Page 48 of Into Oblivion
It sounds merciful, but this is my present to Soren for being so patient and trusting of me. I’m gifting him with a hunt.
It takes Soren a second to be able to sink his fangs into me, but when he does, he growls and sits up, dragging me onto the table to sit in his lap. I loop my arms around his neck and stroke his head as he feeds off me, quickly gaining strength.
“Run!” I shout at them, and they do. They nearly fall over each other to get away.
“Take what you need, Soren. I’m right here,” I say. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you.”
I slam on thebrakes in front of the house and lay on the horn. It’s late as hell, but I know they aren’t sleeping. They don’t know that the bond exists yet, but I do. I can feel how worried they have been, especially since the bond with Micah fell away when he turned mortal.
When I jump out of the truck that is actually Micah’s, I run around to Soren’s door. He fed from me enough to be able to get up and leave the house, but he has been in and out of consciousness since we got on the interstate. It took an hour to get home, but he needs to feed again. He is so fucking weak, so I need the guys to help me get him inside.
“Talia!” Vaughn shouts as he sprints out of the house. Diego, Caine, and Laurent are right behind him.
“I fed him enough to get him into the truck. He needs to feed again,” I say as Vaughn and Diego pull him out. Soren is so fucking out of it, but smiles at his friends. I’m still dressed in this nearly transparent dress, but that’s not my concern. We can address everything when he gains his strength back.
Vaughn pushes him down to sit on the couch before grabbing me into a hug so tight that I can’t breathe. “You are so fucking stupid. I’m proud of you. You are still fucking stupid, though.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I laugh as the others steal me away to hug me just as tightly. When I turn to Soren, his smile is so fucking sweet that it melts me. I climb into his lap and hold his face between my hands.
“Evil little bunny,” he says gently. “You scare me.”
“And Micah apparently,” I laugh. I look behind him and see Dad leaning against the kitchen door, watching us. He has a small smile on his face, but he looks so fucking proud.
“Thank you, Dad,” I say, glancing up at him. “Mom said hi.”
“Oh, yeah?” He laughs. “I’m sure it was worded a bit differently.”
“A bit,” I say with a smile.
“I have a lot to catch up on,” Soren mutters.
“First, you feed,” I say. “Now. Before you turn into an asshole.”
“Smartass,” he says, kissing me instead. “You smell like him.”
“Make me smell like you then, Mate.” I grin. “But stop your yapping and eat me. Literally, I guess.”
Soren shakes his head with a smile on his face, but then gently bites down on my neck. I sigh and melt into him as he holds me close. Vaughn, Diego, Laurent, and Caine stay close to us, and one of them is always rubbing my back while Soren feeds from me on the couch.
After a while, one of them drapes a blanket over my back, and Soren takes it as an opportunity to lift me up, so I can sink on his cock. The sigh of relief that comes out of both of us is filled with desperation, but I remain still. This moment isn’t about eroticism or fucking away unwanted feelings. It’s not even about getting off, but connecting. It’s the closest we can be, and it feeds his strength.
“They don’t know the bond exists with me,”I tell Soren through our bond.
“They will panic the moment they realize, so just let them have this moment,”Soren tells me as he feeds from my neck. “I could feel them comforting you, you know?”
“I’m sorry if I…”
“It helped me survive,” he interrupts. “It’s what gave me hope.”
After a while, Soren and I move to our bed, and he has me resume sitting with his cock buried inside of me, but he lies me across his chest. We stay like this for hours, just soaking in each other’s presence. When I slowly drift to sleep, the last thing I feel is a gentle kiss to the top of my head.
He isn’t feeding anymore, which means he has his strength, and now his focus is on me.
Chapter Thirty One
Soren
I held Talia againstmy chest until well into the morning. She slept so deeply, and I didn’t want to wake her. Around lunchtime, she moved herself over and curled up with her face buried in my pillow. I took this as an opportunity to shower, so I’ve been in here for at least an hour now.
