“Like I said,” Henry says. “We will handle that at a different time, but I did not approve of any of my men making any moves for any reason. They were barred from engaging, so I do not mind if you handle him. It’s less work for me if you do.”
“Then it’s settled,” Soren says. “Contact Vaughn, and we will get Greg from you. I just ask that he is alive.”
“Deal,” Henry says. Soren stands and pulls me up with him, and Henry does, too. “It was good to see you, Talia.”
I keep my head down, and I haven’t stopped shaking. I’m afraid to speak because some part of myself is terrified that I will be punished for being too loud. Too happy. Too much. He always said I was too much.
When we start to walk out, I am practically dragging Soren out the door. I want to get as far away from Henry as I can. I am hyperventilating by the time we get into the car, and panic has fully set in. Everything sounds tunnelled, and the world is spinning around me. Soren takes my face between his hands and presses his forehead to mine.
“You did it, Bunny. You faced him. I’m so proud of you,” he whispers. “I am so fucking proud to be your mate, Talia. You hear me? You did it.”
“I can’t breathe,” I gasp.
“I know, baby. Slow breaths,” he says, still holding me. “Match your breathing with mine. You’re okay.”
I force my breathing to slow down, and I am still violently trembling as I take slow and steady breaths in and out. When I relax and pull back a bit, he kisses me. It’s gentle at first, but passion floods in and it takes everything in me not to climb into his lap.
“Baby, I will fuck you senseless, right here in broad daylight,” he grunts. “But we should avoid letting ourselves be vulnerable with Henry so close by.”
He nods in front of us, and I turn to see that Henry is watching us from not too far away. I sink into the seat a bit, and Soren shifts the car into gear.
I don’t relax, even once we get to the house. I am so mentally exhausted that Soren takes me upstairs and we lie in bed together. He has us naked and facing one another, but he has his arms wrapped around me, and my face is buried in his chest. I am desperately trying to calm myself down, but I can’t. I am squirming and completely restless. I readjust and nuzzle into his neck, but then immediately feel the urge to bite down on him. I hesitate for a moment, feeling too shy, but then I just go for it. This bond is the most comforting thing in my life, so I let it lead me.
When I bite down on Soren’s neck, he groans and rolls to his back before sitting up. I automatically start stroking his cock as I bite down harder. Soren grunts when I start sucking, feeding from him. I truly don’t understand, but I don’t stop myself, andhe encourages me by gently dragging his hand up and down my thighs. Needing to be closer, I lift myself up and position his cock at the entrance of my pussy before slowly lowering.
“Fuck,” I groan and pull away to let my head tip back. He kneads and squeezes my breasts as I start bouncing on his cock. I slam his cock as deep inside of me as I can and moan with every movement. His blood is on my face, running down my neck, and I gasp when he bites my breast without his fangs so hard that I bleed. When he slowly licks the wound, the pain dulls and disappears. He does it to the other as I start moving faster and taking him harder, and he heals me each time he bites me.
At one point, he reaches over and picks something up from the nightstand, and I open my eyes to see that it’s a pocket knife. I am still bouncing on his cock, desperately chasing an orgasm, and he digs the knife into my chest. He makes a cut down my sternum, and I am panting as I watch the blood run down my body. It feels like fire, but then he drags his tongue across the cut, sealing it as though it never existed.
I take the knife from him and make a cut along the junction of his neck and shoulder, moaning when I cover the spot with my mouth and drink him. He growls and moves me to my belly. I am on my knees, and I have them spread so far apart that I am resting on my elbows still. He can easily ram into me, making us both moan.
“Fuck, this tight little cunt,” he growls.
“Harder,” I moan. “Please, hard.”
“I’m sorry for this,” he grunts and bites down on my neck, sinking his fangs into me. I gasp and relax a bit, just in time for him to pull out of my pussy and shove into my ass. The moan that comes out of me is more like a scream, and he pounds into me as hard as he can while feeding from my neck. I grip onto the blanket and stay up on my elbows, but he has my hips pushed down so he can straddle my legs as he ruthlessly fucks me.
I vaguely hear the bedroom door open, but it doesn’t faze either of us. Soren continues to fuck me as if our lives depend on it, and whoever it is can wait.
By the time Soren comes, I am exhausted from coming so many times that my body is relaxed on the bed. Soren gently kisses my back after cleaning me. “Sleep, my sweet mate. I’ll wake you when it’s time for him to die,” Soren says softly, kissing my cheek after pulling a blanket over me. I am so cozy that I fall asleep before he even leaves the room.
Chapter Eighteen
Soren
In love doesn’t beginto explain what I am—I am addicted to Talia. She is everything I’ve needed in this life, and all the ones before. I watch her for a moment to make sure she is asleep before stepping out of the room.
“Sorry for interrupting,” Vaughn says. “I see you two are getting along better.”
“Yeah,” I say. “Yeah, we are getting along great.”
“I’m glad, man,” Vaughn says with a genuine smile. No sarcasm or jokes.
“Greg here?” I ask.
“Yep. He’s down in the . He’s already cried twice."
“You fucked him, didn’t you?” I ask, chuckling as we walk down.
