Chapter 24
Chapter
Twenty-four
Vorg trailed the fingertips of his right hand up and down his woman’s dipping waist. She lay on her side, wedged partially on top of him and the backrest of their grey pincushion couch.
The spine of her book hid what she was reading as it lay on his chest, but he didn’t mind that she was ignoring him with her hobby. She was lying with him, sharing her warmth, her subtle scent, her beating heart, and he offered back all these sensations.
He wasn’t bored, as his sight was on their plasma screen TV, while his forked tail moulded around the controller of a game console to wield it.
He had an array of video games to play, giving him something to do while remaining in her presence so he didn’t steal away her favourite hobby.
Instead, he found a way to share in it with her, and his ultra-sensitive hearing meant he could keep the TV quiet so as to not disturb her with its music and sound effects.
He was a quick learner and was mastering the art swiftly.
She’d offered the idea, dusting off her not so recently used controller before giving it to him.
She seemed to understand his need for her nearness, and after he’d spent an entire afternoon lying with her on this couch just... staring at her adoringly, she’d found this compromise.
He hadn’t needed it, but he took the offer regardless. It seemed to soothe her insecurities about his wellbeing more than anything. And he always wanted her at ease with him.
With his left hand, he absentmindedly brushed a few strands of her hair over his lips.
Lips... he’d never known that such things would become so important to him. He constantly wanted to nibble at hers with sweet kisses or brush his own over his mark on her sternum every chance he got.
And he was thankful for his tongue from the first moment he’d shoved it against her hot pussy and tasted the sweetest sin. His sense of smell was average, barely better than a human’s, and he took any chance he had at burying his nose against her hair or skin just for a whiff of her aroma.
She liked his fangs, which meant he liked his fangs, and he used any opportunity to tease her with them, inflicting a little bit of pain before he soothed the sting with a lick or a kiss.
Skylar shifted against him, her body growing warmer by the second, and he pulled his attention from the game to look at her. Her blue eyes, like vast, stormy oceans, were already upon him.
Her dark lashes flickered as her eyes widened, and she quickly averted her gaze to her book, hiding her pinkening cheeks while she resumed turning the pages.
Overwhelming pride stiffened his gut at his lifemate’s interest in his appearance. She liked him, the way he looked, felt, smelt. She definitely liked his dirty mouth whenever he whispered obscene things in her ear, which meant he was incessant with wicked words when the time was right.
Only when the time was right.
He refrained from being his usual flirty self whenever he was at her establishment, as it often frazzled her.
She was different there, more reserved, more focused, and being a distraction could make her discontented with him.
He didn’t wish to annoy her, so he was a good boy when he was there, leaving all his affectionate attention for when the doors were locked and he was free from the bounds of duty.
Even then, he had to hold back, so she wasn’t exhausted when she woke them both at the dreaded 6 a.m. He didn’t mind the time; it was more that she always seemed to drag herself out of bed with an upset grumble because she was tired.
When she was confident enough in him, he planned to take the morning shift at her café so he could do whatever he wanted with her until the sun rose.
Then he would leave a lazing, snoozing Skylar to the comfort of their sheets and Skaarvar’s quiet snores, and he would see her when she brought that tight waist and those ocean-blue eyes to her establishment once she was ready to grace it.
All dolled up, beautiful, wearing one of her ball-aching outfits that often left him panting over her shapely thighs and craving a peek under the skirt when she walked around.
A little bit of patience wasn’t much of a hardship.
Not when the reward would be a content, purring woman all over him once the shop closed again and he portalled her from it to home to be alone with him again.
An evil, malicious smirk curled his lips as he rubbed her hair over them, and the backs of his knuckles peeked into view.
He liked her purring. He liked her content. He liked that when he’d bruised and battered his fists just days prior, her horrified expression had turned trusting, soft, and tender as she’d accepted him and his not-so-human morals.
She’d been alarmed when he’d suddenly leapt over the counter of her café and bolted out the door without a word, leaving a string of gasps ringing out behind him. What she hadn’t known was that he’d made Skaarvar watch the outside of her establishment for a certain someone to loiter near it.
Vorg had changed his glamour to one that appeared to be an old man, found the one who had frightened his mesmerising witch, and had beat him to nearly an inch of his life. His face had still been scratched from tiny claws, but once Vorg was done with him, it’d been difficult to recognise it.
He’d left the pathetic human with a threat: Come near Skylar, her employees, or her café again, and he’d rip his dick from him and shove it down his throat.
Then he’d returned, knuckles bloodied from Larry’s face and his own skin splitting, humming from the thrill.
Skylar had been annoyed with him over it, but the little sparkle in her eye that revealed she felt so much safer had been enthralling.
Whether she meant to or not, she’d rewarded him with the sloppiest, hottest blowjob that night, inadvertently making him want to find someone else who bothered her that he could pummel to see if she’d do it again.
His smirk grew more devious by the second.
Skylar shifted again, pressing her body against him, and her leg drew up his thigh.
Her knee knocked into the raging erection in his pants – she’d bought him proper clothes that fit him – and she froze.
Her fingers gripped the sides of her book tighter until she was close to crinkling the cover, but she didn’t pull it away.
He was horny. He was always horny around her.
Vorg silently chuckled, which made her smack her book against his chest. How can I not be hard with such an exquisite creature sprawled on top of me? She was asking too much if she wanted him to not be vibrating with want.
He’d spent his long life without her or even a meagre slice of lust, affection, or love. Now that he had it, he coveted it deeply to the point of feverish intensity.
Vorg was content.
As was Skaarvar, who had grown a little belly with all the treats she snuck him.
Currently he lay on an ornate armchair, his long body twisted into a ‘U’ shape as he slept like the dead with arms, legs, and wings splayed.
Vorg often had to fight with the little skowl for her lap if he took on other duties within the house.
Since his woman liked to skip meals and not take care of herself adequately, he’d taken it upon himself to learn how to cook her human food. With two hands, extendable horn appendages, and a tail that was useful for grabbing and equally dextrous, he was quick in the kitchen.
He’d learned his sense of taste was stronger than hers, and that he had to add additional spices, salt, and pepper.
Oddly enough, since he’d started doing this task, she seemed more interested in cooking. She often watched him, talking to him regarding his life as she shared her own, and sometimes came to help.
Her home was also spotless, but that was due to a touch of magic, so he didn’t really have to do anything regarding that.
Simply put, Vorg felt blessed every day.
He didn’t even mind that she’d befriended that Oliver man.
Not when she’d told him that he was nice, and when she’d texted him to turn him down and had explained Vorg coming into her life, he’d easily stepped back from pursuing her.
He’d extended his friendship instead, and she’d wanted to return it, weirdly asking Vorg if that was fine.
He didn’t care, so long as the only body she shared her warmth with was his.
His pretty darklight finally closed her book and stared at the TV for a long while with a faraway gaze. He noted her in his periphery, but he was in the middle of fighting a boss in his game and kept his focus there.
She eventually yanked her phone from the pocket of her track pants, having already showered and changed from work. He knew this to be a new routine, as when he’d been watching her through Skaarvar’s eyes, she preferred to have a bath right before bed.
This change was caused by him, due to him frequently attacking her for sex at random times throughout the evening.
She kept her make-up on, though, as if she wanted to feel prettier despite the fact that he would see it messy and smeared by the time he was done feasting upon her decadent body. .. and sexual energy.
He liked her without it and hoped she’d grow confident in his affection for her to no longer wear it if she wished.
Skylar gasped, and he winced when she shoved her elbows into his gut as she leaned up a little to look at her phone properly. She scrolled through a chat, obviously having missed multiple messages.
“Oh my god! He finally did it!” she squealed, shoving her phone in his face.
A picture of two people came into view. One was of Kaylee, her blonde hair and face easily recognisable to him.
He didn’t know the man at her side. Kaylee had one eye closed with her tongue poking out the side of her lips, while the man with brown hair and piercings had the slightest upward quirk to his lips, despite his overall stoic expression.
“Malcom finally asked Kaylee out!”
She reclined against his chest and read back through the messages. Vorg was able to split his attention between the game by keeping a conjured viewing eye on it, while he diverted his real ones to her phone to peer over her shoulder.
Malcom? She told me about him. He hadn’t come to the café in the week he’d been shadowing Skylar to learn her job.
The messages spanned over three hours.
K: Guess who I saw getting off the train just as I was about to get on it!
K: Bitch, you never answer.
K: It was Malcom. He asked if I wanted to go for a drink.
K: He confessed again, and I don’t know what to do. Should I just go for it? Wouldn’t it be weird since he’s our friend and a customer?
K: You’re the worst! I need advice here, and Taylor is on night shift at the factory.
K: I’m going to his... If I go missing, you know why.
Then, just as Skylar got to the bottom of the chat, a new image popped up.
This time it was of Kaylee and Malcom, both naked with a blanket pulled up to their chests. She was holding the phone up with both hands and a large grin, while he was partially hiding his face with a peace sign.
Vorg could see the familiar expression of a male that had just been fucked dry and was happy with himself over it. His eyes held everything.
“Eeeeee!” Skylar squealed, kicking her legs. Skaarvar remained dead to the world, used to her outbursts now. “I can’t believe they finally did it! They’re totally going to date.”
A new message appeared, and Vorg didn’t understand it.
K: 8========D –winky face emoji–
Skylar’s lips parted, and she quickly answered back.
S: Ew! I don’t want to know.
S: Also, finally! I’m so excited for you guys.
Just as another text bubble appeared from Kaylee, Vorg abandoned the game entirely and wrapped his arms securely around Skylar. His tail placed the controller on the ground so he could spiral it around the leg lying on top of him.
He grabbed her arse and hiked her higher up his body. “Does this mean you’re done with your book?” he asked into the back of her ear while radiating a purr from his chest. “Because the only sex you should be interested in is ours.”
She shivered and arched in response to his low voice, then turned her screen off to look at him. The heat in her gaze, along with her cute little lip nibble, told him everything he needed to know.
She was all his now for the rest of the night.