Chapter 27 #2
I suck his cock hard, my hand rubbing at the parts of him I can’t fit in my mouth.
His hips moved involuntarily trying to thrust into my mouth, so I move faster, knowing he needs release just as much as I do.
He groans loudly before I feel his seed spill into my mouth, just as intoxicating as he tastes.
I swallow him down only to be ripped up to him, his lips slamming into mine, hungrily.
I pin his arms above his head, just loving the feel of his cool skin against mine.
I suck on my mark he wears, loving the way he instantly reacts to my tongue running over it.
Flipping him over, I pull his hips to me.
Grabbing his hair, I pull his head back, and he grabs hold of the headboard.
“I’m gonna fuck you now.” My voice is ragged, his answer just a breathing groan making me smirk as I ram into him.
His body stilling before pushing back against me.
I haven’t felt this satisfied since before she left, and that thought alone makes me drive into him harder than intended, yet he never complains.
He knows how I feel. I could feel him through the bond always pulling against me, trying to gauge my emotions, feel his thoughts swirling around in mine.
When I’m on the verge of exploding, I grip his hair, forcing his head back and ramming my tongue in his mouth. I groan before stilling, my seed spilling into him. Both of us breathless, I kiss his shoulder as I pull out and slump on the bed.
Theo hovers above me, a smile lighting up his face for the first time in months.
I place my hand on his cheek. His stubble feels scratchy as his face pushes into my hand.
Sitting up on my elbow, I run my hand over his thigh where he sits next to me.
The familiar sparks make me feel alive for the first time in ages.
What I would do to feel her soft skin. Theo knowing how I feel stands.
“I will keep looking. Get some rest, Tobias,” he says. I yawn but shake my head.
“Not until you feed,” I tell him.
“I did already,” he admits, yet I know he wants mine or Imogen’s blood. He is sick of feeding from strangers and his appetite has been huge lately. More than I can actually handle. Even though I know the man in reception is dead, I know he needs more blood, and craves it.
“Not until you feed,” I say again, turning my neck for him. He moves closer and runs his fingers lightly over the skin of my neck. I grab his hand, pulling him down.
I also need him to feed off me, needing him to need me and not just her, just like he needs me to need him. It’s the only way to survive making sure we are still in one piece for when we get her back.
I feel his fangs sink into my neck; I groan, loving the endorphins running in my bloodstream, loving the feel of his tongue lapping at my skin.
He doesn’t feed for long, but when he finishes, he doesn’t have the same hunger that has been burning in his eyes for weeks.
He has just finished getting dressed, and I have just laid down when the phone rings, making both of us jump.
I answer quickly, not even checking the caller ID, only to be disappointed when my father’s voice comes through the speaker.
“I am going to the council. Alaric has information, apparently that bitch ex of yours may know where they are.” I jump to my feet, my father going there in his anger is not a good idea. If he snaps and hurts that bitch Alaric, things will end badly.
“Father, wait,” Theo says, snatching the phone from my hand.
“It’s too late, son, I’m already here. I will let you know anything I find out. Don’t worry about me. We need answers. I intend to make sure we get them. We need our girls back.”
For months we have been hiding at Claire’s cabin in the woods.
Months of feeling their pain though they can’t feel mine.
Claire assured me that much. I don’t think they would cope knowing how much I want them.
I rub my hand over my swollen belly; it’s hard and round while I gaze out the window over the breathtaking scenery.
We are high in the mountains, nothing to be seen except the dense forest. It’s peaceful here, but lonely.
I crave being back in their arms, crave their touch, crave the smell of them, my entire body yearning to be with them.
What makes it worse is being able to feel them.
Feel their heartache, feel their anger, feel their need for me.
But knowing they are slowly going insane without me pulls at something deep within me. It aches deeper than I can explain.
It feels like it’s pulling on my soul, yet staring down at my growing belly, I know it’s worth it.
Caroline thinks I can have the baby any day now.
But we never talk about what will happen after.
Never talk about whether I will still be alive to see my child.
I know she fears the unknown too, fears what Tobias and Theo will do if I die.
Claire told me she can’t see my future, can’t see if I will survive the birth.
Said she can only see darkness when she tries.
Claire has been teaching me spells and how to make potions, using herbs and plants from her gardens.
But actually conjuring Magic is proving difficult.
I can kind of feel it, yet nothing happens.
I’ve scoured over my family’s grimoires so much, I now know every spell and enchantment off the top of my head.
I can’t do anything with the power I apparently possess and can’t quite seem to grasp it.
Claire seems to think I need to find my grounding place, but I know I won’t find it here. I feel more grounded with them, calm. Here I feel nothing but loneliness.
Gazing out at the mountains, I watch them slowly disappear under the clouds. A storm has been brewing all day. I can feel its vibrations and know it’s going to be a bad one. Caroline and Claire seem to think it’s because I’m feeling my inner power. I’m not so sure, not sure what to believe anymore.
All I know is I need them, like I need oxygen to breathe.
Without them, my life is hollow. I feel like I’m slowly losing myself, constantly consumed by the chatter in my mind.
Getting up from my position, I stroll down the stairs to find Caroline and Claire.
The cottage is more like a log home or a giant cubby house; I head down the creaky wooden stairs that spiral to the floor below, with an enormous fireplace sitting in the center of the house, going through both floors.
This place has its own aura, own life about it with its branches snaking in creating the roof protecting us from the elements outside these walls.
Standing on the slate floor, I feel the vibration through it as thunder crackles outside.
The wind picks up and howls loudly. I walk to the front door and peer out.
Caroline and Claire are running around trying to secure everything.
Claire throws nets over her garden beds, while Caroline moves all the outside furniture.
Stepping outside, the wind blows my hair wildly as it picks up in intensity, nearly knocking me off my feet.
Caroline, hearing my gasp as I breathe in the frosty air, looks in my direction.
“Imogen, get inside, you shouldn’t be out in this,” she yells. But by the time her voice carries over the wind, it sounds more like a soft murmur. Claire staggers over to me, grabbing my arm, pulling me inside and shutting the door.
“I’ll make some tea,” she says, trying to distract me from the storm raging and building up outside.
“Will this place hold when it hits?” I ask.
Claire glances around nervously. “It should do. I will reinforce the place by bending the trees into a canopy” she says.
“Would be handy if my element was wind,” she mutters to herself. I can tell it worries her. There have been plenty of storms while we’ve been here, but nothing has felt like the one building up outside.
I learned that Claire is an Earth witch like my mother.
By the grimoires, I’m certain my grandfather’s element was fire.
Mine is yet to be seen. There are only five elements.
Earth, Fire, Water, Wind, and Spirit. Though Spirit is rare, it has control over all four elements.
Claire and I have been working on trying to crack my talisman.
But she seems to think only strong emotion or a vehement reaction from me will break its bindings.
Being here, I feel nothing but hollow and she seems to think that is why I can’t break it.
I tug at the bracelet as it itches my wrist, my hands and feet have become so swollen and my blood pressure so high that everything is swollen and itchy.
I make my way over to the table and sit.
My back aches from the extra weight. I’ve been lucky enough not to get stretch marks, not that it will matter once the baby tears itself from me. I often wonder how bad it will hurt.
Claire thinks the baby is a girl, but I have this feeling it’s a boy.
In my dreams I see a little boy with the most beautiful green eyes, yet Tobias’s dark hair and rosy cheeks.
I have been finding one thing strange; we know this baby is a were-baby, but I have actually been craving blood, and not just human blood, any blood.
I haven’t had the guts to tell Caroline, not wanting her to worry.
But I even crave her blood, which I find weird.
Vampires crave human and Lycan blood, not their own species.
I don’t know what to think of it. So, I try to ignore it as best I can, plus the whole thought of drinking blood grosses me out.