24. Rose #2
And though his cock is still hard inside me, he pulls out and gets to his feet, his pants falling to the floor.
“Come here,” he says, stepping out of them and crouching down to scoop me up in his arms. “I want the world to know you’re mine.”
He picks me up and carries me out to the balcony, the both of us naked, and he takes me over to the railing.
He places my ass on the edge and I’m having a flashback to Mittenwald.
That feels like a different time because it was a different time.
He was a different Valtu, and I was different too.
I had no idea of the powers I possessed, no idea that I was about to destroy the demon, let alone the book.
And I had no idea that Valtu would ever come back to me.
But he has. He’s here and he’s roughly spreading my legs with one hand, holding me secure with the other.
I look around, at the other hotel room windows, at the city streets below me, at the lights reflecting on the water between the continents, and while night has descended, we’re very much in public.
“You belong to me, my dove,” Valtu says gruffly, and with his grip strong on my hips, he pushes back inside me. “You always have. From the very start through eternity.”
I gasp as he thrusts up into me, feeling the height of the world below. But the thrill of being watched, the danger of falling, only adds to the intensity of what we’re doing. Valtu is claiming me, showing the world that I’m his, and I revel in it.
“Yours,” I breathe, my hands gripping the railing behind me. “I’m yours.”
He grinds his hips against me, his cock filling me up completely, and I can feel him getting harder inside me. His fingers dig into my skin, leaving crescent-shaped marks on my hips, as he fucks me harder and harder, his breath coming in hot, panting gasps.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, his eyes locked on mine. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”
I whimper in agreement, my body writhing against his as he drives into me, deeper and harder with each thrust. I can feel the heat building inside me again, the familiar coiling sensation, and I don’t think I’ll ever tire of this, of him.
“You like that, yeah?” His voice rumbles. “You like getting fucked in front of the world like this? Look at you, letting everyone know that it’s my big cock that claims you. Such a good fucking girl.”
Jesus. My whole body flushes hot and tight. I could hear his filthy mouth forever.
“Val,” I whisper to him, the pace of his hips quickening. “Can I ask for something?”
“Anything, my love,” he says, kissing my neck.
“I want to feed from you,” I manage to say, feeling shy all of a sudden, which is an odd feeling when you’re being thoroughly fucked above a bustling city.
He pulls back enough for his dark eyes to search mine, surprise flickering. “I would be honored.”
He tilts his head to the side, his jugular exposed, and I automatically feel my canines sharpen into fangs, the hunger for his blood coursing through me.
There are so many smells around us, the scent of our sex, our sweat, the diesel and spices and incense of the city, but it’s his blood I suddenly smell most of all.
He smells like home.
My mouth waters and I grab his neck and bite him sharply.
He hisses as I sink my fangs deep into his neck.
The taste of his blood is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
It’s warm and thick, with a hint of sweetness, and it floods my mouth, filling every corner of my being with its essence.
Even after all these lives and years together, we have found a new first.
I suck greedily, my body pulsing with a hunger that I never knew existed until now. Valtu moans, his fingers tightening around my waist as he continues to thrust into me, his own pleasure building to a fever pitch.
The combination of his blood and his cock inside me is almost too much to bear. I’m on the brink of another orgasm, my body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.
“You like this, don’t you?’ he says through a throaty gasp. “Being fucked and fed at the same time?”
“God, yes,” I moan, my body arching against him, as a few trails of hot blood spill down my chin.
“Then come for me, my dove,” he whispers. “Come for me, and drink me in.”
And with those words, I shatter into a thousand pieces, my body flying apart from him, from his cock, from the feel of my teeth in his neck, his blood in my throat.
My climax spirals out of control and I can feel it from every extremity, from my fingers to my toes, until it takes over every inch of my body and everything lights up with ecstasy, and I’m screaming out his name as I come.
My back arches over the railing until I think I’m free falling and I submit to it.
But his grip is strong, his arms are safe, and I am his.
Everything goes hot and cold at the same time, my blood racing and pounding through my veins, a mixture of the two of us together.
“I’m coming,” he groans, his body straining, his muscles taut and tight.
He lets out a low grunt and his cock throbbing and jerking within me, his blood rich and red in my mouth, and even though I’m still flying high with the aftershocks of my orgasm, I can feel the connection between us growing.
I can feel the bond that I thought was severed beginning to reknit, to form anew between us.
Then time seems to slow. It wraps itself around us, holding us in place, him inside me, while I’m holding his head to my chest, letting our breath return.
Anyone looking out of their hotel rooms could see us right now and frankly I’m surprised that the fire department hasn’t been called because of the lightning strike, or the police because of all our yelling and screaming, but I guess people just accept the chaos that comes with a bustling old city such as Istanbul.
Valtu pulls his head back and gives me a most satisfied grin. “So how did I taste?”
“Amazing,” I tell him, grinning back at him with a blood-stained mouth.
“I could tell. You’re a greedy little girl, you know that.”
“Would you have me any other way?”
He laughs and kisses me.
My heart is full.
He picks me up off the railing and sets me down, then pulls me to him in a sudden embrace, his hand cupping the back of my head and holding me to him.
I wrap my arms around his waist and grasp him tight.
His heart beats steadily in his chest and my heart matches his rhythm in return and even though he’s no longer inside me, I still feel like we’re one.
The wind whips off the water but it’s warm this time and I close my eyes to it, inhaling him, us, and the scents of the city, feeling so infinitely alive.
Alive and powerful.
“They’re out there,” I say quietly, determination hardening my voice. I turn my head against his chest so that I’m looking across the water. “Somewhere in this city, my brother is out there. And we will find them again.”
“The chances of them staying at the same place are low,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “And I don’t want to do anything that will put you in harm’s way.”
“Then we’ll wait for the others.”
“And if they don’t show up? Without that book, Rose, I don’t think we can do this alone.”
I know he’s right. And yet I still regret nothing.
“We will find a way,” I tell him.
I have to believe it.