He moves in, not giving me a warning as his teeth sink into the swell of my breasts, but I do not release his neck, letting the blood bond between us snap into its rightful place.
My orgasm floods my system, making me cry out against his throat, and he growls as his cock pulses inside of me, my own orgasm triggering his.
The connection carries between us, while we both ride out our climaxes; it is undeniable that we belong together, and that he was made for me.
“Wow,” I say, finally pulling off Thorin.
“Fuck, that was good,” he says, not even out of breath.
That is when I notice that I am not out of breath either. Pulling back, I see him grinning at me.
“All the stamina in the world, baby. It will take you some time to get used to some things. As you were turned, you can eat regular food like I can, but you will need to feed on blood, from me only.” He gives me a stern look, making me giggle.
“Only you, my mate.”
“Fuck, I like the sound of that, baby.” he kisses me, then pulls back. “I have something for you.”
He reaches for something on the bedside table, before turning back to me. in his hand is a stunning silver ring, with a black onyx heart in the center, and a silver sun symbol.
“This is a day-walker ring. You keep it on you all times, plus, you will get the tattoos of the symbol on you with a ink that is worked with magic.”
“It is beautiful.” I gasp, watching as he slides it on my ring finger.
“It is also my promise to you, baby. You are mine to love, to protect for all eternity.”
I nod. “You cannot get rid of me that easily, now Thorin Blackwood.”
We spend the rest of the twenty-four hours in his room, fucking and feeding, mapping out every inch of each other, even though we have all the time in the world.
I finally got what I have wanted and needed since I found Thorin. Now I get to keep him, for he is my mate, my lover and most of all, my protector.
Thorin Blackwood was a villain in my story for so long, and now he is my hero, but hey, we all still like a little villain in our men, don’t we?
Epilogue
Thorin
Delaney laughs at something Clark says to the group. I have no fucking idea what the fucker said; my focus is on my woman as she throws her head back, laughing.
Tonight she wearing black leather pants, with a bright red lace thin-strapped camisole, which makes her tits look mouthwatering. Since she was turned, Delaney has grown so much confidence and I love seeing it.
Every day she becomes stronger, handling being a vampire better than I expected of her. Seeing her like this has regret sitting heavy in my gut.
“She looks good, brother.” I nod to Winger, not taking my eyes off my woman.
“She does.”
“How is she taking to being a vampire?” he asks.
Finally pulling my gaze from Delaney, I look to my pres.
“Like she was made to be one. It comes naturally to her.”
“That is why she was chosen for you, Thorin. Delaney is one tough woman, and she will be a great mate for you.” I just nod. “The new club girl has been taken care of.”
The new club girl who was brought in by a prospect, was the one feeding the vampire and the Furies information. We spared the projects live, but the fucker will be on shit duty for a while, as for the girl, well like Pres said she has been handled.
I look back to my woman, knowing what I put her through, not thinking that she was strong enough for a man like me, sits heavy on me, but I know that with time, seeing her fucking blossom into a badass vampire chick as Izzy calls her, that feeling will fade.
