I take my time with her, licking and sucking until she’s riding my face.
“Fuck, Hendricks. Just like that,” she says, gripping my hair in her hands.
I stick my tongue up inside her and she shudders around me, orgasming all over my mouth. I lap up every last drop as she rides it out. But before she has a chance to take a breath, I’m straddling her and shoving my cock inside her slowly. Barbell by barbell, letting her feel every single ridge. She inhales as she adjusts to my size until I’m fully seated inside of her. Her legs are spread wide, and I slide myself out, then back in again filling her up with every inch of me.
“Fuck, I love being able to do this with you. To feel you like this,” I tell her.
I fuck her slow, taking in every expression that crosses her face and committing them to memory. I love seeing what she likes, what she needs, and then giving her exactly what it is she craves. It’s intoxicating being with her like this and it just works so effortlessly. My body moves with hers like it meant to.
“You feel so fucking good,” I say. “Like you were made for me.” Gone are my doubts that she’s going to run from us. Now that she sees exactly who we are. She could have screamed right in our faces and ran. But she didn’t. She stayed. She stayed, and she’s right here where she’s supposed to be. Pinned under my cock, moaning my name as I fuck her so good she’ll never want to leave.
We roll together then, so she’s riding me. I can see her every curve like this as I thrust up into her tight, wet pussy.
“Bite me,” she says sounding breathless.
She’s so close. I can feel it. She’s squeezing down on me so tight that I feel like I’m about to burst inside of her right this second.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I say, latching onto her neck with my teeth and puncturing her sweet skin. The metallic taste of her blood floods my senses and I use my vampire speed to vibrate my cock up inside her.
She loses it then and comes all over my cock with a scream on her lips. A hot jolt of pleasure zips down my spine and then I’m coming, filling her with my seed and drinking her blood. I stop myself before I take too much, licking her wounds clean and making sure they close.
She looks at me with such adoration that I know in my heart, that I fucking love her.
I kiss her lips and let her roll back to collect herself.
When I come back to reality, the sound of birds chirping reaches my ears, and I instinctively freeze. Dawn isn’t far off, and we have to get back. Shit. I hurriedly throw my clothes back on and rouse Maverick. He looks groggy as hell, and I make a mental note to get that werewolf wound checked out.
“Mav, we have to go. Sunrise,” I tell him.
“Fuck,” he says, stumbling to follow me.
Lydia dresses quietly but quickly beside us.
We make it to her cabin and then down into the tunnels just in time before the sun’s rays crest over the trees.
We might not have a definitive answer on where all of us will go from here, but knowing that she’s still here, still wanting to even be around us means fucking everything. It means we have a chance. And I let myself feel hope for the first time in a long time.
Chapter 23
Jack
My hands are bound tightly and lifted above my head by a chain. My feet are spread wide and are shackled at the ankle. I can’t move or fight if I wanted to. And fuck, does that piss me off. I don’t know how much time has passed since I’ve been taken prisoner, but every once in awhile I’m brought a stale piece of bread and some dirty water to drink.
I haven’t seen that bitch, Melinda, since she instructed her lackeys to take me. From where I’m at, though, I can sometimes overhear them talking. Tonight, they plan on kidnapping Lydia to use as a sacrifice, thus enacting a curse on this land that transmutes all our collective power and life force into Melinda’s grasp. That fucking cunt bag not only wants to hurt Lydia, but all of us here at Nightmare Acres.
She’s already started distributing a sleeping potion amongst the monsters and that scares the hell out of me. If everyone is out of commission, then how the fuck are we supposed to stop her?
They’ve gathered the last of the ingredients needed for their ritual and are counting down the moments, devising a plan on how to get Lydia alone.
The thing about Nightmare Acres is that it’s rife with spilled blood. Making it a powerful place for her to conjure the curse.Blood magic alone is already more potent than regular magic, from what I gather from their whispered conversations. But since there’s so much that has seeped into the dirt over the years, it’s the perfect conduit for Melinda to kill us all. Taking our immortality would render her unstoppable.
There’s nothing I can do to stop it, and my worst fears of having another person I care about taken from me are coming to fruition right in front of my eyes.
To pass the time, I keep my brain busy with memories of my children. Mary’s first steps. Nathaniel’s first word which was, ‘Dada’. Then my thoughts shift to ones of Lydia. How much I’ve fallen for her in such a short time. The fact that this witch wants to use her for her own sick, power-hungry agenda fuels me with rage.
Whatever powder she used to subdue me also made it impossible to transform into my monster form, though, I keep trying periodically. It’s got to wear off at some point, or at least I hope it will.
The chains sit tightly around my wrists, and I can no longer feel my arms. I just hope that Maverick and Hendricks will keep her safe.
