down while my arms drape around him to keep him close. His hand strokes my cock in time to me rising and falling. His lips move from my cheek down to my neck as he licks and sucks a moment before his fangs slice into me. I groan as I drop down on his cock, instantly forgetting everything I’m doing as I desperately grab onto him. My fingers tighten on his back as pleasure rushes through my entire body. I feel like it’s too much. Too much stimulation with his cock deep inside me, his hand stroking me and this overwhelming pleasure of his bite. I want to pull back, overwhelmed, but I also want to sink into it because it feels so fucking good.
Once he releases me, he thrusts up into me and I groan. And as I try to handle the pleasure of it all, I begin to move again. I’m so close to the edge, his bite always drives me there so quickly, that I dig my nails into him as my body aches for release.
“Feel good?” he murmurs against my neck.
“Too good,” I whisper.
He chuckles as he shifts forward until I’m on my back, beginning to thrust hard into me as I just give myself over to him. He isn’t rough, but I feel so sensitive to his touch as the pleasure from the bite slowly begins to drain and the ecstasy of him inside me drives it back up.
“There,” I groan as he hits that sweet spot inside me that makes me throw back my head as I come. He grabs on harder, his hand not stopping yet as his hips drive into me. He thrusts a few more times, also caught up in whatever my blood seems to do to him. He groans as his cock pulses inside me while he comes.
He lifts my hand to his mouth and kisses my fingers as he slowly pulls out of me and drags me up against him. I’m breathing hard, wondering if I’d even remembered to breathe ever since the bite. But I lean into him and close my eyes, just wanting to feel him and forget everything else that’s happening around me.
Chapter Twenty-One
FINN
When I wake up, I’m confused. I feel dizzy, like the world is spinning around me as I force my eyes to open. Have eyelids always been this heavy?
I want to sit up. Something in my body is telling me that I have to get up. I have to get away. But why?
That’s when I remember my mother getting me from school. She was taking me home… no… ice cream… or was it home? What was happening?
Where am I?
There’s throbbing in my leg and I remember it being pinned between the door and the console.
That’s right. There was a car accident and I’m in the hospital.
I must feel fuzzy because of the pain medication.
I close my eyes again and for a moment, I just feel like I’m floating. If I try moving, pain spikes into my leg and my head is pounding, but if I lie perfectly still, everything evens out and becomes dull.
I can handle a dull ache.
That’s the moment I remember my mother, body limp. Is she dead?
I open my eyes again and look around before realizing that this doesn’t look like a hospital room. I’m on some type of pad or mat. The light’s so dim, I can barely see anything as I sit up and my world shifts and turns. I choke back nausea as I look for something I can use to call for help, but I see nothing near me. No call light, no person.
Where’s Orin? Why isn’t Orin here?
“Orin?” I whisper, mouth unbelievably dry. “Orin?”
This isn’t right. The light is dim, but I can tell this isn’t right. Am I not fully awake? The ache in my body as I sit up tells me I’m awake.
The door opens and I still. This horrible feeling hits me as an overwhelming sense of terror consumes me. I feel like I’m weak. Too horribly weak when confronted by this aura. What is happening?
A man steps inside the room and my body instantly tells me I need to run.
It’s such an odd feeling. I’ve been around vampires for years. Most of Orin’s friends are vampires and Mom would even bring vampires around every now and then, but this is different. This man… feels different.
And I don’t know if it’s the pain, the dizziness, or something else, but I know, more