It is a tone that carries desire and need.
A need for me.
He grits his teeth in pain as I remove the oversized T-shirt, leaving me in just a pair of pink lace panties and matching bra. His eyes scan my body, taking in every inch, and I feel his eyes all over me. My nipples pebble, and my pussy clenches at the way he is looking at me.
“Fuck, baby, you are beautiful.” He crooks his finger at me, beckoning me to him.
I sit on the bed at his hip, my eyes moving to his thick, hard cock resting on his flat, toned stomach.
“You are not so bad yourself, handsome.”Holy shit, is that my voice?
It is husky, thick with arousal.
Skin to skin, at the hip, Thorin reaches for my hand, using it to pull me closer.
“This is not how I wanted to do this for the first time.” He winces.
“Maybe not, Thorin, but you need fresh blood, and I will not stand by and let you use anything or anyone other than me. So we do this, or I walk for good.”
He sighs. “I know.” He releases my hand and pulls himself up into a seated position, wincing as he does.
“Come sit.” He gestures between his legs, and I know that this is a big moment for us both.
Taking a deep breath, I move to where he wants me.
16
Thorin
As my blood pumps the poison around my body, the woman about to sit between my legs has my cock pulsing with the need to be buried inside of her.
Even in my sluggish state, she has me turned on. It is the mating bond that is calling through the toxic shit that is inside me.
My gaze tracks her every move as she crawls up the bed, looking like the temptress that she is. Her lust-filled eyes are fixed on me as she moves on her hands and knees, her perfect tits trapped in her bra, but the weight has them looking delicious.
If I was not close to losing consciousness, I would pull them into my mouth and savor them.
Her body moves like it was made to tempt me, and fuck, I am here for that.
Moving into position, her lace-covered ass presses against my hard-on, dragging a hiss from me. She looks over her shoulder, giving me a coy look before turning to face forward.
Raising my hand up, I sweep her hair off her neck, my gut knotting in pain and an emotion I am not familiar with.
Anxiety.
For fuck’s sake, I am an alpha vampire. A strong ass motherfucker who is feared, yet feeding from my woman has my gut all tied up.
When my fingertips graze her skin, she shivers. An intake of breath makes me smile. The fragrance from her hair wafts up my nose, making me groan, the scent invading me, trying to make me lose control, but I know that I cannot.
I can see and hear her heart beating fast in her chest, but I only smell arousal and no fear, which helps. I love that I can hear her heartbeat; it means that she is alive and well. The idea of her heart stopping makes me sick to my stomach; I want my girl to have a long, healthy life.
“I will only take enough to fight off this poison,” I inform her.
“No, take everything you need to get strong again.”
“Fuck, baby.”
“Do it, baby.” Her voice is steady, yet low, husky even.
