Chapter 84 #2
He needn’t added the latter. Blair met him in two long strides but reached for his food. “You need to eat—”
Lorkan grasped her wrist. “What I need is to hear that you’re okay.”
“Me—” Blair shook her head. Blinked. “I’m not exactly the one we need to worry about, Lorkan.”
He titled his head, studying her in that way of his. “Blair.”
She huffed. “I’m fine, but I’d feel better if you’d eat something.”
Blair raised a brow, and Lorkan rolled his eyes, releasing her and grabbing the bowl of soup. She stepped back from his orbit, feeling suddenly cold despite the fire and her thick sweater. She curled up in the chair ahead of him, tracking his movements to make sure he ate.
“I sent word to Kade and Evelyn.” Blair crossed her arms. “I didn’t think it was safe to write to the Drengr Village and risk anyone discovering I brought you here but . . . Someone needed to know what happened, and we can trust them.”
Lorkan nodded, a graveness etched into his features. “Eldrick won’t become Earl.”
“You can’t blame yourself,” Blair whispered. “What they did to you . . .”
She tore her gaze away from him, staring into the fire instead. Movement rustled against the sofa, and suddenly, Blair was moving as Lorkan grasped hold of her chair and dragged it closer.
“Mya is right you know,” he said. “No one will easily forget what you did, especially me. I thought my friends were dead, and you saved them.”
“But I was too late when I found you—”
“You can’t blame yourself,” Lorkan repeated Blair’s own words, and a fraction of the weight she held on her shoulders fell away.
She sighed, trailing her fingers across his chest. She paused near the arrow wound. Red seeped past the purple paste.
“You’re still not healing.” Blair rose out of her seat, turning towards the painting. “I’ll fetch Mya and Alvin again—”
Lorkan grasped her hips, pulling her back towards him. “It’s alright. My healing will simply take a little longer.”
“Why?”
Lorkan’s gaze dropped to the carpet. “I haven’t fed in a few days.”
Blair swallowed, sinking into her seat again. “What about the curse? Don’t you need blood?”
He traced the groves in her palm, still not looking at her. “Yes, but Mya gave me a cup of elm tea before she left, which should help my hunger until I’m rested enough to go hunt.”
“But you’re in pain,” Blair whispered. “If blood will help you heal quicker, then why not—”
“Blair.”
“—feed from me?”
Lorkan’s honey gaze snapped to her in an instant. His nostrils flared, and he released her. “You have no idea what you’re asking.”
“Then explain it to me. I’ve read Matilda Moore’s journal, Lorkan. Vampyrs feed from one another . . . those that are in intimate relationships, and I’m not afraid of you. I trust that you won’t hurt me—”
“It’s far more complicated than that, Blair,” Lorkan hissed.
“Why?” Blair’s question came out a mere breath.
Lorkan didn’t miss a beat. “It’ll solidify our mating bond.”
His honey eyes bore into her, pinning her in place. Blair’s heart raced inside her, but there was no point in denying it now, was there?
“That’s how I found you,” she whispered. “The—our bond. Weeks ago, we stood here in a similar position. Do you remember what you asked me?”
Lorkan’s released a shuddering breath. “What do you want? Need? Tell me, and I’ll give it.”
“You,” Blair whispered. “It’s always been you, I’ve needed Lorkan Drengr, and tonight, I want—”
Lorkan gripped her hips tighter and dragged her flush against his chest. She fit so perfectly between his legs, and with his leering height, they came face to face, so close they breathed the same air.
His eyes darkened as he studied her from brow to nose to lips. He laid his own gently against hers, but as Blair opened wider for him, he pulled away, teasing his tortuous touch to her jaw, nipping and kissing as he trailed downward, towards the slope of her neck.
Lorkan’s hand caressed up her back until—
He grabbed a fistful of her curls and yanked her head back, exposing her throat and giving him full access to her soft flesh. He dragged his teeth—
No, those were the tips of his fangs touching her skin. It was gentle and wicked and delightful all at once.
Blair’s toes curled. She instinctively moaned and held onto Lorkan’s shoulders for support.
“Is this what you want?” His words tickled her already aroused flesh. “Is this what you need?”
“Yes,” Blair breathed.
“Then you’ll need to be patient.”
Blair became airborne. Lorkan carried her towards the table, depositing her at the edge.
He bent down and kissed her. His lips molded to hers, widening them so their breaths escaped and tongues brushed together.
His hands found the buckle to her trousers, and with an audible snap, he popped them open, not missing a beat as he devoured her mouth.
Lorkan pulled away. “Lean back.”
The authority ringing in his tone had Blair’s insides heating, but she narrowed her gaze at him. Lorkan smirked, leaning closer. His fingers dipped into her pants and passed her undergarments, finding that spot between her legs. Blair hissed, and he chuckled.
“Lean back.”
Blair, begrudgingly, obeyed, anticipation alighting across her skin.
Lorkan tugged her pants and undergarments in one mighty pull. Bare before him, Lorkan’s honey eyes didn’t break contact with hers.
“If you need me to stop, you tell me to stop. Understand?”
Blair swallowed, her mind hollowing out at the possibilities of what Lorkan had in store. “You won’t hurt me.”
Lorkan knelt. “No, you’re right. I’d never harm you. But this might be intense.”
“I trust you, Lorkan,” Blair whispered.
He sighed, breath tickling her warm sex. “Good. Now, relax for me.”
Blair exhaled, allowing her body to mold to the table as Lorkan spread her legs wider. The sight of him kneeling before her, eyes glistening with worship, was almost her undoing. Lorkan ran his nose down her thigh, marking his descent before his tongue swiped through her sex.
Blair whimpered. Of course, they’d done things. Touching, innocent exploration. But they’d never ventured to something so raw, so primal.
Lorkan feasted between her legs with no restraint. He sucked her bundle of nerves and lapsed at her entrance. Blair’s insides felt as though a storm brewed in them, hot and electrical. She dug her hands into his hair, and Lorkan pulled away, peering up at her.
“Tell me to stop.”
“Don’t you dare,” she hissed.
Even with eyes closed, Blair felt his smile pressed against her thigh, and he replaced his lips and tongue with his fingers. He pressed into her core, and Blair’s back bowed against the table. She writhed, pushing books and papers, and pencils onto the floor.
“Are you ready?” Lorkan whispered.
At first, his question didn’t register. Then he glided the tips of his fangs down the inside of Blair’s leg. Oh. He meant to drink from there.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I love you, Blair Carson. Everything I am, belongs to you.” Lorkan sank his fangs into her flesh. Slowly. With care. A slight sting shocked through Blair’s system, like the jarring prick when one grasped hold of a rose. Blasted books, his fangs were sharp, but then he started to suck.
To drink.
Euphoria rushed through Blair’s veins, and she cried out his name. Not from agony or pain, but utter bliss. Beastly, guttural sounds rumbled from Lorkan’s chest. Lorkan never stopped pumping his fingers into Blair’s core as he drank, and her release climbed a steep, beautiful mountain.
Perhaps it was their bond. Perhaps it was Lorkan’s natural tenderness despite the sharpness of his fangs. Within it all—the sensation, the atmosphere, them—Blair finally understood why vampyrs referred to it as a sacred act in her research.
Lorkan pierced her with his honey gaze as he drank. Blair placed a hand on his face and brushed back his hair. He curled his fingers inside her, and Blair ascended the steep mountain of release.
She fell and fell and fell, her screams of pleasure echoing off the stone walls.
A tingling sensation washed over her, and Blair’s heart thumped. Once, twice, a third time. With the gentle caress of snow floating on the wind, the thread tied to her soul reached out to Lorkan, and their beings wove together as one.
Lorkan shuddered and eased out of her with as much care as he’d bitten her with. His eyes shone like mined gold, and color flushed his cheeks.
Their bond beat like a whirling storm, magnetic and beastly.
“Are you alright?” he breathed, staring at her like nothing else existed or mattered in the world.
Blair nodded, unable for words.
“Can you handle more?” He smoothed his thumb over her bite mark.
Still breathless, Blair used her body to show him. She sat up, finding the laces on his trousers and pulled them. His pants fell to the stone floor, and Lorkan stood before naked and taut.
They kissed. Nipped and sucked and tasted the other. A copper sweetness lay on Lorkan’s tongue, and Blair’s insides heated again.
Lorkan grasped her sweater and pulled it over her head. Her bralette came next, and their clothes lay in a heap on the floor. He tugged her closer to the edge until her feet planted on the stone—
Blair sucked in a breath as Lorkan twisted her around. His one hand palmed her belly while the other gripped her throat, making her lean back as he devoured her mouth again. Flush against him, Blair surrendered to him.
His fingers brushed against her swollen bundle of nerves, and she panted in his hold. His manhood grazed her backside, and ever so gently, Lorkan bent her over the table.
She peered over her shoulder as he traced his fingers down the slope of her spine. A question brimmed in his eyes, and Blair answered him by pressing her backside into his hips.
Yes, she sent down their newly woven bond.
Lorkan shuddered and grasped hold of her waist with one hand while the other fisted his length. Much, much longer than she remembered, it pressed and stretched at her opening. She braced, and Lorkan took his time, bending down to mold his lips against hers as he pushed the last few inches.
Both of them cursed as they came together at last.
Ten fucking years of wanting had led them to this point, and pleasure coursed through Blair as she embraced the feel of Lorkan.
He rocked his hips forward, and Blair cried out, pressing her face into the table to drown out the sounds she made. Lorkan grasped a fistful of her curls, yanking her head back.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” he whispered between thrusts, “I plan to hear every one of your sounds, Blair.”
“Fuck,” she cried.
Blair gripped the side of the table, clawing at something as if to gain a grip on reality as Lorkan drove into her again and again, his pace deliberate and equally sweet.
Blair craved the roughness. Yearned for the loss of abandon.
Cried his name as another climax crested over the mountain of release.
She’d thought the way he worshipped between her legs earlier had been primal, but this was wilder.
Lorkan’s usual reserved demeanor was nowhere in sight. He became untethered, monstrous as he moved into her, drawing out her pleasure as he chased his own. His grip on her hip or hair didn’t relent, and Blair loved the kiss of pain amongst so much pleasure. Their first time was so them. So perfect.
Their bond rumbled in Blair’s chest, and like the zap of lightning, her body turned alight. Lorkan bent over, caging her in his arms as he found a deeper angle. They kissed. Messy, fervent, wild.
“Lorkan,” Blair whispered.
He pressed his forehead against hers, breathless. “I’ve got you. Come for me.”
She did.
Lorkan found his own release, stilling inside her as their bond wove tighter and tighter.