Chapter 16
Thorin
As my blood pumps the poison around my body, the woman about to sit between my legs has my cock pulsing with the need to be buried inside of her.
Even in my sluggish state, she has me turned on. It is the mating bond that is calling through the toxic shit that is inside me.
My gaze tracks her every move as she crawls up the bed, looking like the temptress that she is. Her lust-filled eyes are fixed on me as she moves on her hands and knees, her perfect tits trapped in her bra, but the weight has them looking delicious.
If I was not close to losing consciousness, I would pull them into my mouth and savor them.
Her body moves like it was made to tempt me, and fuck, I am here for that.
Moving into position, her lace-covered ass presses against my hard-on, dragging a hiss from me. She looks over her shoulder, giving me a coy look before turning to face forward.
Raising my hand up, I sweep her hair off her neck, my gut knotting in pain and an emotion I am not familiar with.
Anxiety.
For fuck’s sake, I am an alpha vampire. A strong ass motherfucker who is feared, yet feeding from my woman has my gut all tied up.
When my fingertips graze her skin, she shivers. An intake of breath makes me smile. The fragrance from her hair wafts up my nose, making me groan, the scent invading me, trying to make me lose control, but I know that I cannot.
I can see and hear her heart beating fast in her chest, but I only smell arousal and no fear, which helps. I love that I can hear her heartbeat; it means that she is alive and well. The idea of her heart stopping makes me sick to my stomach; I want my girl to have a long, healthy life.
“I will only take enough to fight off this poison,” I inform her.
“No, take everything you need to get strong again.”
“Fuck, baby.”
“Do it, baby.” Her voice is steady, yet low, husky even.
Dipping my head, my lips brush against her skin. My hand slips around her throat, gripping gently.
“Tighter,” she moans.
“Fucking perfect,” I croon before licking the skin where I intend to sink my fangs into.
Her body is vibrating with need. Her hands grip my bare thighs as she rocks her lower half, rubbing herself against my cock. I need to do this to save my life, but also to show her what she means to me.
I need her to know that she is strong enough for me, and that I do not think so low of her, like she believes. This one act will correct that.
I snarl, sinking my teeth into her neck.
She lets out a soft sharp gasp, the sound going straight to my dick.
Her blood seeps into my mouth, fueling the pure need that I have for her. She gasps when I pull harder, then I lower one arm just below her breast, holding her to me. My hand on her throat tightens, making her body jolt as I suck harder.
More of her blood feeds me.
Pure intoxicating energy courses through me. Her blood is making me stronger, allowing me to fight the poison in my system. I feel the effects of the poison fading, so I slow my feeding.
“Thorin,” she pants.
Opening my eyes, I look down her body, seeing that one of her hands has slipped between us and into her panties, and she is rubbing her clit.
Fuck, she is getting off on me feeding from her.
Knowing that I have had enough, my strength coming back, and then some, I pull back, looking down at the two puncture marks I have left on her skin.
I wait for the guilt or panic to hit me, but it doesn’t— something else entirely hits me.
Possessiveness.
Obsession.
Protectiveness.
She is mine.
Something slams into place, and my cock craves her.
“My girl likes me feeding on her while she rubs her pretty pussy,” I state, and she nods.
Slipping my hand down her body, I pull down the material of her bra, tugging on her tight nipples.
“Oh God,” she whimpers softly, but I feel the depth of her arousal.
“I can smell you, baby. You wanted to come while I was feeding on your delicious blood.” I get another nod. “You taste so fucking good on my tongue, Delaney, and I bet you taste good everywhere.”
She keeps rubbing, her breathing rapid. Toying with her tits, she arches off the bed, her cries and whimpers making my cock leak.
“Come, baby. I want my turn,” I say close to her ear.
Like my voice is a detonator, she comes. My name is on her lips, as I watch her body go rigid, while her climax slams into her. She pants, writhing between my legs, adding fuel to the abundance of need I have for her.
Using my newly returned strength, I tug her body up over mine, settling her legs on either side of my hips, the lace of her panties rubbing against my hard cock.
“These have to go. I need to be inside you,” I growl, ripping the simple material from her body.
Her pupils are blown; she is locked and ready to fuck. My girl is as horny as I am, even after coming just seconds ago.
“Yes.” Her gaze is locked on my mouth, where I know some of her blood coats my lips.
With her hands on my shoulders, she leans in, licking my lips. I growl into her mouth, kissing her before she can pull back, and I can taste her sweet essence. My hands grip her hips, rocking her wet cunt over my dick that is trapped between us.
“I never knew it could be like this; I had hoped, but this is everything.” Her words hit me in the chest, my fingers flexing into her flesh.
I wasted so much fucking time when I could have been having her just like this from the beginning.
Her gaze meets mine, her blood doing things to my body I never expected. Sure, I have heard things over the years about feeding from your mate, but this blows all of those stories out of the water.
The side of her mouth kicks up, her hands moving down my bare chest, her pointed nails dragging across my skin. It is like my skin is alive; every touch from her is heightened.
It is like nothing I have felt before.
“I need you to fuck me, Thorin.”
“You need my cock, baby? That orgasm not enough for you?” Shaking her head, she licks her lips, collecting a smudge of her blood from her bottom lip.
Fuck.
“I need more. I want you to feed from me while your cock is deep in my pussy.” She leans in, her lips brushing against my ear. “I will rock your world, baby.”
A growl erupts from me, my fangs descend again, and my hands grip her harder.
I flip us, and instead of her crying out in fear, my woman giggles.
“Fuck me.” Her voice is soft, husky, full of seduction, and who the fuck am I to refuse her?
With my body between her thighs, I smirk. She gives me a challenging look, like I am not man enough to take what I want.
Taking my cock in hand, I rub the head against her sensitive clit, making her gasp, and her eyes flutter closed.
“You want this inside you?”
“Yes. I deserve it, don’t you think?” she sasses, making me chuckle.
“You think?” I challenge, seeing that my girl likes to challenge me.
“Do not tease me, Thorin Blackwood. Give me what is rightfully mine,” she whines; it is fucking cute.
I know that I cannot hold back any longer. Her scent is driving me crazy, and the closeness of her is sending my blood into a frenzy.
Lining my cock up at her pussy, I slip inside.
Holy fucking shit, she feels amazing. Slick, wet, and fucking hot. Our bond strengthens but does not complete.
Neither of us looks away from each other, the moment more intense than I have ever felt, or thought it could be like. Her eyes flutter again, and her chest heaves, while I push all of my hard length into her.
“Oh, that feels good,” she moans. “Dreamed of this.” Her voice is breathy.
I watch her as she takes me. Her eyes are open, fixing on me while I move slowly, giving her time to adjust to my thickness.
In and out. In and out, dragging out the sensation we are creating.
“Fuck, you feel good.” I grit my teeth, holding back when I want to slam into her over and over again, sinking my cock deep inside of her, while my fangs pierce her skin.
“You need to move.” Her thighs grip my hips, her heels digging into my ass.
Grinning, I let my control snap. Withdrawing almost all of the way out, I slam back in with such force, the bed shakes. The headboard bangs against the wall.
Fuck who hears us; they know that she is mine.
“Harder. Thorin, please,” she whimpers.
I lower my body, lining up along hers, her tits pressed against my chest. My arms bracket her in, my lips pressing to hers. My cold skin against her heated one makes her hiss, and I bite back a smile.
She moans, heady and crazed, as I fuck her hard. My girl begs me for more, so I give her more. We are riding the edge; all I want to do is fall into the darkness with her.
Her eyes connect with mine again, and her lips part, my name a whimper. I grind down, my pelvis pressing against her clit with each thrust. She meets me thrust for thrust, as I slam into her like a crazed man.
Her nails dig deeper, and I hiss at the slight pain. That makes her grin as I press forward harder, filling her completely.
“You like a little darkness, huh, baby?” She nods, arching her neck at me, inviting me to bite, to feed off her.
“Bleed me.”
A growl rips from me at the same time as my fangs sink into her skin without a second thought.
“Oh,” she moans low in her throat.
I can feel her heartbeat through the vein in her neck; her heart is one in a million, and it needs to keep beating for as long as possible.
Her blood flows into my mouth, but I am in better control than I was when I was feeding to clear the poison. Now I am doing it for pleasure.
“I am going to come,” she cries out as her pussy tightens around my cock, sucking me in deeper.
I pull back, licking across her neck, before looking at her to see her face while she comes on my cock. I keep fucking her but work my hips at a slower pace, drawing out her orgasm as she milks me.
“Come, Thorin. I want it,” she pants.
I do just that; with one last hard thrust, I bury myself as far as I can go and come. Filling her with my empty seed. I learned many fucking moons ago that I cannot get any human or supernatural pregnant.
My girl is panting beneath me, and I smile down at her. I like seeing her with a lazy smile on her face, her cheeks flushed pink.
“That was worth the wait.” I chuckle, my gaze drifting to the puncture marks on her neck. Leaning in, I kiss them, licking and sealing them so they heal.
The contact makes her stiffen briefly, then she relaxes, her gaze touching mine.
“Sorry,” she mutters, looking away, the dreamy look gone from her face.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. I fucked up, not you.” I kiss her gently.
Another thing that I do not fucking do with anyone. I may have fucked and fed, but kissing was always for my mate.
“I like you kissing me.” I kiss her again, before pulling out.
When I lie next to her, she gasps, looking down her body.
“We didn’t use a condom.” Pulling her body to me, I hook her thigh over mine.
“Baby, I cannot get you pregnant.”
“You can’t?” I’m shaking my head.
“No. I am the undead, remember?” I grin, kissing the top of her head.
“Oh, okay.”
“You don’t sound too mad about that,” I comment.
“Kids have never been on my radar. They seem very restrictive.” I can sense the truth in her words, and I relax more.
It would have killed me not being able to give her a family if she wanted one.
“Sleep, Thorin.” Her hand brushes over my thigh where the stab wound was, finding healed skin. “You had poison in your system not long ago.”
Pulling her tighter to me, I hold her—again, something I never do. I may have fucked up a lot with her but fuck me, she is still having a lot of my firsts.
Her breathing evens out, telling me she has fallen asleep. After everything I have done to her, she trusts me enough to fall asleep next to me.
This is a huge adjustment, but seeing what she has gone through, knowing how fucking tough she is, I know that there is no turning back now.
Delaney is mine and I am never letting her go.