Chapter 18
Thorin
My cock throbs in my jeans as I watch my girl dance with Skyla across the room.
They are laughing, grinding on each other, and my cock is painfully hard.
“Fuck, I need to fuck my woman,” Camo grunts next to me.
“Same, brother. Same.” I adjust my dick in my jeans.
Delaney looks at me over her shoulder, biting her lip, and that fucking does it.
I am on my feet in a flash, using my vampire speed to reach her, making her gasp at the sudden closeness.
Smirking down at her, my hands finding her waist, I pull her to me, her tits smashing against my chest.
“I need you, baby.”
Her eyes lower, and her teeth sink into her bottom lip. I growl, my thumb dragging the flesh free.
“Only I get to bite that lip, baby.”
“Really?” she whispers.
“Yeah.” I reach for her, tossing her over my shoulder, making her giggle.
Slapping her ass, I leave everyone behind, heading to my room to spend the night pleasuring my woman.
Entering my room, I lower my woman to her feet, her body sliding along mine, making sure that she feels what she does to me. Reaching behind me, I lock the door.
“I want you on that bed, naked and on your back, legs spread wide for me and your hands on the headboard.”
With zero hesitation, my woman strips off her clothes, my gaze taking in every inch she reveals to me.
Removing my cut, I hang it on the hook on the door. Reaching for the neck of my T-shirt, I pull it over my head, liking how my girl’s eyes zone in on my biceps. Smirking, I drop the shirt onto the floor before reaching for my belt.
Once my jeans are undone, I kick off my boots, removing my socks, then refocus on my girl as she slips her thong over her hips, dropping the scrap of material to the floor.
“Fuck, you are beautiful, Delaney.” It is my turn to bite my lip, tilting my head to take all of her in.
“You are pretty hot yourself, handsome.”
“Bed, now. I need to taste you.”
With a sultry smile on her face, she moves to the bed, her hips swaying with each short step. I watch as she settles on the bed, in the position I instructed.
She is more beautiful than anything I have seen, and believe me, I have seen a Siren or two in my time.
Her body has an athletic build with curves in all the right places.
With her eyes on me, I walk over to the black dresser and open the top drawer with the key I keep in a trinket box on top.
Collecting my blades that I bought new when I stopped fucking around with all other women, I hold them up.
“These are new,” I inform her as I twist one blade against the pad of my thumb.
She nods, but eyes me with heat in her eyes.
Resting my knee on the bed, I lean over her, one hand resting on the bed beside her shoulder. Keeping my gaze on her, I slowly drag the tip of my blade over her skin, starting at her jaw.
Her intake of breath makes me grin, liking how into this she is.
Blood play is not for everyone, and yes, as I am a vampire, it will be seen as the normal thing to do. Doing this with Delaney feels different; it feels more intense.
Being mated makes everything feel deeper, more connected.
You not only go through your own emotions, but you feel your fated also.
“Thorin,” she whimpers.
“You know blood play?” I feel her nod. “Have you done it before?”
Her eyes widen a fraction, making me pause and look up at her.
“Only what I went through, but they fed from me; I never fed from them.” Her voice is low, hesitant.
Gone is the feisty woman ready to please me.
Anger rolls through me, but it is not aimed at her.
“What happened to you was not blood play. That was fucking rape.” I move closer, so we are almost nose to nose. “What we have is so much more. I see the darkness in you, baby, but it is a good darkness that matches my own. I was just too stupid to see it.”
“Show me.”
“I will show you how good it can be. You want to stop, you say red; tell me you understand.”
“I understand.”
“Good girl,” I praise her, flicking the tip of the blade across her skin, making her gasp and moan at the same time.
Blood beads at the little cut I gave her. My need for her skyrockets at the scent of her sweet, sweet blood. Lowering my head, I smooth my tongue over the crimson droplets.
She sets off a frenzy in me, and my fangs slip down. I need more of her, so I suck, withdrawing more blood from her.
Her hands cup the back of my head, keeping me attached to her.
“Oh God, that feels good.”
Pulling away, I move down her body, intent on doing what I told her I would. Reaching between her legs, I see her glistening pink pussy, ripe for the eating and oh, fuck, do I plan on eating.
Lying on my stomach, I spread her thighs wider. The scent of her arousal hits my senses, and my cock throbs. Not wanting to wait any longer to have her pussy juices on my tongue, I dive in.
Swiping my tongue over her cunt, I drag her juices up to her clit.
“Oh God. Yes,” she groans deep in her throat.
Her fists clench at the sheets, and her thighs try to close, but I hold her open as I feast on her. She tastes so fucking good, something I will never get tired of.
There. Right, there,” she cries out.
I feel her clit coil tightly as she comes on my tongue. Keeping my tongue lashing at her, I draw out every ounce of her climax until her body sags into the bed.
Smiling up her body, I nip the inside of her thigh, making her yelp.
“Again?”
“I can’t. I have never come twice in one night before,” she pants, looking down her body at me.
“You have never been with me before.”
She goes to say something but thinks better of it. I know she was going to smart off about it being my fault, but I am glad that she did not drag that shit up considering the position we are in right now.
“You will come again while I taste that delicious blood of yours, baby.”
Using the handle of my blade, I circle her pussy, and she moans my name. It is like music to my ears. Pushing in further, I fuck her slowly with the handle, her glossy juices covering the leather. Seeing how turned on she is, makes my cock and balls ache.
Needing to push her more, I drop my fangs, nipping at her inner thigh again, breaking the skin.
Her back arches off the bed, a deep throaty moan leaving her mouth.
I fixate on the blood leaving her body, sliding down her creamy thigh. Licking my lips, I move in, placing my lips over the cut, savoring her. She lets out a gasp at the first pull of sweet blood. Her body is writhing softly now, savoring the intoxicating moment between us.
“Oh yes.” She sighs. “Thorin.”
I swallow her blood down my throat, driving my need for her. Speeding up the thrusts of my blade, she cries out and whimpers, her climax close. Her thighs tighten, her nails now scratching at the back of my skull, as I lick over the small cut one last time before moving to her clit.
Latching on, she screams my name.
“THORIN!”
I savor every sound that comes from her. Every shiver, every ounce of emotion that she is willing to offer me.
Her body goes slack, sinking into the bed. I take my chance to move up so I can kiss her. My tongue delves into her mouth, and her hands grip the base of my skull, keeping our mouths fused together.
“My turn,” she mutters, and fuck me. It is like everything I have wished for comes crashing into me. “I want to ride you while taking your blood into my body.”
She is perfect.
She can taste my blood; it will not turn her. She has to die with my blood in her system. I found out the hard way about that shit. Safe to say that that fucker was turned to dust.
I stare at her, noticing her skin is flushed and damp from her climax and her need for me.
Seeing her like this—taking what I give her and ready for me—makes me realize there’s something different about her. Delaney has always had this vibe about her that has you thinking she is one tough woman, but also that she has a touch of vulnerability to her.
I just wish I had taken the time to see it sooner. It took her leaving my life for me to realize how badly I fucked up. Climbing off her, I fall onto my back and tilt my head to the side, loving her eyes on me. Biting her lip, her gaze sweeps down my body. I am fit; I know that.
When you are turned, you stay as you were in life forever. You die, so no more getting old, no more hair and nail growth. I fucking hate seeing young vampires, teenagers, it means that their life was taken from them, because your body does not age, but your mind does.
Movement brings me back into the room. Focusing on Delaney, she moves, throwing her naked leg over my hips. Her hot dripping pussy hovers over my cock nestled between us.
“You want my cock inside you, baby?” She nods.
Her black hair is covering her chest, the tips just touching her nipples. Reaching up, I brush the strands away, tweaking the two peaks, which makes her gasp.
Watching her above me, seeing just how strong and beautiful she is… it makes the regret and guilt slam into my chest. I may lack emotions where most are concerned, but not her.
“For years, I held off wanting you. That was my first mistake.” I cup her tits in my hands, rubbing my thumbs over each nipple.
“Not seeing you every day helped clear this fog I was in; it made me see that without you here, I felt empty, even though deep down I know I was hurting you on purpose. It is so fucking hard to explain.”
“You know you hurt me. Beyond words, Thorin. But like you told Skyla, we will not move forward if we keep bringing it up. Unless this is just you fucking me out of your system.” Her body tenses at her own words.
“This is not a one-time thing, baby. I just kissed you in front of the club. I claimed you.”
“You kissed every club girl,” she replies, her nail digging into my chest, making me hiss.
“Did I, though?” I smirk, making her eyes widen.
She looks at me, her eyes bouncing between mine like she is thinking back, replaying moments in her mind. All I can do is wait and see what she works out in her head. Not once have I ever kissed another woman.