Chapter Eleven
Eleven
Blake
Marlon glared at me, obviously not happy, but this time I wasn’t afraid.
The bond, or whatever it was, pulled me to him.
“You still look like shit,” I said before kissing him.
He was right when he said this was a mistake.
He was more animal than human. But none of that mattered. “Do you need more blood?”
“No,” he said, and when our eyes met his were full of the same want and need I knew he’d see in mine.
“There’s only one thing I need,” he whispered, and his Irish accent bled into his words. My breath sped up as I waited for him to either say more or fuck me. But he was in no hurry for either. “Your blood heals me as we speak. Soon I’ll be as I was before I was buried.”
“Really? Are you sure you don’t need more?” It was strange. I heard myself offer him my blood without thinking of what would happen to me and I was helpless to stop myself. All that mattered was he survived.
“I know the power of the bond, but you have to fight the urge to give me all you have. I could easily kill you, Blake,” he said, and his hand gently brushed against my neck.
“I wasn’t lying when I said I can feel the bond.
But I want to help you. You’ve suffered long enough.
” The skin of his face seemed to fill in and gain some color as he lost some of his ghastly appearance.
He was healing, and I tried to control how much I wanted him, but it was a fight I wasn’t strong enough to win.
“You could be tied to me for eternity. While I lived you would eventually die, and you’d never have had the chance at a real life. Why would you so willingly throw away your existence?” he asked, and instead of heat or anger, now his eyes filled with sadness.
“We’re meant to be, and my life doesn’t have to end,” I said and tried to snuggle in closer, but he pushed me back.
“I won’t change you.”
“I know, but I’m young, and I still have a lot of years left. As long as you’re willing to put up with me, I want us to be together. There’s nothing I want more.”
“You feel this way now, but a human mind can change. Even with the bond. It would tell you to stay and if your heart wanted you to leave, you wouldn’t be able to.
I’m afraid I wouldn’t be strong enough to make you.
I feel the pull to you. No matter how much I hate it, I feel it.
But I won’t be guilty of taking your life. ”
I drifted closer to him. He was on edge.
His hands clenched and unclenched as his lip curled, showing his fangs.
My fingers glided down his arm and unclenched his hand while I pressed my lips lightly against his.
“I want you. It might be the bond, or maybe it’s just me and you.
Whatever it is, I don’t care. I want you.
” My other hand went to his hair. It was all over the place, and longer than it was in the visions, but it was clean, and he looked so much better than he had when we arrived here.
He pulled back enough to meet my eyes before wrapping his arms around me and kissing me deeply.
In an instant we were on my bed, and he ground down on me.
Both of us were hard and the only thought on my mind was more.
I wanted to feel him. My fingers clawed at his back as his slow grinding on me continued, but it wasn’t enough.
“Are you sure, Blake? I need to know you understand exactly what you’re doing,” Marlon said, his eyes full of both resolve and pain.
“I’m sure.” I’d said it so many times and the more I said it, the more I knew it was true. There was something about the two of us that made sense, and nothing was going to keep us apart. Not even Marlon.
He paused a moment before kissing me again.
“I really hope you mean that.” He pulled my shirt over my head and ran his hands over my chest. “You’re so beautiful.
” His movements were slow and careful, savoring every sensation, the exact opposite of how fast he’d moved us to my room.
Which made me squirm with impatience. “Shhh,” he whispered before his hands went to my belt and, after unbuckling it and undoing my pants, he slid them down.
I kicked my shoes off, making him laugh, but then in a flash his face was in my groin, and he breathed me in with a groan.
“Fuck, Marlon.” I squirmed around even more, unable to control how badly I needed him.
Before I could say another word, he’d pulled my boxers off and pushed my legs up to my chest. Then he was licking my ass as I gripped the sheets so tight I worried I’d shred them.
His hands on my legs didn’t allow me to move at all.
I was at his mercy, and he was doing with me whatever the fuck he wanted.
And apparently, what he wanted was to make me lose my mind.
He gripped my cock and gave a few strokes that were not nearly enough and continued to bury his tongue in my ass.
I was already so close, and if he didn’t stop, it would all be over.
Not that I’d mind, but I really wanted him to fuck me.
As soon as I thought about it, he stopped. “Not yet,” he growled.
After spitting on his hard cock and a couple of strokes, he lined himself up. “Do it,” I begged. He shoved himself into me, not waiting for me to adjust, making me cry out and want more all at the same time. Once he was in, he slowly pulsed in and out of me, going deeper with each stroke.
“I’ve wanted you from the first time I tasted your blood, even though I didn’t want to admit it. I wish I was stronger, but you make me weak. From now on, you will only want me, and I will only want you. You’ll have my heart and every part of me. You are mine,” he whispered.
My back arched as I fought for the control I’d lost as soon as he touched me. “You are mine,” I yelled as I came, unable to hold back. His fangs sank into the space between my neck and shoulder as he followed and my orgasm washed through us both in waves that went on and on.
“I will always be yours,” he murmured and collapsed on the bed next to me while we both panted. Reaching for his hand, I wove our fingers together and held it against my chest. He gasped before pressing his ear over my heart. “Oh, it’s been so long.”
“What is it?” I whispered and stroked his hair.
“Your heart. I missed the sound of a beating heart.” He took a deep breath and relaxed onto me, and for the life of me, I couldn’t think of a time when I’d felt so much contentment
“I don’t understand how you could be alive but have no heartbeat,” I said, and he leaned up enough to take my hand and press it to his chest.
“Listen for yourself,” he said.
Leaning against him, I listened and listened some more. But there was no familiar thrum of life echoing through his chest. Yet here he was, as vital and alive as me. “You’re amazing,” I whispered before kissing him.
“Make me a promise.”
“Anything.”
“Never forget what I am. The bond we have is strong. But I’m a monster, and if I choose, I could drink you dry before snapping your neck. You can never let your guard down with me.” He brushed his thumb gently across my cheek, softening the blow of his words. But it didn’t matter.
“I’m yours to do with as you choose. I trust you.”
“Don’t,” he whispered. For a moment, we locked eyes and both tried to send a silent message to the other but even if it worked at times, it wasn’t working now.
I wanted him to know that on some strange level, I knew he couldn’t kill me.
No matter how many times he insisted he could.
It was part of the bond, and he wasn’t capable of breaking it.
I also knew he was everything to me, and I’d die protecting him if I needed to.
Just imagining betraying him in any way made me flinch. “What is it?”
“Let’s shower,” I said, not ready to admit I knew my ancestor was not his mate. If he had been, he couldn’t have betrayed Marlon, and I’d spend my last breath showing him how strong our bond was.