Chapter 24 – Rorik
Iwant to bond with you.
I repeat Aurora’s words in my head a million times because certainly I misheard her.
“Are you sure?” I ask, taking her hands in mine. I bring them up to my lips and kiss her knuckles. She smiles. It’s a sleepy smile.
“You said you believe whatever is blocking my magic will release if we mate?”
“I suspect, yes, but I’m not completely sure. So I don’t want that to be the only reason you want to bond.”
“It’s not.”
I brush some of her hair out of her face and graze my fingertip over the cut on her forehead. I worried it needed stitches, but it seems to be healing faster than a normal human. Which gives me hope that she’s not entirely mortal.
“You hit your head when you fell. You’ve been asleep for nearly twenty-four hours. You should really think about this. Rest. Recover.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. The only thing holding me back was not having my memories. Well, they’re back.”
“You said some of them are still fuzzy. You’re still sorting through them because they came rushing back.”
“I had dreams while I slept. My life on replay. I know you were worried about me being mortal. And I still don’t want to be turned into a vampire, but I remembered my father in my dreams. He was half fae, half human.”
She frowns, tears filling her eyes.
“What happened to him?” I ask.
Aurora clears her throat and wipes away the single tear that fell down her cheek.
“He was 600-years-old when he left. I never understood why he abandoned me. My mother convinced me it was my fault. I never believed her because the fae can’t lie, even half fae.
Dad would always tell me how much he loved me.
How beautiful and perfect I was despite the kids at school making fun of me for being a big girl.
He’d buy me anything I wanted but also spend time with me when Mom would disappear for weeks.
That’s all I really wanted: to spend time with my parents.
Watch movies together or build cushion forts in the living room.
Then one day, Dad wasn’t there. Mom said he left because I was too clingy.
Because I wasn’t fae enough for Dad’s family to accept me.
“To be honest, I’m convinced my mother killed my father. Like she was jealous that he paid more attention to me than her. This necklace…”
Her fingers run over the etched symbol.
“It was mine, not my mother’s as I always believed. My father gave it to me for my sixth birthday, and my mother was jealous. She stole it from me, but I got it back before I left New Orleans.”
I kiss her knuckles again. “If it makes you feel any better, fae are incredibly hard to kill. Even half fae. Your father is likely still alive.”
She frowns, possibly wondering why he left and never tried to find her. I wish I had the answers.
She clears her throat. “So him being part fae and my mother a witch means I’m not entirely mortal either, right?”
“Yes,” I say.
“I’ll still age, but slower, because of my human genes? I’ll still ache and bleed?”
“Yes. Your wounds will heal faster than humans, but not as fast as supernaturals.” I run my thumb over the wound on her head.
“This is already mending.” My fingertips graze over the bite on her neck from the night at the club and the one on her wrist from the night of the unveiling.
All healed. Not even a scar left behind.
“So I can die if I bleed out?”
“Yes.”
“Yet my witch and fae blood can’t help with the aches my forty-three-year-old ass feels?”
I chuckle. “To be fair, your mortal-like aches could also be attributed to all the black magic your mother has cast on you over the years. She could have also implemented a spell specifically to have you feel the effects of human aging.”
Aurora curses. It’s such an adorable act coming from my little lamb. This woman with a pure heart and a fighting soul.
I’ll never understand how fate decided she belonged to me.
She lifts her hand to press her thumb at the corner of my mouth.
“Why are you frowning? Do you not want to mate?”
I clear my throat. “Of course I do. I was just thinking how I don’t deserve you.”
“Fate seems to think we deserve each other.”
I was just thinking this. We may not be able to hear each other’s thoughts, but it’s clear our souls speak to one another.
“But do you believe I deserve you? After everything I’ve told you? All the horrible things I’ve done?”
She sits up in bed and scoots until her back is flush with the wall. “I don’t blame you. I blame my mother. She cursed you. You did those things because of that curse, not because you’re a bad person.”
I untangle our hands so I can kiss her palm.
“I don’t think the curse is why I used to fuck humans and feed from them while their life slowly drained from their bodies. I told you I used to do that. A lot. And enjoyed it.”
She smiles sadly.
“I would argue that it was definitely the curse that made you enjoy it. That’s not who you are anymore.”
It’s not, but she’s being too trusting of me. She must see the anguish on my face because she leans in and rests her forehead on mine.
“Hey, I’m still here.”
She runs her nose over my neck and jaw then along my nose. Something I do with her often.
“A true monster doesn’t regret the things he’s done.”
Her soft, plump lips graze mine.
“A true monster doesn’t torture himself the way that you are right now.”
She kisses me. It’s slow, encompassing, loving.
I love this woman.
I think I have for a while. Does she love me?
Aurora buries her fingers in my hair, caressing the back of my head in rhythm with her mouth moving over mine. Her other hand rests on my chest.
Can she feel my heart beating for her?
Just for her?
She pauses the kiss to straddle me, then her mouth is back on mine. Her fingers return to my hair, tugging the strands. She’s nearly feral this time, moving her hips over my hardening cock.
I smooth my palms up and down her back, then cup her plump ass, squeezing hard enough for her to gasp between kisses. We make out for minutes before I can no longer take it.
I want to be inside her. I need to be inside her. But I’m worried.
“Aurora,” I groan, pulling away. “We should wait until you’re fully healed.”
“Captive.”
“What?”
“I’m using my word. Captive. I don’t want to wait. I’m fine. I feel fine, and I’ll feel even better once our souls are finally together.”
“Are you sure?” I ask one more time.
“The one time I use my word and you’re questioning me?” She laughs at whatever expression crosses my face. I’m not exactly sure how I’m feeling about this. She should rest and heal. “Yes. Rory, yes.”
Rory.
Oh, my sweet little lamb.
How I’ve tried to keep her soul free of the evil that taints mine.
Unfortunately, I’m a selfish man, and she’s told me twice now that she accepts the bond.
Who am I to deny her of her wants and needs?
I stand with Aurora in my arms and twist us around to gently lay her on the bed.
“I’m going to undress you now, okay?”
She leans up on her elbows and nods.
I start with her leggings, rolling them down with her panties and tossing them over my shoulder onto the floor.
I run the tip of my finger over the top of her foot and shin. She tries to rip her leg away with a giggle.
“I’m ticklish.”
She shouldn’t have told me that.
I wiggle my fingertips over her foot’s arch and she squeals.
“Stop! I’m serious! I will pee on you.”
I chuckle. “Maybe I enjoy golden showers.”
She stops laughing and narrows her eyes at me. “I can’t tell if you’re joking or serious.”
I shrug, leaning in to kiss her knee. “I’m down for anything, my love.”
I place gentle kisses up her leg and across her thick thighs. My fangs have dropped, and I scrape them over her skin. I’m rewarded with sweet little gasps. Her head falls back when I reach her cunt. I spread her pussy lips and flatten my tongue to lick up until my mouth covers her swollen clit.
She tries to close her legs on me, but I release my shadows to spread them back open.
“How many times do you want to come tonight?”
I slide two fingers inside her and start pumping, then return to her clit, sucking the bundle of nerves.
“I don’t care.”
I hum, and she jerks at the vibration.
“Tell me,” I demand.
“Once is fine,” she groans.
I tsk. “Not enough.”
I add a third finger, and her walls clamp down.
She’s already so close.
Two of my shadow tendrils slip underneath her shirt and wrap around her taut nipples. They squeeze around the peaks, causing Aurora’s back to arch off the bed.
“How beautiful you are on the cusp of orgasm,” I say, then suck her clit into my mouth again.
Her orgasm ripples throughout her body. I pause my fingers inside her, her pleasure soaking the digits and dripping down onto the bedsheet.
Once she’s done, I remove my fingers and stand. She opens her eyes and watches as I lick them clean.
“One.”
I step between her legs and reach for her shirt. It slips over her head, freeing her breasts.
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”
She scoffs, clearly not liking being told what to do, but after a dramatic eye roll, she complies.
My hand crashes down on her left cheek, leaving a lovely red mark.
She grunts but pushes her ass back towards me.
“You like that, Aurora?”
“Mhm.”
I spank her again, this time on the right cheek.
“More?”
“Yes, Rory, please.”
I spank her in succession, five times on each side until she collapses onto the mattress, no longer able to take it anymore.
“Do you have something you need to say to me? A word, perhaps?”
“No, fuck!”
I pull her ass back up and run my finger through her pussy lips.
She’s soaked.
I unzip my pants, the sound loud in the silent room, and Aurora gasps with anticipation. I remove my boxers next and grab my aching cock, fisting it a few times before lining the tip to Aurora’s slick opening.
I send one of my shadow tendrils to wrap around her hair and tug her head back.
Another beautiful gasp.
Fuck, I love how she responds to me being rough.
I slip the tip of my dick inside just an inch, then I grab hold of her hips.
I thrust in.
Aurora screams, barely able to hold herself up. Her arms are getting tired.
I’ll make this fast.
I pull out slowly, to the tip, then jerk my hips into her… and stay seated deep inside. Gripping her ass cheeks where I lashed her, I start massaging. She moans, her pussy clenching around my cock.
I close my eyes at how wonderful she feels.
Made perfectly for me.
Aurora falls to her forearms, and I use a shadow tendril to push her head down until her top half is flush with the mattress.
This position allows me to fuck her deeper.
Harder.
Our slapping bodies are the only sound filling the silent room.
I spank her a few more times in quick succession, and she bucks.
Her walls grip me.
She’s close again.
A shadow tendril slips between her legs and presses down on her clit and that’s when she erupts with her second orgasm.
I pause my thrusts, waiting for her body to stop shaking before sliding out of her. She flips onto her back, breathing heavily and staring at me with hooded eyes.
“Two,” I say with a smirk and a wink.
I get onto the bed and sit with my back to the headboard. I pat my thighs.
She stares at me, blinking.
“I want you to ride me.”
She shakes her head. “I’m too old for that. My knees are bad. And I’m too—”
Before she can finish the sentence, she’s in my arms, her thick thighs straddling my lap.
“I don’t ever want to hear you say anything negative about my mate,” I growl and roughly kiss her.
A kiss that will leave her lips swollen for hours.
“Mate,” she whispers, smiling against my mouth. “I like the sound of that.”
“Good because I’m yours,” I say and spank her. She winces, clearly still in pain from her earlier lashings. “Now… use my shoulders for leverage.”
She grips my shoulder with one hand while reaching between us with the other. She grabs my cock and lines it up with her pussy.
Slowly, she sinks down.
I close my eyes, my head falling back against the wall.
“Yes, fuck, that’s good, Aurora.”
She has both hands on my shoulders now, sliding her slick cunt up and down my length.
“That’s it, Little Lamb. You’re taking me so well.”
She rides me until her legs start shaking. So I wrap my arms around her waist and hold her in place while I thrust up into her.
She screams and buries her face into my neck.
“This is it, Aurora. Are you ready?”
“Yes, Rory, please.”
“We’re going to come together and when that happens, you need to bite me, hard enough to break my skin. I’ll bite you. It has to be at the same time, okay?”
She nods.
“I need you to say you understand.”
“I understand,” she says, panting.
I fuck her, harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone. Leaning down, I take the peak of her breast in my mouth and suck on her hardened nipple.
She tosses her head back and screams.
“Now, Aurora,” I say, unlatching from her tit so I can sink my fangs into the flesh of her neck.
And she bites down the moment we both erupt into orgasms.
The pleasure that courses through my body merges with my mate’s. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. A high no drug could ever provide.
Pure ecstasy.
A bright light fills the room. Electricity runs in my veins. My skin blazes with fire.
I breathe.
For the first time since being turned.
Then the brightness fades, and Aurora goes limp in my arms.
It’s done.
We’re mated.
My poor little lamb couldn’t handle it and passed out.
But that might be because her magic just released.
All of it.
All at once.
And she’s the most powerful being I’ve ever met in all of my 3,000 years.