Chapter 39
Seraphim
Earlier
“Find a place to get your dick sucked so it stays far away from me.”
She was fucking dramatic. It wasn’t as if I wanted to fuck her. Sure, she was gorgeous, and we got along fine when one of us wasn’t in the mood to murder the other, but I didn’t pine after women that were taken. If it weren’t for this connection, I wouldn’t even consider it. Yet, twenty minutes ago I’d been desperate to feel her pussy grip my fingers. And more.
Shaking out my shoulders, I continued walking down the street. This town was only ten minutes away as the vampire runs, but it gave me enough distance to clear my head. Now that she’d drank my blood, I was able to breathe without being bombarded with thoughts about pleasing her.
This was just gross. I wasn’t an asshole- when it came to women and sex, at least. Getting laid was easy and I didn’t even care all that much about it. It was just sex. If I was horny, I could get off on my own. Add in another person and there were expectations.
I was perfectly adept at pleasing a woman, but I just didn’t see the point of sharing the experience. Intimacy was pointless and if they wanted to talk or cuddle after, it was even worse.
Some might say I was afraid of commitment, but that wasn’t it either. I didn’t fear connecting with someone. Not like Mark did, for example. Before Lock implemented their protocol to wipe away traces of their human lives, I’d dug up some shit on his second-born. Keep your friends close and all that. If I cared enough, I would have felt pity for the guy. Maybe I’d be impressed that he turned out the way he did.
No, it just didn’t matter all that much to me. There were two people I’d cared deeply about in my life and one was long dead, just like everyone else I’d once known as a human. Having people I could call family was a nice idea, but again, there were expectations that came with that. People to answer to. People I might disappoint.
Shaking my head, I decided Sam might have made a good point. If nothing else, it could get my mind off of things and give me a nice hit of dopamine.
“Nice place,” I lied, clasping my fingers in the pocket of my hoodie as I strode inside.
Carlie looked over her shoulder and smiled, her cheeks turning pink. “It’s fine. At least it’s cheap.”
Clearly. A studio with what looked like original, ugly brown cabinets and carpet nearly flat enough to be considered concrete flooring. It was a zero on the aesthetic scale.
“So, we could watch a movie or something,” she suggested, sitting down on the couch awkwardly.
I’d literally made it clear that I was looking for a hookup- gross, I know- and we still had to do this dance. The small bit of blood I drank barely abated my thirst, so I figured I could kill two birds with one stone by drinking from Carlie.
Instead of answering her, I pulled off my sweatshirt and laid it on the arm of the couch. Her eyes traveled over the tattoos on my arms, all the way up to the one just under my jaw. She got to her feet and moved her hands underneath my t-shirt, lifting it so she could see the rest.
“Do you want to see?” I asked.
She nodded. When I’d taken it off, her heart began to beat faster. It made my mouth water and my canines tried to push further out.
“You have an accent,” she noted as she ran her hands up my chest. “Are you from around here?”
I grabbed her wrists, pushing them behind her, then taking them in one hand. After backing her up to the bed, I used my grip to lean her backward and moved my knee between her legs.
“It doesn’t matter where I’m from, I’m not going to tell you my favorite hobby or what music I listen to and I won’t ask anything about you. I have somewhere else to be and I’m hoping tonight I’ll be out of this damn state.”
“Alright. Just sex. Got it.”
Thank god. I could feel Sam’s anxiety starting to rise, so I assumed she was with her family now. Regardless of my annoyance with her, I didn’t want to be absent from that, no matter how much protection she had.
Taking both sides of Carlie’s waist, I set her on the bed, then quickly helped her out of her clothes. I didn’t bother taking my pants all the way off. Stroking myself with one hand, I used the other to push two fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them, staring at my dick the whole time.
Forcing them into her throat, I collected more saliva, then gently rubbed the wet tips of my fingers over her entrance. When I thrust them inside to the last knuckle, she gasped. It turned into a moan and she grasped my wrist, imploring me with her eyes.
“Tell me what you want,” I demanded.
“I want to feel you inside me.”
Hovering over her, I planted one hand beside her head, moving my hips so I rubbed against her. Keeping my body warm made it less shocking, but I didn’t feel my own internal flame as much. Once I entered her, I was struck by the heat of her pussy.
Pushing deeper, I made circles on her clit, trying to trigger her first orgasm so she’d loosen up more for me. I leaned forward, biting down gently on her nipple before sucking on it. When she contracted around me, I fucked her harder, exploring her deeper. With my dick as far as it could reach, I felt myself bump up against her cervix, making her whimper and tense.
“Relax,” I said, brushing my palm over her collarbone. The pulse point in her neck looked like it was about to burst, and I couldn’t deny that I wanted to rip into it.
After pulling back, I thrust into that spot again, circling my hips to rub against it.
“It’s too deep,” she complained.
“No, it’s not. Just relax.”
“I don’t-”
With a growl, I gripped her throat, turning my wrist to bare the side of her neck. I pressed the tip of my tongue to the galloping spot, relishing the way it beat against me. Allowing my canines to lengthen, I pierced her skin and she immediately went rigid. When the initial shock wore off, she pushed at my chest.
Moving my hand to her jaw, I held onto it firmly, keeping her where I wanted her. My hips moved just enough for me to take the pressure off, then I hit her deep again. After repeating the motion for a few minutes while I drank her blood, she relaxed and sounds of pleasure once again passed her lips.
Women never fucking believed me when they saw my dick. I could reach this deeply into a woman, so of course I’d learned how to make it feel incredible for them. If they didn’t want to take all of me, I wasn’t interested in wasting my time. They could go live their average life while I took my ten inches elsewhere.
I was going to remove myself from her vein, but I’d been so low, I could use the boost. While speeding up my thrusts, I slowed how quickly I was drinking. Her fingers dug into my back, her nails piercing my skin. She was mostly lost right now, either in pleasure and acceptance of my nature or from the magnetism that made them such easy prey.
After slamming into her hard a few times, she tightened around me. A shudder traveled over her entire body, and the sounds coming from her mouth became incomprehensible. The jolt that shot down my spine made me groan and tighten my grip on her jaw. My dick twitched inside of her with my release. The flood of pleasure was intense, but then it was over like it always was and I was left wondering why I’d wasted my time.
Pulling out of her neck and her pussy, I looked down at her. Glassy eyes stared back at me and she squinted as if trying to focus better.
“Sorry, Carlie. I needed more than I thought. Do you want me to end it or let you fall into a peaceful sleep.”
Her lips parted, but no sound came out. With a sigh, I flexed my fingers and, before she could process anything, set her ablaze from the inside. We’d be leaving this place and I wasn’t concerned about leaving vampiric evidence behind, but it was always a good idea to be cautious, especially now that we had enemies to avoid.
Carlie was so out of it, she wouldn’t have processed what was happening, and the heat was enough that her brain shut off in less than a second. There were far worse ways to die than having a full body orgasm and blinking out quickly. Lock would’ve tortured the poor girl.
On that note, I pulled out my phone. He’d managed to get my number, presumably from Sam since she was the only one that had it. Disgusting pictures had been coming through just about every hour and blocking him felt like handing him a win.
With a smile, I sent him a video. It may not mean much to him now, but when he’d been Rick Rolled about a hundred times, he would be beyond fed up.
The trip back to Fern Springs was boring and I was taking my time with it. I knew Sam’s family would be less than hospitable about their arrival, particularly when Lock opened his mouth. They were human, so there was no threat to her.
As I thought that, though, I felt Sam’s anger burst through our connection, splitting it open. I ran the rest of the way in less than a minute, putting my mask in place before stopping in the doorway. Sam’s sister jumped and rushed away from me, looking small and far less deadly than her sibling. She was older; perhaps it was her obvious meekness that made her seem younger.
What I smelled on her gave me the information I needed to make sense of the standoff in the living room. Joseph had stepped in front of Sam, which I had to admit was brave, albeit stupid. Joram was a big guy and I had no doubt he could knock Sam’s friend on his ass.
As expected, Joseph received a fist to the nose, making him hit the floor. I stumbled as if I’d been struck myself, the force of my Ark’s rage making my own magic rise to the surface. I couldn’t help but look at Joseph to make sure he was okay. Aside from the blood coming from his mouth, he appeared well enough. The relief I felt surprised me, but I shifted my attention back to Sam.
She had blocked the doorways with ice, trapping everyone inside the house. The scent of sweat permeated the room and sobs were rising in the throats of her soon-to-be victims. Lock barely wasted any time darting over to a man that pulled a gun, sinking his teeth into his carotid. Screams erupted, followed by a cacophony of prayers that triggered my own unpleasant memories from my youth.
For personal reasons, I didn’t like massacres. This one, however, couldn’t be stopped. Not by me or anyone else. Lock was so excited by the upcoming carnage, he wouldn’t lift a finger to quell his mate’s vengeance. This was Sam’s revenge and nobody could- or should- take it away from her. I claimed mine, as did Lock. It was the nature of suddenly becoming powerful after too many people had made you feel small.
Everyone in this place had earned this in some way. If they hadn’t wronged Sam personally, they’d harmed someone else. This wasn’t the type of place where people were free of sin, regardless of their pious bullshit. Some of them were monsters, like Joram. Rapists. Abusers. Misogynists.
Smoke coiled out from my fingers as the memory of Sam on the cellar steps formed in my mind. Back then, I couldn’t do anything about it because it was too risky. Now, I had the fucking privilege to stand beside my Ark and obliterate those who would do her harm.
It was funny how easy this felt. Fighting it had become second nature for four years and now I could just be. Sure, there was the horny business going on, but we’d figure that out too. For the first time since I threw her off that roof, I felt light, like myself again almost.
There was one thing, though.
“Sam, not everybody.”
Her brow furrowed, then she looked at her sister’s huddled form. She was against the wall, shaking like a leaf.
“Ryan,” she said. “Can you get Ruth back to Joseph’s house?”
“You’ll be okay here?”
She looked at him pointedly. “What are they gonna do? Shoot me?”
He breathed a laugh and kissed the top of her head. “Alright, Sam. I’d tell you to be reasonable about all of this, but I know it’s pointless and I’m starting to accept that.”
“I told you I was a bad influence. Take Joseph too.” The human tried to argue, but she shook her head quickly. “It’s not safe here. Please.”
“Fine. Just… Be careful.”
“Stop worrying about me. I’m not little Sammy Byrne anymore.”
He squeezed her hand before following Ryan. Ruth hesitated, but eventually took Joseph’s hand. She glanced at her sister, her expression not making it clear how she was feeling.
Sam watched them leave, but her eyes weren’t on the traumatized woman. Her gaze was fixed on Joseph.
That was… interesting.