong, sexy, and ready to take me on, makes me want her more. Regret sets in that I wasted so much fucking time.
“You want it; come and get it,” I grunt, tightening my fist around my cock.
“We need to talk first.” Her eyes flash to mine in determination.
“Then, baby, take a seat on your throne so we can talk.” I spread my arms, inviting her back onto my lap.
Pushing my jeans down my legs, then kicking them off, my T-shirt goes next.
“Fuck,” Delaney mutters, making me grin.
“Up.” I pat my thighs. “Lose the shirt.”
The bond pulls as she thinks it over. Tired of fucking waiting, I reach for her. She lets out a little cry when I pull her into my body, her legs straddling my thighs. Her pussy sits on my cock.
“Holy fuck, you are hot and wet.” My hands grip her thighs, her skin warm to the touch.
Her hands go to my shoulders, warm against my cool skin, her nails flexing against my bare flesh. The bite of pain zaps my dick, my own fingers flexing.
Needing her now, I slide my hands from her hips, over the flat of her stomach, admiring her pale skin. My thumb brushes over a freckle that sits to the side of her belly button.
I want to tongue that little freckle, make her squirm under me.
My hands move up, over her torso, stopping just under the swell of her breasts. Her back arches when my thumbs brush over each delicious looking globe.
“Need these in my mouth.”
“Yes,” she pants, giving me the green light.
Leaning in, I take one tight bud into my mouth, sinking my teeth into it. My fangs drop, piercing the skin. Delaney cries out, her hands gripping the base of my skull like a lifeline.
Blood drips onto my bottom lip, and a frenzy erupts inside of me.
I bite harder, and Delaney goes crazy on my lap. Grinding her hot pussy down hard on my cock.
Her blood floods my mouth; it is like nothing I have ever tasted before. Heat trails through my body as I feed.
Pulling back, I look at her, taking in her head thrown back in ecstasy. Her eyes closed, lips parted as she whimpers my name.
“You are fucking mine, Delaney.” My declaration makes her snap her gaze to me.
Licking my lips, I make a show of how much I enjoyed her blood on me. Her eyes widen, then lower to a seductive look as she moves closer, bringing her mouth closer to mine.
Shocking the fucking hair off my balls, my girl licks my lips, tasting her blood on me.
An explosion of desire and ecstasy goes off inside of my head.
“Fuck,” I growl. “I need to see you come.”
Not waiting for her to say anything; like this is too fucking fast, or we need to talk, I slip my hand between us, my fingers finding her throbbing little clit, and I stroke it.
Her hips buck, her eyes widening as she cries out my name.
“Thorin,” she mewls. “Yes. More.”
Moving lower, I slip two fingers into her hot cunt. Juices coat my digits, as she rides them. Bucking and rocking. My name is a plea on her lips.
Pumping in and out of her pussy, I bite her nipple again. Blood pools at the skin then slowly drips down, marking her delicious skin.
Lapping at the crimson liquid, my cock pulses between us.
“Grip my cock, baby. Make me come with you.”
Her gaze meets mine, dark and greedy. Licking her lips, her hands move to do as I told her, gripping my thick shaft, and dragging a deep growl from me.
Her hands feel beyond good on me, something that I will never get tired of.
“Good girl. Make me come, Delaney.”
We stare at each other while getting each other off.
Blood still drips down her body from her nipple, but I want—no, need more of her. Without breaking the connection, I reach for my new dagger that a fellow Kings’ brother made for me, the one that was designed with my girl in mind.
“You trust me?” My voice is firm as I thrust my fingers in deeper, making her gasp.
“Y-yes.”
“Good girl.” She eyes the dagger but does not run. “I want to make you bleed, baby. Do you know anything about blood play?” She nods.
Her answer makes me curious, but that is for another time.
Keeping my eyes on the tip of the blade, I drag it across her collarbone, and her breath hitches. My fingers still inside her.
“You tell me when to stop.”
Another nod, so I press harder. She gasps as I break through the top layer of skin. Blood seeps out, bubbling at the surface before traveling down her silken, pale skin, the crimson calling to me.
“Fuck, look at you, bleeding so good for me, baby.”
“More. Thorin. I need to come.” I love the sound of my name on her lips when she is panting, begging for me to make her come.
It is something I plan to hear for the rest of my life. I wait for the panic to hit, but nothing happens, so I go all in.
Leaning in to lap at her blood, letting her taste take over my senses, I only see, feel, and taste her.
“Oh God. Yes.” I grind my fingers into her, while I lick and suck at the little slice I put on her skin.
It is not enough to scar her, but enough for me to have a taste.
“Come for me, baby. Coat my fingers in your sweet, sweet cum. While my tongue laps at your blood, my soul committing you to memory.”
Her hands grip my cock harder as she jerks me off. I thrust deeper, curling my fingers to hit the magic spot. A flush of liquid gushes out of her cunt, soaking where our bodies are touching. I growl, loving that I made her squirt.
Sucking harder on the wound, she screams, riding my fingers faster while her hands move in time with me. Then we are both coming, her taking me with her when she screams my name, her climax surging through her.
No doubt the club heard her. Good, let them fucking know that I am finally claiming what has always belonged to me.