“Fine.” Looking at each of the men, knowing this will probably be the last time I see them, “Can one of you take me back to my place, please?” are my parting words before moving across the room.
“DELANEY.” His voice is strained.
Turning to look at him lying helpless on the sofa, this strong stubborn alpha vampire looking lost and in agony, his face pinched from the pain and the idea of me leaving. I keep my face neutral, not giving away how much seeing him like this is killing me, or how much his refusal breaks my heart.
I say nothing as we stare at each other. All kinds of emotions flood his face, while he clenches his jaw.
His hand grips at his thigh, and I have to fight with everything in me to stay where I am, even though every fiber of my being is telling me to go to him.
With a jerky nod, he gives in.
“Thank fuck,” Rush mutters, moving to Thorin.
“Bring him to his room,” is all I say, spinning on my heel and strutting back to his room.
My fists clench at my sides, my pussy fluttering at what is about to happen. I have wanted him to feed on me for years, take me as his, but he never did; he held back at every turn.
Now he doesn’t have a choice, but instead of me running and refusing, I am going to be petty and show him what he has been missing.
“You are a stubborn prick, brother,” Camo says from behind me.
“Takes one to know one, dick.” Thorin’s words are slow.
Shaking my head at their banter, I push open the door and quickly adjust the bedding. Stepping back, I watch as they lay him on the bed, making sure he is comfortable.
They may be hardened bikers, but they do take care of each other and the ones they love. They may be a club, but deep down, they are a family as well.
“He is all yours, babe.”
“Not your ‘babe’,” Thorin growls, earning me a wink from Camo.
“Whatever you say, brother. Delaney, take good care of him. If you need anything, call out.” I nod, and they leave. I close the door behind them.
My heart is beating erratically against my rib cage, my breathing faster than normal. The anticipation rolls through me as I turn to face Thorin.
“Come here, baby.” His voice is low and husky.
I scan his body as I move closer, seeing the blood-soaked denim and the big bulge at his crotch. Licking my lips, I stop at his feet, pulling off his boots and socks.
“We need to get you out of these clothes,” I state, keeping my voice strong and firm.
His lips kick up at the corner. “I have so many things I could say about you wanting me naked, but I think that would earn me a punch.”
Shaking my head, I ignore him and reach for his belt. With nimble fingers, I undo the belt and the zipper, popping the button. With a little struggle as he cannot help me much, Iremove his pants, my breath hitching seeing that he has no underwear on.
A gasp escapes me seeing the blood coat his skin, mixed with black vein-looking strands sprouting from the wound.
I bring my gaze to his, and he is watching me intently, waiting for what I will do or say next. Licking my lips, my chest heaves, lust swirling within me. Even looking as ill as he does, he is fucking hot.
He looks at me, not saying anything but watching my every move.
The room is thick with tension.
“How do you want to do this?” I ask.
He looks at me, his eyes turning red, but I think that is desire more than anger.
“Strip,” he says, and his deep voice makes my breath hitch.
