All he sees is me.
Skyla and Camo leave; we stay on the spot.
With my heart hammering in my chest, I wait to see what he does, and thank fuck, he doesn’t keep me waiting.
Stepping into the room, he comes for me. His hands grip the backs of my thighs, lifting me off my feet, and my legs go around his trim waist as he turns and walks down the hall to his room here at the club.
“Need you,” is all he says as we enter his room, and hell, I need him too.
22
Thorin
Once I set my eyes on Delaney, and I see that she is okay, my need to have her grows.
While fighting, all I could think of was her, getting back to her.
Now seeing her, all I can think about is burying my cock deep in her cunt and tasting her blood on my tongue.
Moving to her, I pick her up, her perfect ass in the palms of my hands. Her sexy legs wrap around me, her heels digging into my ass.
“Need you,” I grunt, before lunging for her.
With a nod, her eyes glassy with lust, I move us to my room at vamp speed.
Using the same explosive need for her, I strip us both, not bothering to take my time. I need her naked; my need for her is ruling all thoughts right now.
Her eyes roam over my naked body, taking in every inch, and I do the same to her.
“She hurt you.” It is not a question as she spots the cut on my leg.
“No, a gnome.” The wound is already healing; the blood is dry on the skin.
Her eyes widen at my revelation, before a smile slips across her face.
“Tell me you killed the smelly thing.”
“I did.” I nod.
“They creep me out,” is all she says before her hands trail across her thighs, over her lower belly, up over her rib cage, my eyes tracking every inch she covers.
“Like what you see?” She bites her lip.
“Always have.” I step closer, my hands pulling hers from her body, placing them on my cock.
“You need my mouth, Thorin?”
“I do. On your knees.” She smirks, dropping to the floor.
Reaching for a small pillow, I drop it next to her and she nods, knowing what I want. When her knees are off the hard floor, I focus back on getting my cock in her mouth.
“Grip my cock, baby. Then spit on it.”
Hunger flashes in her eyes, telling me what I already know. My girl likes it dirty.
Her hands wrap around my cock, and I moan at the contact. Leaning in, she flicks her tongue over the tip, before sucking it into her mouth.
“Spit,” I say through gritted teeth.
