Chapter 27 – Aurora
The meeting went on for another hour as we talked about a fight plan.
I’ll use my magic to lure my mother out of hiding.
Evangeline will help me practice so I don’t lose control and accidentally kill someone. She’s going to talk to the New York City coven leader about letting us use a facility that will keep my magic use hidden from my mother until we’re ready to face her.
Rorik joined Xander, Locheran, and Thorne to talk strategy. Now that we’ve been outed to the human world, it’ll be tricky. We can’t have a magically induced battle in the middle of Manhattan. We’ll need to bring the fight out to the suburbs. Find an open field somewhere to avoid human casualties.
The entire encounter will be uncertain. We’ll have an army on standby, ready to move in if needed. Xander’s gargoyles, other supes, witches on the front line if it gets to that point to protect me and fend off my mother’s attacks.
I’ll have minutes to kill Rorik, then kill her.
And even less time to bring Rorik back to life.
If anything goes wrong… I could lose him.
Forever.
The sun is an hour from rising when we return to Rorik’s place. Our place. It’s hard to see it as my home as well since I never felt at home anywhere.
Not until him.
He is my home.
Rorik must sense my apprehension because he takes my hand once the front door closes and leads me to the bedroom.
We don’t speak and it’s peaceful. Cathartic.
He’s all I need right now.
Rorik undresses me, lifting my shirt off first. He places sweet kisses along my shoulders, my collarbone, my neck.
My pants go next, and he repeats his affectionate kisses, this time along my stomach and my thighs.
I resist the urge to cover myself. To hide my imperfections. The stretch marks all over my belly. My dimpled thighs. Rorik has seen all my so-called flaws, yet he only ever looks at me with desire and need.
I stand in front of this beautiful vampire nearly naked—only my bra and panties left to remove. Goosebumps prickle my arms and legs, and coolness from the air conditioning makes me shiver. Rorik turns away in a blur, returning two seconds later with my pajamas.
He kneels and I hold onto his shoulders while I step into the pants. When he stands, he reaches behind me to unclasp my bra—with one hand, I might add—then he slips the tank over my head.
With a kiss to my forehead, he scoops me up. I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“My beautiful mate,” he whispers, before using his shadow tendrils to pull back the covers and gently lay me onto the mattress.
When my head is on the pillow, he pulls the covers back up to my waist and slides in beside me, propping himself up on his elbow.
“The bond wants to be satisfied.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means we need to have a lot of sex.”
“Oh yeah?”
He nods, smiling mischievously.
“Then why did you put me in pajamas if you’re just going to fuck me?”
He hums, tracing his fingertip along my lips, across my chin, and down my neck until he’s cupping my breast.
“Because you’re exhausted. We’ll sleep until the sun goes down. When we wake, I’ll feed you—your body will need the fuel—and then we’ll fuck.”
My eyes struggle to stay open.
“Sounds like a good plan.”
The lights dim, and before Rorik is back in bed next to me, I’m fast asleep.
My sleep is sound and my dreams forgettable.
Slowly, I blink myself awake.
I’m on my side with Rorik pressed up behind me. His heavy arm is wrapped around my waist, his other arm underneath my shoulders.
Toffee, cardamom, and amber scents engulf me. I inhale deeply and wiggle my butt, knowing it’s pressed against his groin. His hold around me tightens.
“Little Lamb,” Rorik warns. “I’d stop doing that unless you want me to fuck you right now, like this.”
I wiggle my butt again.
My pajama bottoms and panties are down and tossed off the bed within seconds. He adjusts my leg over his hip, and the tip of his cock teases my slick opening.
“When did you take off your clothes?” I ask, thrusting my hips back in an attempt to get him inside me.
“I sleep naked,” he says.
He lifts my shirt over my head, but instead of removing it, he leaves the fabric so it’s covering my eyes. A makeshift blindfold.
He thrusts into me in one brutal movement, and I scream, not expecting the sudden invasion. My head falls back to expose my throat to him. He leans in, sniffing my skin, and growls. A sound only a feral monster with his prey in his hands makes.
I shiver when his fangs graze my neck, leaving small cuts behind.
He laps his tongue over the beading blood.
Once he’s satisfied the wound is no longer seeping, he wraps his fingers around my throat and squeezes.
His other hand trails up my side to find my hardened nipple.
He pinches and pulls at the sensitive peak.
He chuckles at my whimper.
I can’t help it. He’s inside me, stretching me with his size, yet not moving to help satisfy this ache.
“I thought,” I say, the words breathy, “we were going to eat before fucking.”
“Should I stop?”
He slowly extracts his cock, to the very tip and waits.
He doesn’t move.
I whimper.
“No. Please. Don’t stop.”
He thrusts back inside me in one slick movement.
I curse and flutter my eyes at how fucking good this feels.
It’s as if every nerve in my body is on fire.
As if his dick was made to perfectly fit my cunt.
I can feel every goddamn vein, I swear. My sense of touch is heightened with my vision gone.
And I have no doubt that our souls being bonded is playing a factor in this immense pleasure.
Rorik releases his tight hold on my throat. He starts moving again. But not fast enough.
“Please,” I groan.
“Patience, my little lamb.”
His fangs scrape my neck again, this time deeper. Blood drips from the cut, but he catches it with his tongue before any falls to the bed.
As he sucks on my neck, a shadow tendril finds my clit while two more play with my nipples.
Rorik fucks me so slowly, so thoroughly, that the anticipation is nearly debilitating.
It’s pissing me off.
My hand removes the makeshift blindfold, then I wrap my fingers around his throat, squeezing as hard as I can in this awkward position.
Rorik’s eyes lock onto mine over my shoulder, a brow raising.
A challenge.
I send a short zap of magic through my fingers, and he grunts at the shock of pain.
“Did you like that?” I tease.
That gets him moving. He pistons into me as if we’re now in competition to see who will come first.
Fine.
Challenge accepted.
Another shadow tendril somehow squeezes between our bodies to find my asshole while the other tendril presses harder on my clit.
Oh. Fuck.
I might lose this battle.
I’m still choking Rorik, sending another jolt of magic down my arm.
He moans and God, that almost sends me over the edge. I’ve never heard a man be so vocal until him.
My pussy walls grip Rorik’s cock until he’s barely able to move.
Then I say something I’ve been wanting to say for a while now.
“I love you.”
Three little words with a big meaning.
Rorik groans and thrusts into me to the hilt to empty his cum. I join him seconds later, my entire body shaking as my orgasm washes through me. Fields of lightning bolts erupt across my bare skin. My magic assisting us with this release of pleasure.
Or maybe it’s the mating bond.
Whatever it is, it’s all too overwhelming, and by the time my body stops convulsing, my eyes struggle to stay open.
Rorik covers my mouth with his. A deep, passionate kiss. One that tells me he’s mine.
And I’m his.
“I love you, too, my sweet mate,” he whispers against my mouth.
I smile at the words, and Rorik’s strong arms tighten around me.
And I fall asleep while my mate still has his cock deep inside me.