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Maybe I won’t be spending the night on my own after all.
Mumbling a good night to Asher and Drystan, I lay my head against Weylen’s chest and close my eyes.
Chapter 28
Thalia
Idon’t wake up alone. Again. But this time, the lean body of Drystan has been replaced with Weylen’s burly frame. His arms are wrapped tightly around me, hugging me close to his body, my head in the crook of his neck, leg thrown over his stomach. He’s a giant compared to me. Hell, he makes Drystan and Asher look small. He’s still naked, his body on proud display above the covers, while I’m tucked into the warmth underneath. The blankets for him would be for modesty alone, since the warmth would simply be lost on him. Vampires don’t have the same senses as humans. Most of it’s lost when they’re turned. Heat and cold are a thing of the past for them, allowing them to survive in some of the harshest environments when others would perish.
It’s what makes them the perfect and deadliest predators alive.
That’s also the reason they’re still hunted. Even after all this time, when suspicion has died down, there are those who wish to see them all become extinct. People like my father. Evan has made it clear that he’s following in our family’s footsteps. What I can’t understand is why our family’s history was kept from me growing up. Does Clio know, or is she as oblivious as I was and still partly am? There’s so much I don’t understand. So much that I’m questioning, about who I am and where I come from. Part of me still thinks that all this talk of hunters and hybrids is nothing more than silly fairy tales, but I can’t deny what I’ve seen. What I’ve heard. Much of my childhood is better explained now that I have started gaining missing pieces of the puzzle.
“You’re awake,” Weylen grumbles next to me, his arm tightening on my waist, drawing me in even closer. “It’s too early.” I can’t help the smile that flickers across my face. It isn’t early. The clock on the nightstand says it’s nearly noon, but I guess if you’re the nocturnal type, this is still morning.
“I’m hungry,” I tell him, shoving at his mammoth of an arm. Who needs this many muscles? A wicked grin spreads across Weylen’s lips before I suddenly find myself on my back, staring up at him. I squeak at the sudden change in position, my hands coming up against his chest. I don’t push. I simply rest them there, allowing myself to feel him.
This is a man who is built for sex. Hell, if I were to imagine a gender-bent Aphrodite, this is how he would look.
“So am I,” he purrs. There’s a twinkle of mischief in his eye as he pulls the covers back from my body. “You don’t get to eat until I’ve had my breakfast.” He peppers kisses along my face, creating a trail of heat and desire as he makes his way down my body. Weylen shifts my legs so they’re over his shoulders and I’m completely exposed to him. I’m sore from their fucking last night, but I won’t stop this. I can’t, because I’ve come to realize that I need this from them. To feel wanted, even if it’s for nothing more than my body.
Is it healthy to think this way? No, but I’ll send them my therapy bill when this is all said and done.
I moan when Weylen drags his tongue up my inner thigh. His teeth graze the sensitive flesh, and he lets out a low growl when my body trembles at the feeling.
“I’m going to enjoy my meal this morning,” he groans just before his tongue licks up my pussy.
“Weylen…”
He smirks against my skin before circling my clit with his tongue, teasing me with small, short strokes that leave me panting his name and begging for more. His tongue dips down to my entrance, teasing the outside before he pushes into me, fucking me with his mouth.
“Please…” I beg, my hips arching off the bed, seeking more from him.
Weylen pulls away, his eyes boring into mine. “Please what, little lamb?”
Swallowing back the lump in my throat at the desire pooling in his hazel eyes, I bite down on my lip before finally giving him what I know he wants.
“Please, sir, make me come.”
“Good girl.” He moves his hand between my legs, ghosting his thumb over my clit before removing it. Fucking tease. I tighten my legs, pushing my pussy back into his face, silently begging him for more. There is a smile on his face as he leans in, his tongue stroking my clit while two fingers begin to pump into me relentlessly.
“So good,” I moan, my eyes never leaving his. Within minutes, he has me on the edge, his gaze on me. He looks hot as hell on his knees for me, a god worshiping his supplicant.
“Look at you, dirty girl,” he praises, one hand coming up to grip my chin, turning me toward the mirror on the dresser. “Fucking beautiful. Flushed body, wet pussy. Nipples as hard as diamonds.” I shriek when he twists one of them harshly before a moan takes its place. This is wrong, but oh so good.
“Please…” I bite down on my lip harshly.
“You want to come, dirty girl?” he asks. Heat suffuses my cheeks, but I nod. His eyes darken at my response, and before I can even think, he sucks on my clit, one of his fangs grazing the bundle of nerves, and sends me ricocheting over the edge.
I scream his name as I come on his tongue, my eyes falling closed as the tsunami of pleasure coasts over me in waves, leaving me breathless.
“That’s right, baby,” he groans. “Scream my name as I worship your pussy.” I barely come down from the first high when he slaps my clit, and I fall once again.
When I’ve come down, Weylen gently removes my legs from his shoulders and places a gentle kiss on my lips. I taste myself on him. Am I supposed to like it? I’m unsure, but ultimately, the taste isn’t bad, just foreign.
“Such a good girl,” he croons as he stands and goes to the bathroom. I hear the sink running, and then he comes back with a washcloth to gently clean me up. The act is so intimate that unshed tears collect on my lashes.
How can someone so callous and cold also be so tender and caring?
