Chapter 11 #4
“Didn't you tell me it doesn't matter how fucking horny we are, she needed rest?” Theo scolds. He rolls over, pulling my leg up higher on his hip. His hand floats over my thigh, making me shiver from the contrast of hot and cold. Theo’s face moves to my neck, kissing and sucking on my skin, Tobias’s fingers slip in and out faster as my excitement coats his fingers, his thumb pressing harder against my ass.
He slips it inside me, slowly and teasingly.
“Good job,” Theo praises. “Let yourself feel it all, Imogen.”
Theo’s fangs graze my neck while he devours my flesh, nibbling and sucking. Wait, fangs? I sit up and Tobias's fingers slip out of me. I stare at Theo, heart pounding and jaw dropping.
Theo's lust fades and he cocks his head, giving me that familiar smile. “I won’t bite you, I promise. Not yet anyway.” His voice sounds calm like this is a perfectly normal thing.
I twist back to peer at Tobias. His hands slip around my waist, pulling me completely against him again.
He nods his head toward Theo. Theo's face becomes distorted in front of me.
I reach out, finger's brushing against his cheek.
He snuggles into my palm, a smile tugging at his lips.
“You’re a vampire?” I whisper. Theo nods, watching my reaction.
His fangs protrude. They aren’t what you would see in a movie with the two pointy fangs.
He actually has three on each side, and they run side by side.
I watch his eyes darken, turning to the darkest shade of red, similar to blood.
Veins stick out under his eyes, moving and wriggling under my thumb as I brush it over them slowly.
Theo doesn't move, just waits for me to finish observing him.
Moving my hands back down his face, I brush my thumb over the point of one of his fangs.
I wince the sharpness nicking my skin like razor sharp needle points.
Blood runs down my thumb and Theo stiffens, licks his lips, and closes his eyes.
He tries to wait for me to pull away, but I don't. Instead, I brush my bleeding thumb across his lips, painting them crimson.
Theo groans, licking his lip, body shuddering as he tastes my blood.
I push my thumb onto his bottom lip until he parts it and brush it against his tongue.
His eyes snap open, darkening, before his lips close and he sucks on it, his tongue gently twirling around it.
His eyes glow brighter, never leaving mine.
When he lets go, I find my thumb is completely fine.
I stare at it before looking back at Theo.
He leans forward, kissing me gently on the lips.
I'm more surprised at my own reaction. I don't feel any fear toward them. They still have me a little on edge, like when you're lining up for a crazy thrill ride and the butterflies are loose inside, but they don't scare me.
Theo smiles slowly at me, head tilting to the side. “You're over your fear.” I stare back into his mesmerizing eyes. Tobias pulls me back against him, nuzzling my neck, his hot breath tickling me, his stubble brushing my shoulder near his mark. Pleasure ripples through me.
“Why does it do that?” My voice comes out in a moan rather than a whisper.
“Why what?” whispers Tobias, but his eyes glitter. He kisses the mark again, making my eyes flutter. He has to know exactly what he is doing to me. But he wants me to say it out loud.
“Your bite mark.” I moan again, louder, his sucks softly on it, tongue teasing the center. “Why does it make me feel so good?” I pant, riding high from his soft touch. Can I come from just this?
He chuckles, dragging his tongue over it.
“It’s a claiming mark, shows everyone you’re mine.
Only Theo and I will be able to give you this reaction, make you feel this way,” he nibbles on the spot while I'm lost in the ecstasy of pleasure.
I know what he is saying should alarm me, but it doesn't. It somehow feels right.
“Once Theo marks you, it will be even better. It'll be so intense you'll come for me no matter what else is going on,” he whispers, kissing just below my ear, licking the shell of it.
I shift away, reaching one hand up to brush my throat. “Marks me?” Does that mean he is going to bite me, too? I sit up, fighting to slow my heartbeat. Theo’s eyes move to mine, an intensity glittering in them that takes my breath. The fog creeps around me.
“I won’t hurt you, Imogen, and I won’t mark you until you say I can.” I stare wide-eyed before quickly nodding. The thought of being bitten scares me, being owned like some sort of property.
“I shouldn’t have marked you without permission, that’s not usually how it’s done,” Tobias comments, voice laced with guilt. He gets up and goes into the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. “You want a shower?”
I nod before climbing off the bed and following.
I'm still naked, but my nudity doesn't phase me anymore.
They both have examined my intimate bits extremely thoroughly, so nothing really left to be shy about.
“Where is the man and lady from yesterday?” I ask, or is it the day before?
I passed out so many times lately I have no idea what day of the week it is anymore.
But being lost in a haze-filled lust kind of makes nothing else matter.
“They went home, this is mine and Tobias’s place. Our parents don’t live with us,” Theo comments, coming up behind me and nuzzling the back of my neck. Wait, did he say their parents as if they are brothers? I stop. “You’re brothers?” I whip around, smacking Theo's eyes with my hair.
They look nothing alike, and they aren’t even the same species, creature. I don't know what to classify them without sounding rude.
“Not in the biological sense. We aren’t inbred, we'll explain later. For now, I want to get you all wet,” he whispers in my ear again, giving my lower back a push toward the showers.