Dipping my head, my lips brush against her skin. My hand slips around her throat, gripping gently.
“Tighter,” she moans.
“Fucking perfect,” I croon before licking the skin where I intend to sink my fangs into.
Her body is vibrating with need. Her hands grip my bare thighs as she rocks her lower half, rubbing herself against my cock. I need to do this to save my life, but also to show her what she means to me.
I need her to know that she is strong enough for me, and that I do not think so low of her, like she believes. This one act will correct that.
I snarl, sinking my teeth into her neck.
She lets out a soft sharp gasp, the sound going straight to my dick.
Her blood seeps into my mouth, fueling the pure need that I have for her. She gasps when I pull harder, then I lower one arm just below her breast, holding her to me. My hand on her throat tightens, making her body jolt as I suck harder.
More of her blood feeds me.
Pure intoxicating energy courses through me. Her blood is making me stronger, allowing me to fight the poison in my system. I feel the effects of the poison fading, so I slow my feeding.
“Thorin,” she pants.
Opening my eyes, I look down her body, seeing that one of her hands has slipped between us and into her panties, and she is rubbing her clit.
Fuck, she is getting off on me feeding from her.
Knowing that I have had enough, my strength coming back, and then some, I pull back, looking down at the two puncture marks I have left on her skin.
I wait for the guilt or panic to hit me, but it doesn’t— something else entirely hits me.
Possessiveness.
Obsession.
Protectiveness.
She is mine.
Something slams into place, and my cock craves her.
“My girl likes me feeding on her while she rubs her pretty pussy,” I state, and she nods.
Slipping my hand down her body, I pull down the material of her bra, tugging on her tight nipples.
“Oh God,” she whimpers softly, but I feel the depth of her arousal.
“I can smell you, baby. You wanted to come while I was feeding on your delicious blood.” I get another nod. “You taste so fucking good on my tongue, Delaney, and I bet you taste good everywhere.”
She keeps rubbing, her breathing rapid. Toying with her tits, she arches off the bed, her cries and whimpers making my cock leak.
“Come, baby. I want my turn,” I say close to her ear.
Like my voice is a detonator, she comes. My name is on her lips, as I watch her body go rigid, while her climax slams into her. She pants, writhing between my legs, adding fuel to the abundance of need I have for her.
Using my newly returned strength, I tug her body up over mine, settling her legs on either side of my hips, the lace of her panties rubbing against my hard cock.
“These have to go. I need to be inside you,” I growl, ripping the simple material from her body.
Her pupils are blown; she is locked and ready to fuck. My girl is as horny as I am, even after coming just seconds ago.
