Chapter 5 – Rorik
It’s been a week since I feasted on Aurora’s sweet cunt.
Well not me exactly but dream me.
I’m oddly jealous of him.
I haven’t been home much. The past week, I’ve been scouring witch hangouts, hoping to pick up on anything that could lead me to Ciara, but so far, I’ve found nothing.
The only thing I’ve overheard is that the coven believes her powers are weakening.
Something I also suspected. But I can’t question anyone because I’m still a wanted man.
I’ve been utilizing my shadows to stay hidden—an ability I gained shortly after I was turned, allowing me to discreetly hunt my prey. Now I utilize them to remain out of sight while I listen to conversations and dip into thoughts.
Using them takes a bit of effort so it’s been extremely exhausting, which means I’ve been sleeping more.
I’m barely able to keep my eyes open as I stand in the elevator, heading up to the penthouse. When I step out and approach the front door, I pause to listen.
Aurora’s on the other side.
Her heart races against that beautiful chest of hers.
She’s waiting for me.
I have no doubt she’s going to try and attack again.
I’m almost eager for it.
When I open the door, the blade of a knife whooshes past my head. The tip grazes my cheek before I’m able to move out of the way.
Aurora lunges for me again, but this time I knock the knife from her hand, and she steps back to regain a fighting stance.
She proceeds to scream, a full-on barbaric scream, and runs toward me. Her hands are up, ready to shove me, but I twist and grab her arm, tugging it behind her back.
“Now, Little Lamb,” I tease. “Did you really think this would work?”
She rears her head back, clocking me in the nose. It cracks disgustingly and bleeds.
Definitely broken.
It’ll heal within the day. The slice on my cheek from the knife is already closing up.
Aurora manages to peel out of my grip while I wipe the blood away with the back of my hand.
This fucking brat.
She reaches for a vase on the table next to the door and raises it over her head, but I use my speed to take it from her and carefully set it back down. By the time she realizes what’s happened, her mouth opens in shock, and I lift her over my shoulder to carry her into the living room.
“Let me down, fucker!”
“Okay.”
I drop her onto the couch and she yelps.
“What is your problem?” she growls and tries to stand.
I use my palm on her shoulder to gently push, sending her back down onto the cushions.
“Let me go!”
“Now why would I do that, Lamb?”
“Why do you call me that?”
“Because you’re cute and pure and innocent. And I’m not.”
She snorts. “I’m not innocent. And I’m definitely not pure.”
“How would you know? You’ve lost your memories.”
She kicks out her leg, targeting my nuts, but I step back just in time.
“I can still remember some things, dumbass. Just not the things you need from me, which is why you should let me go. And if you don’t, I’ll keep trying to escape. I’ll keep screaming and trying to stab you. You won’t know a moment of peace. Do you hear me, dickwad?”
Dumbass? Dickwad?
She continues her adorable little rant, but I've tuned it out. She clearly needed to release all this pent-up anger.
I can think of other ways for her to release some steam.
Maybe I should do something about that mouth. One of my ties would work, but I’m not wearing one today, and my gag is in a drawer in my room with my other sex toys. I’d leave to grab it, I’m fast enough to make it back before Aurora slips away to her room, but I have another idea.
I’ll use my dress shirt.
I undo the cuffs first, then start working on the buttons from top to bottom. Aurora’s still talking, but her words have slowed as she realizes I’m undressing.
And when I peel the shirt off my body, her mouth hangs open, eyes wide as she takes me in. From my pecs down my abs to my cock pressing against the seam of my dress pants.
She must realize she’s gawking because she shakes her head and narrows her eyes… then starts screaming and kicking at me.
She’s a fighter, that’s for sure. It’s fine.
My walls are soundproof, and the tenants have been glamoured to ignore any strange noises coming from the penthouse.
Glamouring humans for selfish and non-emergency purposes is against the laws set by the Council of Vampire Elites, or COVE, and enforced by Layla, the vampire queen.
Now those rules are even stricter with the plan to unveil the supernatural world to humans just weeks away.
But I’m not concerned with laws, human or supernatural.
I step to Aurora on the couch and straddle her thick thighs, garnering a gasp from her. She uses the heels of her palms in an attempt to push me off her, but she’s too weak.
I take my shirt and rip it into two pieces, using one half to tie her wrists behind her back.
She’s running out of steam, her protests fading as her voice goes raw.
“Anything you’d like to say? Any word I should hear?”
“Fuck you.”
I smirk before twisting the other half of my shirt into a makeshift gag and shoving it in her mouth. I secure the shredded strips around the back of her head.
Her damning protests are at least muffled now.
I fist her hair and tug her head back. A whimper kills any fight she has left to muster.
“You look so beautiful like this. If only you were tied up on the bed and spread out before me…”
She narrows her eyes and bucks her body.
I chuckle and get off her.
“Are you done fighting me?”
“Never,” she says, the word barely audible through the gag.
“I want to talk—”
Her foot collides with my kneecap, so hard it causes my legs to buckle.
She tries to get off the couch, but with her hands tied behind her back, she’s not able to get a good momentum.
“Fine,” I say, my voice gruff and full of heat. “You don’t want to talk? We can fuck instead.”
She stops moving. Frozen. The scent of her sweet pussy contradicts the anger and confusion staring back at me through those tenacious green eyes.
She wants to be fucked, but she hates how much she wants to do it with me.
And she’s scared how much she’ll love it.
I lean in to run my nose along her neck. “Do you want my fingers? My tongue? My cock?”
She whimpers and nods.
I shove the coffee table out of the way and drop to my knees. Tugging her leggings and underwear down, I spread her legs and move between them.
She squirms, trying to free herself from my binds, but I tied them too well for her to break free.
My fingertip traces over her soaked slit and she closes her eyes.
“Keep those pretty eyes open for me, Little Lamb.”
Surprisingly, she does as I say.
When I slide two fingers inside her, she plants her feet on the ground, trying to put some distance between us.
“You can stop this if you want, Aurora,” I say, slowly fingering her tight cunt.
“More,” she mumbles past the gag.
I add a third finger and thrust into her faster. I use my other hand to work her sensitive clit. She moans and bucks when I press my thumb down and massage in fast circles.
I do this until she’s worked up and nearing the edge.
Then I stop.
She gasps, popping open her eyes that she closed against my orders.
Slowly, I remove my fingers and sit back on my haunches. I lift them to my mouth and wink at her, then lick them clean.
“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Aurora. Only good girls are allowed to come.”
She shrieks, the sound stifled because of the gag, and rears her legs. Then she kicks me in the chest, sending me onto my back.
Aurora’s on me. She straddles me and moves, circling her hips over my hard cock. Only my dress pants stop me from sinking deep inside her wet pussy. She doesn’t let up, using the friction of our bodies to build her orgasm back up after I stole it from her.
“That’s it, Little Lamb. Take what you want from me.”
She curses, but keeps moving.
Fuck this feels so good.
I reach up to pinch her nipple through the fabric of her tank top. She groans and grinds over my groin harder.
Oh.
Oh, God.
I’m going to come.
I… This has never happened before.
I’ve never come like—
My balls tighten and when Aurora starts shaking on top of me, her orgasm spreading throughout, I come, moaning as cum spurts out of me and soaks my pants.
And then I wake up.
Again?
Goddamn it.