10. Chapter 10
Thenightmaresplagueme for what feels like forever. I watch as the wolves take Ginny repeatedly. It”s not long before the nightmares shift, and instead, it”s me on the ground. The gravel bites into my palms and knees, their claws slice through my flesh. Blood pools beneath me as they take what isn”t theirs. The lead wolf lifts my body against him, his hand wrapping around my neck.
”You”ll always be mine, little one. Don”t try to run.” He whispers against my ear as he continues to pound into my broken body.
His claws slice into my throat like butter and wrap around my windpipe before he yanks. Everything goes black before it starts all over again. Each time he whispers the same words to me. Sometimes I”m in my own body, and I can feel everything. Other times it”s like I”m on the outside, watching as everything happens. But those words always echo through my head.
I always thought it was the vampires who were the monsters, but maybe I was wrong all along. Maybe there has always been a different type of monster lurking in the shadows. And now they”ve found me.
The nightmares eventually fade away, a warmth cocoons me, wrapping me up tight and pushing the nightmares away.
I”m so warm when I wake; there”s something hard under part of me, as well as something heavy across my back. Flexing my fingers, I feel material under them and my eyes snap open. Looking up, I take in Bane”s face. He looks so peaceful with his eyes closed.
How did he get in here, and why am I sprawled across him?
My leg is tangled with his, my hand is on his chest and my head is leaning on his arm as the other holds me against him. Moving my hand from his chest, I reach up for his face, tracing my fingers over his relaxed features. His nostrils flare and his eyes jump open, but he doesn”t move as he lets me continue touching him. There’s a need within me, craving him, wanting him. A need I can’t explain but need to quench.
My fingers move across his lips, the coarse hair of his beard tickling the undersides of them. They are so soft. I wonder what they would feel like if I pressed my own against them?
Fuck Demi, you”re so messed up.
I can”t stop touching him though. After what happened, I should be jumping away from him. Even without his arm holding me against him, I should bolt for the other side of the room. But there”s something deep inside pulling me towards him.
A groan escapes his mouth and I pull my hand away when I spot his fangs peeking out from between his lips. His breathing has quickened slightly, and that ring of red has appeared around his irises. I can feel my own pulse increasing, and my temperature is rising.
Moving my leg slightly, it brushes against his arousal, and the arm around me tightens. He”s hard for me, and that thought alone sends a thrill through me. What is it about this man that makes me want to climb him like a spider monkey and feel his hardness between my legs? I hardly even know him, and so much has happened, but something is pulling me toward him.
Without a second thought, I push up onto my knees and trace my hands up and down his top, his steel-blue and red eyes observing me curiously as I touch him. I note the fact he’s still wearing the same jeans he had on earlier but he’s ditched the bloody t-shirt for a black tank top. When I reach the hem of his top, I push my hands under it. As soon as they connect with his skin, a shiver runs through his body and a moan rushes through his lips. It’s like music to my ears.
My fingers move over the dips of his abdominals as they reach higher. I can feel the light spattering of hair on his chest beneath my fingertips. His pectorals flex and tremble as I ghost my fingers over them. I was expecting his skin to be silky smooth, but instead, I can feel bumps and ridges all over his torso.
Lifting his top, he raises his back slightly so I can pull up the fabric till it bunches under his arms. I thought vampires healed and didn”t scar, but he”s covered in them. There is a mixture of everything from what looks like burn marks to stab wounds. I trace my fingers over each mark in turn, cataloging every one of them.
I”m wondering if he has scars anywhere else. Maybe he will let me strip him down and check every inch of him. I”d love to lick them all. Jeez, Demi! What is wrong with you? I continue my exploration up his chest, and over the bunched up material. His neck is corded with thick muscle, and I can feel him swallow hard as my fingers move over him.
My eyes dart to his face and spot his fangs still peeking out. Continuing my inspection of him, I sweep a finger over his lips, catching the tip of one of his fangs. As my index finger touches it, he shudders again, the sharp tip glancing off the end of my finger and causing it to bleed.
I go to move my hand away, but his hand shoots out and grabs my wrist, startling me slightly. His tongue darts out and licks the bead of blood welling on the end. A shudder runs through me as his tongue laps at my finger before drawing it inside my mouth. He sucks gently on it, his tongue still running over the tip.
”Bane...” My voice trembles as I whisper his name and my core clenches. His simple action drives me wild.
My other hand reaches out, cupping his cheek. Pulling my finger from his mouth, I notice his blue eyes are almost entirely red now. Running his hands up my arms, he pulls me forwards. My own land on either side of his head, my face only inches from his. But now he stops, not moving those last few inches, so his lips will connect with mine.
My breathing is harsh, and my heart is pounding as I stare into those red eyes. Closing the gap between us, our lips connect and it”s like fireworks. His tongue darts out, brushing against the seam of my mouth, and I open for him.
Bane thrusts his tongue inside my mouth, his fingers tangle in my hair, and he holds his mouth against mine. Our tongues battle it out, I should be repulsed, but instead, I”m growing hornier. I rub myself against him, a moan escaping me, which he swallows as he kisses me harder.
His heat is all over me, but Iwant to get closer to him, to feel his skin on mine as his hard length thrusts inside me. It”s like I won”t be complete until we”re joined as one. I rock myself over him. If I can keep rubbing like this against him, I”m sure it will be enough to push me over the edge, to quench the thirst inside me.
I hear a knock on the door, but I ignore it as I thrash against him. My need for release is building.
”Bane? Demi?” Diego’s voice calls from the other side of the door.
Bane tugs on my hair, pulling my lips away from his, and I”m left panting. My body is still rubbing against his, fighting for release, and my lips feel bruised. I can see the lust in Bane”s eyes as he holds me away from him. A knock comes from the door again, and I quickly scoot away from Bane. His red eyes follow my movements.
The kiss has left me damp between my legs. I”m still horny as hell and I want to strip both Bane and me naked and sink down onto his cock - to feel him fill me. Maybe then he can fill the emptiness inside and the ache in my groin will finally go away.
Instead, he shifts on the bed. Readjusting his hardened cock and shoving the stake into my hands before striding to the door. Slamming it open, it”s only now that I notice the missing handle on the other side of the door. He must have broken it down to get to me.
”What?” He barks in Diego”s face.
”Jax wants to speak to Demi. He heard you were both awake, figured now was the best time.” A growl erupts from Bane, and his fists clench at his sides. ”Hey man, don”t shoot the messenger, okay?”
Bane shoves past Diego, and out of the door, but Diego lingers. His eyes shift to mine. There is the telltale red ring around his black irises, and his nostrils flare. We learned at school that vampires have excellent hearing and sense of smell, among other things. Can he really smell my arousal? Is that what happened in the club, too?
”You coming?” He steps back from the door, leaving me just enough space to get past him.
I hurry to the opening and brush past him. As I do, he inhales deeply, a contented rumble sounding in his chest.