Chapter 3 – Rorik
She won’t stop screaming.
I get it.
I kidnapped her.
She probably thinks I’m going to murder her, but I don’t end lives anymore. At least, not innocent ones.
“I don’t think you understand, Aurora,” I say. “I love it when you scream. Scream louder.”
To her credit, she does.
She doesn’t stop until we’re inside my apartment, and I’m bringing her to the living room. I toss her onto the couch, but she immediately jumps back up and tries to run around me. I grab her by the throat, stopping her before she can get past.
She makes a choking sound that has my cock twitching. Her arousal from my grip doesn’t help tamper my desire.
A part of her is enjoying this game we’re playing, but she’s too stubborn to give in. It’s a shame. We could have a lot of fun.
“Stop. Trying. To. Run. From. Me.” I bite out the words without breaking eye contact with her.
She’s taller than most women—I’d guess five foot eleven—but I’m a big and tall man myself. I tower over her. Yet my stature does nothing to scare her.
She doesn’t cower. She might even stand taller at my words.
It’s cute.
I shove her back down on the couch, and she rubs her neck, even though my grip wasn’t near as harsh as I normally like.
“Did you fight this much with the monster hunters?”
She leans back, crosses her arms, and looks away.
Great. The silent treatment.
“I’m far more dangerous than them, you know that, right?”
She shrugs, still refusing to look at me.
“Aurora,” I say with a sigh. Her head jerks back to me. “It is your name, yes?”
She shrugs again.
I’ve never had a woman have such a violent reaction to me. Even the ones I’ve kidnapped before her tend to crumble at my words, my smile, my charm. This one is not having it. I suppose I am out of practice.
“Your memories are returning. Tell me what you know about your mother.”
She narrows her eyes and clenches her jaw. Standing, she steps just inches from me, nose turned up.
“Fuck. You.”
She shoulder-checks me and walks away, down the hallway to the bedroom where I’ve been keeping her. The door slams shut, and the apartment is blanketed in silence.
Okay. That went well.
It’s been two weeks since I’ve kidnapped Aurora.
She’s refused to come out of the room. I’ve even left the door unlocked. Though, she’s locked me out from her side. I’ve tried talking to her but silence answers me in return. Or sometimes blaring music. At least she no longer screams at me.
My guilt battles with my overwhelming need to keep her. I should let her go, but my body revolts at the idea.
Plus, I still need answers.
Answers I hope are revealed in another shared dream. The problem is, I don’t need to sleep often, and the last time I did sleep was a few days ago, and I don’t remember dreaming.
I head to the living room and turn on the television, hoping the white noise will lull me to sleep. After half an hour, the door to Aurora’s bedroom opens followed by the sound of her soft footsteps down the hallway.
I sit up from my relaxed position when she appears in the living room. She’s yet to see me.
But I see her.
She’s stunning. Her red hair falls down her back in curls. She’s wearing a green silk pajama set that I bought her. It’s the perfect fit, showcasing her wonderful curves.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, standing.
She yelps, pausing her steps and inhaling a sharp breath when she looks my way—a sound only a supernatural being would have been able to hear.
Her eyes trail down my body because I’m shirtless and wearing gray sweatpants. When her heated gaze reaches the outline of my cock, she quickly looks away.
“I’m hungry.”
It’s all she says before turning her back to me and continuing into the kitchen.
I’ve kept it well-stocked for her. I’m able to eat human food, but it’s not something I need to sustain my energy.
It’s not what I truly crave. My body works much like a human’s but slower, so digesting human food takes weeks.
I don’t enjoy it either, though my stomach grumbles at the thought of eating alongside this enchanting woman right now.
Aurora opens and closes the cabinets, then goes to the fridge. She must find something appetizing because she moves items around before pulling out cheese slices, deli meat, and condiments.
After grabbing the bread from the bread box, she turns to the marble-top island and begins constructing a sandwich.
“I can make you any meal you’d like—”
“I’m not helpless,” she says.
“I know but…”
My words trail off when the scent of blood hits my nose. I stiffen, and my fangs unwillingly drop.
Aurora’s head turns my way when I growl. A feral growl.
“Are you injured, Aurora?”
Her beautiful green eyes widen, her face filling with something close to fear. Her heartbeat thuds frantically.
“No,” she says, her voice so so quiet.
I walk to the kitchen, slowly, attempting to control my burning throat.
She smells so fucking good.
She pauses her sandwich-making and holds up the knife she’s using to spread mayonnaise on the bread.
That will do nothing to me.
“You’re bleeding,” I say, closing the distance between us.
Her shaky hand holds the knife’s blade to my neck. I chuckle and when she pushes it in an inch, I take her arms and secure them behind her body. The knife clanks to the countertop.
She watches blood pool from the cut she made, then gasps as the injury immediately begins closing up.
“If you’re not injured,” I begin, leaning in and running my nose along her neck before pressing a kiss to her throbbing pulse. “Then you’re on your period.”
She whimpers.
“Do you… need help with that?”
“My sandwich?” she asks, breathless.
“Your bloody cunt.”
“Yes, actually, I need tampons… um… for heavy flow. I… I bleed a lot.”
I silently curse myself for not considering this. I stocked her bathroom with feminine products, grabbing the first box of tampons I saw. I didn't know there were different sizes. I’ll fix this tomorrow, but for now… there are other ways I can help her.
I lift her off the floor and set her on the counter.
Slowly, I lay her back.
My cock grows harder because she’s letting me.
She’s not fighting me.
“Or,” I begin, kissing up her thick thighs. I spread her legs and bury my face into her cloth-covered pussy, inhaling. “I could lick you clean.”
“No,” she says, but the word is wrapped within a moan.
I tug her pajama shorts and panties down. Aurora lifts her ass, allowing me to remove the clothes completely.
“I think we need a new word. You keep telling me no, but your body says otherwise. It’s begging me to continue.”
I find the string to her tampon and remove it. Her thighs squeeze together, likely feeling blood drip out. She lifts her head when I hold the soaked tampon up in front of me.
“Give me a safe word. You’ll use it when you want me to stop, and I will,” I say and lap up a drop of blood about to fall from the tampon.
Aurora’s face turns a deep red, but she’s not moving. She’s not attempting to jump down from the counter and run from me.
“Captive,” she says. “That’s my word.”
“Very well,” I say and tip my head back. “Would you like to use the word now?”
“No,” she whispers.
I open my mouth, lower the tampon, and wrap my lips around the cotton. I suck and suck until the blood runs dry, groaning at how wonderful she tastes.
I need more.
I move to where she lies on the counter and spread her legs open. Pausing, I wait to see if she'll use her word. When she doesn’t, I descend on her cunt.
My tongue swipes up her slit, lapping up blood. She whimpers, so I do it again.
Her legs shake and try to close around my head, but I push them open with my hand and shoulder.
Pressing my thumb to her clit, I massage slowly, letting her sounds guide me. Once I’ve found a pleasurable pressure, I pick up speed and thrust my tongue inside her. She moans before burying her hands into my hair and tugging, attempting to bring me closer.
“Yes, Rorik.”
Fuck. I love the sound of my name on her lips.
I stand and replace my mouth with my fingers. I slide two in, while continuing to massage her sensitive clit with my thumb.
She looks so beautiful like this. Whimpering and squirming because of my hands. Her eyes close and that’s just not going to work for me.
“Look at me, Aurora,” I growl. “I want to see your face when I make you come on my fingers.”
Her lids flutter open, her eyes widening when she takes me in.
The lower half of my face is covered in her period blood. My fangs are bared, and my eyes have darkened to black.
I’m a monster, and she is but a little lamb.
Yet she doesn’t try to break free.
She doesn’t try to run.
I add another finger and thrust them into her faster while pressing down harder on her clit.
Her back arches in response.
“So good, Aurora. Scream for me. Show me how well I fuck you with my fingers.”
“Oh, God,” she groans.
“Your pussy is so tight, Aurora. I bet it was made perfectly for my cock.”
“Rorik!” she screams, and her body ignites with an orgasm. She shakes for an entire minute before her pussy unclamps from my fingers.
I pull them out and bring the bloody digits to my mouth.
She watches as I lick them clean.
And then I wake up.
Goddamn it.