Chapter 22
Thorin
Once I set my eyes on Delaney, and I see that she is okay, my need to have her grows.
While fighting, all I could think of was her, getting back to her.
Now seeing her, all I can think about is burying my cock deep in her cunt and tasting her blood on my tongue.
Moving to her, I pick her up, her perfect ass in the palms of my hands. Her sexy legs wrap around me, her heels digging into my ass.
“Need you,” I grunt, before lunging for her.
With a nod, her eyes glassy with lust, I move us to my room at vamp speed.
Using the same explosive need for her, I strip us both, not bothering to take my time. I need her naked; my need for her is ruling all thoughts right now.
Her eyes roam over my naked body, taking in every inch, and I do the same to her.
“She hurt you.” It is not a question as she spots the cut on my leg.
“No, a gnome.” The wound is already healing; the blood is dry on the skin.
Her eyes widen at my revelation, before a smile slips across her face.
“Tell me you killed the smelly thing.”
“I did.” I nod.
“They creep me out,” is all she says before her hands trail across her thighs, over her lower belly, up over her rib cage, my eyes tracking every inch she covers.
“Like what you see?” She bites her lip.
“Always have.” I step closer, my hands pulling hers from her body, placing them on my cock.
“You need my mouth, Thorin?”
“I do. On your knees.” She smirks, dropping to the floor.
Reaching for a small pillow, I drop it next to her and she nods, knowing what I want. When her knees are off the hard floor, I focus back on getting my cock in her mouth.
“Grip my cock, baby. Then spit on it.”
Hunger flashes in her eyes, telling me what I already know. My girl likes it dirty.
Her hands wrap around my cock, and I moan at the contact. Leaning in, she flicks her tongue over the tip, before sucking it into her mouth.
“Spit,” I say through gritted teeth.
Having her hands on me makes me lose control.
She does as she is told, her saliva coating the tip of my cock.
“Work it in.” With her soft hands that have me panting with need for her, she slowly pumps up and down.
“Fuck, you feel good. Open for me, baby.”
She feeds my cock into her mouth, my teeth grinding so hard I am surprised I don’t crack any of them. Holding back from choking her with my cock is real fucking hard.
We will get there one day. She will experience everything with me.
Sliding her mouth onto me, she sucks, her tongue flat, stroking the underside of my shaft. The sensation feels out of this world. I have gotten blowjobs in the past, but none have felt like this. This feels more intimate, more intense while watching your mate with your dick in her mouth.
I grunt at the force of energy, while Delaney moans. She feels it too.
It is the bond.
I know it. She knows it.
Delaney doubles her efforts, sucking my cock to the back of her throat and swallowing. Raising a brow at her, she smiles around my thick shaft.
“No gag.” She shakes her head. “You are perfect.”
Something shudders in her eyes, but she blinks it away before I can read too much into it.
Her hands go to my thighs, one over the wound that is almost healed, as she bobs up and down on my dick. Sucking, licking, driving me crazy.
“Such a good little blood pet,” I state, and in a flash, she is off my cock, scowling at me.
"Is that how you see me? Just a stupid blood pet?” By the tone of her voice, she is angry but also hurt.
Frowning down at her, I realize my mistake. I got lost in the sensation and used words that I used to use with the club girls.
“Fuck no. You are my mate, Delaney, yet you love blood play; that is why I said it. A slip of the tongue.”
“Slip of the tongue?”
“Yes. I won’t use it again.” She huffs, my cock almost touching her bottom lip. “Now, it is not going to suck itself.” I smirk, and she rolls her eyes at me.
“Fucking prick.”
“But I am your fucking prick.” I grin.
“We’ll see.”
Before she can put her mouth on me again, her words piss me off. Reaching for her, I toss her onto the bed, ready to remind her who she belongs to.
Her tits bounce, a tempting offer for me, but I want what is between her legs.
“Spread for me. I want to see my pretty pink cunt that is greedy for me.”
“Like this?” husky and needy, she asks me.
Moving in, I lie on the bed, my mouth watering at the sight of her leaking for me.
Running my finger through her pussy, gently circling her clit, she moans my name.
“All of this from sucking my cock? You really like sucking my dick, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes.” Her neck arches.
My nail elongates, and as I drag it across the skin close to her panty line, she whimpers above me.
“Maybe I should claw my name right here. There is something about seeing my name on you, Delaney. Knowing that you are mine.”
“Then make me yours,” she mutters the words on a moan in a frustrated tone.
Her words hit me in the chest, because we both know that I have still been holding back. There is something that is fighting me from taking what is mine.
Shaking it off, I move in, licking her from back to front, before sucking her clit into my mouth. She pants and moans my name, and knowing she needs more, I press my nail down harder, breaking the skin, and then I move my mouth over, dragging my tongue across the blood that seeps there.
“Oh, Thorin. Make me come.”
Inching back, I gather more of her blood on my thumb, spreading it over her clit, before gathering more, pushing my thumb into her dripping hot pussy.
Fuck, that is hot.
Seeing her blood there, ready for me to taste, makes my cock ache for her.
Watching as her pussy flutters, her muscles moving with her arousal is something I have never experienced before.
My blood begins to frenzy, seeing her like this. The need to have her blood on my tongue, flowing down my throat as it pulses through me, hot and ready.
Dragging my fingers over my fangs, I break the skin, before sliding them into her cunt, hard and fast. She screams my name from the sudden intrusion. Her body jolts and arches, as her pussy begins to flutter and tighten around my fingers.
“Fucking come for me, Delaney. I need my cock inside you, but you need to come first, baby.”
Right at the sweet spot, I sink my fangs into her thigh, right over a scar that was left by those fucks who took her.
“Oh fuck.” She drags out the word as she comes.
Her blood is like the nectar of the gods on my tongue; nothing has ever tasted so fucking good. I pull more into my mouth as her cunt pulls my fingers deep.
“More,” she begs.
Releasing her thigh, and pulling my fingers back, I climb up her body, while she gasps for air, shaking from her orgasm.
With her eyes glassed over, focused on me, her chest heaving with every breath, I slip my fingers coated with our blood and her arousal into her mouth as I ram my cock into her still pulsing cunt.
“Yes,” she cries out.
Knowing that my blood is deep in her pussy, my cock thickens more, my balls aching like never before. Pounding into her, I fuck her hard and fast.
I fasten my mouth to her throat, tasting her sweat, and I can’t stop the moan that slips free, or the harsh thrust into her pussy. A sharp gasp leaves her, making me smile against her skin.
Her hips jerk, meeting me hard, thrust for hard thrust. Her clit rubs against me, and the friction must feel good, as she moans louder every time.
Having her pressed against me feels so damn good, I want to be this close to her all the fucking time.
“I am close,” she pants.
I fuck into Delaney without restraint. This savage need between us is something neither one of us can control. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and her legs squeeze my hips, her hot pussy pulsing as her orgasm takes over.
I stare down at her, her eyes wide, watching me.
Something passes between us, and my fangs ache and descend, but I hold off.
I see the flicker the moment she realizes that I am not going to claim her.
My hips falter, seeing hurt and disappointment flash in her eyes.
In an instant, her climax dies, fades, and her body sags.
Fuck.
The moment turns icy; her legs fall away from me, and her arms drop from my shoulders. We keep watching each other, no words passing between us, just her harsh breathing.
Holding myself up over her, keeping her locked in time to me, I go to speak but no words come out. Why is it so fucking hard to tell her my reasons?
Shaking her head, she nudges me gently to move off her. I hesitate for a second, then sigh, rolling off her.
My cock is still hard since I did not come, but the mood is gone.
I am losing her, and again, it is my own fucking fault.
I lie there watching Delaney move around my room, slipping into the bathroom. Water runs; she is taking a shower. Washing me from her body.
Fuck, why does that thought hurt?
Pulling myself up to a sitting position, I wait for her to come out.
Rubbing my hands over my scalp in frustration, I know that I have to tell her; I have to let her know why I did what I did. This needs to be cleared up before we can move on.
Seeing Camo claim Skyla was a huge thing for the club, and I know some of the brothers cannot fucking wait to claim their woman, but I need to make sure that we are both ready for that final step. I know I am still fighting my past demons, but I need to know where her head is at.
The door opens, and she steps out, freshly showered and wrapped in a towel while drying her hair with another.
“Couldn’t to wait to wash me off you?” I snark.
Her hard stare meets mine and I sigh. Fucking shut up, Thorin.
Shaking her head, she drops the towel, torturing me more, while she slips into clothes she has pulled from her suitcase.
“No point having your scent on me for bragging rights, if it means nothing, Thorin.” Her voice is cold and I hate it.
“You know it means something.”
“Does it?” she replies, not looking at me, and it angers me.
The fact that she won’t even meet my eyes pisses me off. Respect is a two-way street, and if we’re going to hash things out, she needs to look at me while we talk. Ignoring me like this just makes the anger burn hotter in my chest.
“Fucking look at me, Del.”
Sighing in defiance, she looks at me, her shirt in hand. She stands before me in just a bra and jeans, looking hotter than hell. Her hair is wet and wild, adding to her sexy level.
“You know that we are starting something, here, baby. Something that should have started a long time ago.”
“And whose fault is that?” she smarts off.
“Mine mostly, but there is always death to a story, Delaney. Mine is over three hundred years deep, baby. A journey that most never go on.”
“So tell me. Make me see what the hell is stopping you from making me yours completely, because right now, Thorin, I feel used and not good enough. You talk the good talk, make the right moves, but it all means nothing if I do not get all of you.” Her voice breaks.
In a flash I am at the foot of the bed, pulling her to me by the hips.
“I will tell you.” I rest my head on her stomach. “Come back to bed.”
She doesn’t move right away; she watches me, seeing if I am genuinely going to tell her.
“I promise I will tell you everything.”
“Fine,” she huffs, removing her jeans.
I reach for her, but she dodges my hold and slips into the bed. Pulling the bedding up to her waist, she’s looking at me with folded arms, a protection barrier against me.
“I was thirty-one when I was turned. Her name was Ophelia, and she was a part of a traveling convoy.
I was born and raised in Moscow, Russia.
From what I learned, she was collecting men from different countries.
All the men in her convoy were men she had sired and brought with her everywhere.
She had money, and obviously vampire powers to persuade people to do what she asked. Believe me, there were many.
“I thought I was in love with her; I was completely enamored. She gave me attention. My family was poor, so when she offered certain things, I jumped at the chance. She wooed me, and then one night made me drink her blood, and then killed me.” I sigh.
“She killed you when you had her blood in your system?” I nod.
“Yes. A new vampire must feed within twenty-four hours after coming back or they die permanently.”
“Fuck,” she mutters, looking out the window, lost in thought.
I really fucking hope the next part does not push her away.