I nod but do not say anything.
Her words hurt.
I am tired of being hurt, of being used as a fucking human punching bag.
Both Thorin and I have a lot to talk about, and if he gets through whatever the hell is happening out there, we need to take the time to talk it out, not just fuck. Albeit, the sex is on a whole new level for us, bringing us closer together, but we also need to clear the air.
Skyla reaches for a bottle of vodka off the shelf, hitting a glass off at the same time.
Something in me reacts.
I catch the glass.
My eyes widen as I look at the tumbler. With a still shocked expression, I look to Skyla, who is looking at me with an equally shocked look on her face.
“How the fuck did you catch that?”
“No clue.” My voice is low and full of awe.
“You are human, right?” she jokes, collecting another glass and adding some vodka to it.
My gaze snaps to hers, frowning.
“What do you mean?” I offer her the glass, and she pours in some of the clear liquid.
“Babe, that was some superhuman speed right there. No way would I or anyone else have caught that,” she explains.
“But how?”
She shrugs, then winces. “Shit.”
“What? Fuck, tell me.” I reach for her.
Shaking her head. “Camo’s anger spiked. It sometimes makes my head hurt.”
“Does he know this?”
“Yeah. He also gets some abdominal pain when I am having a period.” She laughs, but there is no humor to it.
She is worried about her Ol’ Man, and hell, I am worried, too. No titles have been made public between us yet. Yeah, he kissed me but that means nothing to a lot of club members or the supernatural world.
Thorin has to claim me, bond with me like vampires are meant to be, and then do the Blood Oath of the club.
Yet another thing to add to the list of things to bring up to him.
“Sweets, you said that you have tasted his blood, right?” I nod. “Multiple times.” I nod again, swallowing thickly in anticipation of what her guess will be.
“From what Camo had told me about Thorin, he never lets women feed off him.” She stops.
“Why?” I am almost afraid of what she will tell me, but I need to know.
“The reason he won’t let anyone feed from him is because if a vampire’s blood is in a human’s system when they die, they turn,” she informs me.
Why had that never occurred to me before? I have read vampire romance books before, and that little piece of information has never popped up. Yet Thorin let me lick his blood and suck it into my mouth.
Fuck.
My pussy pulses. Bad fucking timing.
