Chapter 23 Theron
Chapter Twenty-Three
Theron
The blood craving inside me is so strong it seems to give me wings. Even the Riders are surprised to see me materialize in front of them so swiftly.
“Someone’s got a spring in his step.” Shadow is his normal sarcastic self. “Did you guys kiss and makeup?”
Flicking an ancient tribal hand gesture to Shadow, I ignore the jibe. Just as he laughs off my basically flipping him the bird.
“I’m taking Aila to the lavvu in the forest. We need to strategize.”
Rundas is unmoved. “Strategize my ass, Theron. The inn must always come first because it is how we integrate ourselves into the modern world. And that means the guests must come first. Aila’s ex is a guest. Nothing else matters.”
“Don’t forget that the inn is where we brew our fluids. Without it, we’re back to preying on campers and hikers around the Lake of the Woods.” Artim doesn’t even bother hiding his sneer. His hatred of humans rocking the boat is pathological.
Jaecar gets in his shot as well.
“And accessible hikers and campers are getting scarcer, too. Especially since the documentary.”
A couple of months ago, some clever human made the connection between disappearances and strange deaths around the Lake of the Woods and possible paranormal interference. They published one of those “High Strangeness” videos about it on YouTube. Lucky for us, they decided it was aliens.
Shadow lifts one eyebrow. “We good? Or do we have a problem?”
He means does Aila have a problem.
They have a pretty damn good idea about how Aila lured me into the forest. There’s no use denying that I have other things on my mind right now.
“I give you my word that no shit is about to go down, Prez. They’re only here for two weeks, right? And the ex did come here with his new girlfriend and her two kids. Should be good, right?”
I’m lying through my teeth. It’s the first time I’ve practiced deception with the MC. Piers Jordan has an agenda. I just don’t know what it is yet.
Rundas says what we are all thinking.
“You better not be wrong, Hunter.”
The statement isn’t aimed at me. If I’m wrong, only one person is going to suffer. Aila.
Jerking my thumb over my shoulder, I end the debate. “I’m going to spend the night at the lavvu. With Aila.”
I leave as fast as I arrived. All I am is a blurred shadow as I grab Aila’s case from the entrance and speed back to where she is waiting for me in the forest. Her pale skin glimmers under the moonlight, enticing me to fall under her spell all over again.
Sweeping her up in my arms, I speak roughly. “We’re going further and deeper into the forest. Come.”
Aila gives a small squeak of surprise. “Thank you for bringing my things.”
She wraps her slim legs and arms around me. I like the way it feels when she squeezes her thighs together. When she’s locked in, I show her I can carry the case in my other hand.
Aila gasps with admiration. “I keep forgetting how strong you are.”
“Don’t forget I have stamina, too.” When I make an unexpected snap towards her with my teeth, Aila instinctively lurches away.
“You nearly scared the pants off me, Theron. No fair.”
My low laughter lasts all the way to the lavvu. The pyramid-shaped tent sits under the tree canopy, unchanged by the countless seasons it has seen.
The moment Aila is back down on the ground, she wants to know something.
“How many little love nests do the Riders have dotted around the island? There’s this one, and then there’s the grotto. You boys must get around.”
“We don’t feed where we live, Aila. That would be sloppy.”
“These aren’t love nests?”
I’m busy shrugging out of my jacket.
“Nope. Sometimes we just want to get away from the coven. I made this lavvu myself, only with cowhide and not reindeer.”
Aila enjoys watching me strip off my gear almost as much as I do with hers. Folding her arms, she smirks. “I’m no Boy Scout, but isn’t this a teepee?”
Kicking off my boots and socks, I manage to fit in a quick history lesson.
“The northern tribes of my youth have similar traditions as the tribes who found the western land mass. Our fathers walked from one side of the Nordic circle to the other. From the lands of the Sami to the Rus, and all the way onto the Ice Bridge. You call it Alaska now. The lavvu structure never changed much, only the words for it did.”
Aila’s mouth forms a cute “O” shape. “I see…”
Loosening my belt, I catch the sheath of my knife before my jeans hit the ground. “No, you don’t. But it’s sweet of you to try. Come.” Pushing the flaps open, I sit down cross legged. “I want you to finish that li’l show you were doing for me earlier.”
“I can’t.” Aila is shy all of a sudden. “I’m not wearing enough clothes.”
“Pretend.” It’s an order. Aila knows it’s time for her to follow through on her promise.
Her beguiling smile is everything as Aila begins to shimmy and shake like one of those vaudeville burlesque dancers.
“Boop-boop-de-doo.” She’s an expert at making those baby doll faces. Her expression segues from sweet to sexy with one alluring lick of her lips. “Every baby wants a dah-dah-daddy…”
Pulling her t-shirt off again, I’m amazed at how intoxicated I am when she reveals her breasts.
“And this song?” I have to laugh to stop myself from grabbing her.
“Amelia O’Hara is a die-hard Monroe fan,” Aila explains as she sways her hips and bites the end of her fingertip while fluttering her lashes. “I’ve watched all her movies a dozen times. She’s quite the singer.”
Turning her back to me, Aila sticks her thumbs on either side of her pants. Peeking over her shoulder, she pretends to need a bit of encouragement before pulling the pants down.
“Okay, I’ll play along. But only because I want to see that luscious ass of yours.” I clap and whistle. And just like that, I’m back to wishing that it could be Aila and me alone together forever.
Aila acts like she’s shy, pulling her panties down a few inches to give me a flash of her ass crack before pulling them up again. Needless to say, my claps and mocking encouragement are getting louder.
“Take it off, take it off.”
After blowing me a kiss, Aila slowly lowers the panties all the way past her knees and then down to her ankles. Her legs are slightly open as she bends.
I am transfixed as she gives me a close-up view of what she keeps hidden between her legs. She doesn’t need to ask me if I like what I am seeing. The effect of her awesome striptease is very evident under my briefs.
Arching her back, she pushes her body even closer; Aila sucks her finger and slides it over that tight slit. Next thing I know, she’s only inches away from my face and jiggling her ass cheeks with her hands.
“Don’t forget to tip your stripper, Mr. Hunter.”
Giving a deep growl of hunger, I pull her closer and pin her to the ground.
“You drive me mad with your teasing, darlin’. And now you’ve let the beast out of its cage.”
Her entire body is trembling with the sexual tension simmering inside her.
“Show me the monster, Theron. I want you to thrill me.”
She’s given me permission. That’s all I need. We tussle on the ground, with me pinning her arms above her head as Aila tries to pull me closer. Her panting increases as she feels me rip my briefs and press my iron hard cock against the entrance to her pussy.
I don’t even have to push it in to know that her tight slit is creaming for me. The perfume of her wetness rises to the top of the tent, lingering in the air like a cloying sweetness.
My fangs are out and ready for action. I would drain her dead right here and now if I did not need her so badly. My love for Aila saves her life. I would share my heart with her if she would share her soul.
“Where can I bite?”
There I go again, being the considerate vampire I am forced to be. Asking permission for everything.
Her eyes flutter open as she answers with a gasp. “I trust you to bite me anywhere you like.”
Such a temptation to thrust my fangs into all those tender places, the ones with the most intense flavor and scent. But that is not what I am after right now. I want to claim this woman for my very own. Mark her to show she is mine and mine alone.
Inch by inch, I enter the warm, rippling constriction of her pussy. As the flesh sheath yields before me, I can feel her opening like a flower. A short moan is all I get from Aila to warn me she is feeling the pressure.
I’m not thrusting. I want this to last. Tilting her hips by lifting her knees up, I grin and show my fangs.
“Too much for you to handle?”
The only answer I get back is a sigh and a smile. “Fuck me like an animal, Theron. You promised.”
Fucking Aila with her knees pressed against her breasts and feet up in the air is like riding a chopper. But the angle allows me to penetrate her all the way. I’m balls deep and loving it.
The intense aroma of pussy juice is going to make me lose control.
There is no hesitation as I pick her off the ground and fly outside with fleet athleticism.
While vampires can’t fly, we are able to propel ourselves into the air at great speeds.
We know how to land without a jolt, letting gravity pull us down as our muscles brace the impact.
Aila almost doesn’t notice until the tree trunk touches her back; she is so focused on our sexual connection.
Wrapping her legs around me, she gives a wild laugh. “You’re right. You are strong. Now show me the stamina.”
Leaning her shoulders against the tree trunk and looping her hands around my neck, Aila grinds her clit against me. It brings a whole new dynamic into our fucking when she does that, like flicking a switch. If I thought Aila was on the edge of excitement before, she’s all the way over it now.
Throwing her head back, she moans louder and longer. “Give it to me. Fuck me hard.”
The spasms inside her tell me that Aila is orgasming intensely.
Time for me to strike.
As she rocks and jerks against the base of my cock with my shaft buried deep, I go in for a nibble. Who am I kidding? I could never settle for just a taste of what this woman has. So, I bite.
Like the beast I am, I have Aila by the back of her neck. I submerge my fangs into her with non-lethal precision. In the throes of her orgasm, she laughs out loud when she feels the pinch. It’s wild, totally bizarre, but it reinforces the crazy obsession we feel for one another.
I suck hard as I come, my seed squirting into her as her blood gushes into my mouth.
“Ah…” The long sigh of exquisite pleasure doesn’t even come close to expressing how amazing it feels to be with Aila like this. My hands holding her up and grabbing her ass; her legs wrapped around me. We are face to face as she hugs my neck and kisses me.
“Why do you always have to be so good, Theron? This is what paradise must feel like.”
The noise of the crickets and fireflies start up again now that our lovemaking is over. A cool breeze rustles the branches above us.
I want to remind her before the wound heals.
“You can’t see the bite, darlin’, but it’s there.” The puncture holes will heal closed, but I withdrew my mouth before the saliva could erase the marks. There are now six small, round scars running down Aila’s neck like white stars. “That’s to show that you are mine.”
Lowering her to the ground, I still have to hold Aila because her legs are a bit weak. An orgasm plus blood loss tends to do that to a woman.
But it’s me who feels a sense of loss and confusion with what Aila says next.
“I was economical with the truth, Theron. I need to tell you something.”