Fuck who hears us; they know that she is mine.
“Harder. Thorin, please,” she whimpers.
I lower my body, lining up along hers, her tits pressed against my chest. My arms bracket her in, my lips pressing to hers. My cold skin against her heated one makes her hiss, and I bite back a smile.
She moans, heady and crazed, as I fuck her hard. My girl begs me for more, so I give her more. We are riding the edge; all I want to do is fall into the darkness with her.
Her eyes connect with mine again, and her lips part, my name a whimper. I grind down, my pelvis pressing against her clit with each thrust. She meets me thrust for thrust, as I slam into her like a crazed man.
Her nails dig deeper, and I hiss at the slight pain. That makes her grin as I press forward harder, filling her completely.
“You like a little darkness, huh, baby?” She nods, arching her neck at me, inviting me to bite, to feed off her.
“Bleed me.”
A growl rips from me at the same time as my fangs sink into her skin without a second thought.
“Oh,” she moans low in her throat.
I can feel her heartbeat through the vein in her neck; her heart is one in a million, and it needs to keep beating for as long as possible.
Her blood flows into my mouth, but I am in better control than I was when I was feeding to clear the poison. Now I am doing it for pleasure.
“I am going to come,” she cries out as her pussy tightens around my cock, sucking me in deeper.
I pull back, licking across her neck, before looking at her to see her face while she comes on my cock. I keep fucking her but work my hips at a slower pace, drawing out her orgasm as she milks me.
“Come, Thorin. I want it,” she pants.
I do just that; with one last hard thrust, I bury myself as far as I can go and come. Filling her with my empty seed. I learned many fucking moons ago that I cannot get any human or supernatural pregnant.
My girl is panting beneath me, and I smile down at her. I like seeing her with a lazy smile on her face, her cheeks flushed pink.
“That was worth the wait.” I chuckle, my gaze drifting to the puncture marks on her neck. Leaning in, I kiss them, licking and sealing them so they heal.
The contact makes her stiffen briefly, then she relaxes, her gaze touching mine.
“Sorry,” she mutters, looking away, the dreamy look gone from her face.
“You have nothing to be sorry for. I fucked up, not you.” I kiss her gently.
Another thing that I do not fucking do with anyone. I may have fucked and fed, but kissing was always for my mate.
“I like you kissing me.” I kiss her again, before pulling out.
When I lie next to her, she gasps, looking down her body.
“We didn’t use a condom.” Pulling her body to me, I hook her thigh over mine.
“Baby, I cannot get you pregnant.”
“You can’t?” I’m shaking my head.
“No. I am the undead, remember?” I grin, kissing the top of her head.
“Oh, okay.”
“You don’t sound too mad about that,” I comment.
