After, I climb my way up to him, pulling myself to my feet, to kiss him deeply. Fiercely. That wakes him up. With his lips on mine, tongue inside my mouth, the remnants of his bitter release swirling between us. He pushes me back until I’m on the bed and he’s on top. I’m tearing at his shirt as he’s ripping off my bra and knickers. His trousers are shrugged off and I can see he’s instantly hard again in no time at all.
“No,” he says, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head. “I need those claws away,” he grits out, his knees knocking my thigh apart, easing his cock between my dipping, aching folds. And then he’s inside me, filling me completely. He slowly rocks his hips as he holds me down, making me squirm with frustration. The pace is not my ideal but I have no choice, and that annoys me.
“I just let you use my mouth,” I snipe at him. “You don’t get to dictate how you fuck me too.”
“I’ll do what the fuck I like,” he scoffs, thrusting slowly again but this time deeper. “You keep taunting me, pushing me to the fucking edge. What did you think was going to happen?”
I’m so wet, my body doesn’t protest when he bottoms out inside of me. I lie there and take it for a few punching strokes, enjoying the feeling of being used this way too. And then I lose it. I’m done playing nice.
“Fuck me properly,” I snap. When he doesn’t speed up, I scowl and bridge my hips trying to buck him off, and I almost do. But he wraps his arms and legs around me and latches his mouth on mine. His mouth consumes me as we tumble in the bed, wrestling, trying to get one up on each other. Until I manage to get away, bruising his lips with my teeth, biting his ear, and scratching his back until he pins me beneath him.
“I said no claws,” he snaps, pinning my hands back onto the bed.
“Go fuck yourself,” I say with a vicious smile.
He snarls and flips me over, pushing my face down into the soft pillows, managing to angle his hips behind me so he can thrust into me again, drilling me into the bed.I push back, moving to meet his as he fucks into me. The thick length of him, filling me completely, is enough to send me over the edge.
As Dino holds me down, one hand threaded through the hair on my scalp, the other dug into my waist, I come, gripping the sheets, panting, the air ripped out of my lungs, while he jerks his hips harder and harder, driving deeper and deeper. He gives one last thrust. Then he finally comes too, his warmth spreading into me, dragging the heat and pleasure deep into my body.
We lie there later with him draped over me, keeping me close. He hasn’t said a word since we both came, and neither have I. I’m not ready to talk or do whatever energy-sucking thing is required of me next. I just want to be here and stare at nothing, letting the heat of his body shield me from the buzz beneath my skin and the darkness lurking where there should be a soul.
I must have fallen asleep because when I come to and open my eyes, it’s dark, and I’m suffocating under the heat of the covers…and Dino. He’s wrapped around me, his face barely inches from mine. The sound of his breathing, deep and even, is what tells me he’s fast asleep. My phone is on the side table lit up from a recent message. Shifting slightly, I reach for it but Dino’s arm tightens around me as if to keep me from vanishing. I wait in the darkness, filling my lungs as he does, waiting until he relaxes.
I don’t want to wake him up.
Another message flashes on the screen. It’s probably Lorcan demanding to know what the hell is going on. I wait, counting the seconds that turn into minutes as Dino’s breathing evens out. And only then do I ease out of Dino’s embrace and the bed.
I’m too hot anyway.
I slip out of the covers, snatching a dressing gown from the end of it, and walk over to open a window. The cool air instantly soothes me as it caresses up my robe, playing over any exposed skin. But it’s a soft kind of stroke, one that isn’t jarring. Usually, I need to freeze my ass off on nights like this to remind me that I’m still alive. Killing isn’t enough, and it hasn’t been for a very long time, so the cold keeps the need that crawls over my skin under control.
Dante understands, he needs to feel alive just as much as I do. When you’re dead inside, it’s a damn requirement.
But….
Lately….
The hunger has been sated by other things.
I glance at Dino, letting the unexpected tug in the pit of my stomach stir and then steel down my spine. Like a monster creeping through the shadows, I watch him sleep, enjoying the way he looks when he’s not pissed at me. Like I could eat him alive.
My phone lights up, screaming silently at me. With a sigh, I move away from the window to pick it up. It’s Lorcan, only about fifteen times. I read every message and then send him one back that it’s all under control. I slip the handset into my gown pocket where there’s also a syringe that I prepared earlier.
As I stand over Dino, I let my gaze run over his sleeping form, holding the needle between my fingers still hidden in the pocket. I could very easily slip a needle into his vein and keep him out of harm’s way until all this is over. But if I do that, it’s over. He will never ever trust me again.
Never.
I’m not an idiot.
I know enough about human relationships to know that he would not take that kind of treatment very well. Especially after I stabbed him. Dino needs to trust me.
And I have to trust him.
I let go of the needle.
His eyes fly open, even though there’s no sound in the bedroom but our breaths and the wind as it whispers in from the open window.
“What the—” His gaze narrows as he sits up slowly and deliberately. “Why the fuck are you watching me sleep like a stalker?” His eyes burn into mine, and then a quick flick of his gaze left—to the gun on the dresser.