She needs me.
She will never have to ask, I will always be there. “Why don’t we find somewhere to rest? It’s been a long week, then we can figure out where we want to go next and I have an excuse to hold you.”
She throws me a look but doesn’t call me on my shit as she turns off the forest road and into what looks like an old, forgotten hotel. We head inside and she lets me pay for once, a testament to how she is feeling. She stands away from me as well, like she is still unsure how to act after what I found, so I purposely drag her closer and wrap my arms around her. She sniffs in derision but snuggles closer. My mate is a walking contradiction, but I wouldn’t want her any other way.
“Is there anyone else staying here?” I ask the old woman serving me, and she shakes her head.
Good. Don’t you think, Bella? As we tend to get loud and bloody...in fact.
I drop some more bills to cover the damage we will undoubtedly cause, and the woman grabs them with tears in her eyes in gratitude. “The farthest room, please.”
Bella snickers and elbows me to try and get free of my grasp, but we both know if she really wanted to, she could. So I hold her tighter, dropping a kiss on her head.
Stop wiggling against me, love, or I will bend you over the desk here and fuck you. The old lady can watch, I don’t give a fuck. Now behave, unless you want that…
She shivers against me and I grin. Oh, my little mate wants to play. She pushes back against me again, rubbing her ass across my hard cock and I tighten my grip on her. She doesn’t play fair, but then again, neither do I.
So, while the old lady is shuffling around the desk, entering details and getting the keys, I throw images into Bella’s mind of me fucking her. My face in her pussy, my cock in her mouth. Her thrown over the desk with her pert ass out as I smack it and force her to come in public. She begins to pant, wiggling in my grip and I grin, knowing I have her.
Not likely.
Fuck!
I stumble under the barrage of images she flings into my mind, my cock jerking in my pants and fangs descending as I fight not to take her here like I threatened.
Her head is thrown back as she rides me, blood running down her chest from puncture marks on her shoulder, then it flips to the next, my head between her legs as I feed from her thigh. Then the next, her on her knees right here, sucking my cock. It feels so real that I actually let out a groan.
I can play any game better than you can, vamp. Don’t test me or I will have you coming in your trousers here and then you can explain to the old lady why there’s come dripping onto her floor.
I laugh, I can’t help it, even as I bury my face in her hair to hide my fangs. My heart slams against my chest, so full it feels like it might crack, and I know our life together is going to be amazing. I can’t wait to experience it with her, sharing our journeys and adventures. It will unquestionably come with more stab wounds, but blood-stained, five thousand pound trousers are a little price to pay for the life and love she brings to me.
Pussy.
It floats into my mind, but I can hear the hope underneath, hope that maybe, just maybe, we will make it after all. Oh, Bella, if only she realised that she’s never, ever getting away from me. Guess I will have to remind her every day we are alive—one or two lifetimes with her will not be enough. But we will start there…
“Ah, sorry about that, this old computer is slow. Here is your key, room eighteen, go down this corridor and out the back door, then take the path and there is a little building there, that’s yours. It has a functioning kitchen and hot tub out back. Thank you for staying, you can ring me on the phone if you need anything.” I nod and accept the key.
“Thank you, love,” I tell her with a friendly grin, and the woman’s cheeks tint, her eyes flaring, and I cringe, realising I had been using charm. I’m so used to Bella not reacting I had forgotten.
A stab of pain goes through me, making me grunt and glance down to see her knife buried in my side.
Bella, you really must stop stabbing me.
She grins as she pulls the blade free, the metal coated with my blood, and turns her back to the lady to shield herself as she cleans it with a lick of her tongue, and slips it away again. I gape as she plucks the key from me and saunters down the corridor, leaving me bleeding and hard in front of the old lady.
I wrap my jacket tighter to cover the bleeding as I feel it stop and heal, and then I throw the woman a smile but her eyebrows raise as she looks at the tent in my pants. “Sorry, kid, I’m too old for you.” She shuffles off with a chuckle and I’m left gaping, yet again.
Women.
I follow after my mate. When I catch up I grab her. She yells and starts to fight me as I toss her over my shoulder and chuckle. Spanking her, I brush her mind with mine.
Stop fighting or I’ll throw you down and fuck you. You are lucky I am feeling possessive and don’t want anyone to see you scream my name as you come underneath me.
She pants, her hands running down my back and cupping my ass. Fuck it, I speed up, blurring until we are in the room, and then I fumble with the key. A need so strong to claim my mate is racing through me, and she is feeling it too. She moans, wiggling on my shoulder as I swear and finally get the key in the lock and rip open the door.
I throw her inside and lock the door behind me, not bothering to put on the lights. It’s dark, the curtains are closed, but I can see her perfectly and thanks to our bonding, she can see me too.
She doesn’t want to talk, that’s for sure. No, my mate wants to be reminded who she belongs to and to feel that I’m still hers. She doesn’t want soft or caring. She wants rough, hard, and to feel alive...I can do that.
She runs towards me and I meet her halfway. She wraps her legs around me and yanks my head to the side, her human teeth biting into my neck to get her frustration out. Yelling, I rip her away and toss her backwards into a table. She rolls over it and lands in a crouch, her eyes flaring gold now.
She wants to fight, she wants to fuck—well, so do I.
My eyes are black and I don’t hold back, knowing she can take it. Knowing she needs this, a way to let the anger out, to feel in control, to blow off steam.
She comes at me in a blur, faster than I’ve ever seen her move. Her body is a weapon, and I meet her head-on. I grab her as we fall to the floor with her on top of me. She bites my neck again and I grunt as I clutch her and roll so she’s underneath me. Tearing at her shirt, I leave it in tatters, but she wraps her legs around my neck and flips us and gets to her feet.
Looking down, she narrows her eyes and throws the shirt away, so she’s in nothing but her bra and jeans. I lick my lips and taste my blood there, my fangs cutting my lips. She watches the movement with lust coating her face.
Shedding my jacket, I fling it away and stride to her. She grabs my shirt and jerks, the buttons flying with audible clinks, and then her fingers are scratching down my bare back, cutting rivulets there.
Roaring, I pick her up, but she tries to bite my neck again. I entangle my hand in her hair and pull her head back until she can’t reach and then strike, burying my fangs in her neck. She screams, bucking against me as I swallow some of her delicious blood. It only tips me further over the edge of no return until we are just two animals fighting to fuck. Pulling my mouth away, I let her blood run down her shoulder and chest.
I blur us backwards and smash her into a dressing table. We hear the mirror crack and she grunts from the impact as I snatch one of her blades and cut away her jeans and rip off her panties, tossing the discarded material over my shoulder. She pulls off her bra so I can’t ruin it and tugs my head down, kissing me and tasting her blood.