Page 18 of Protected by the Vampire

Flawlessly otherworldly.

After undoing each button of his shirt, I leaned in and kissed his shoulder as I pushed the material down his arms.

He let out a quiet sound—something between a sigh and a restrained groan—and my grip tightened on the fabric as I removed it completely.

“Mine,” I muttered, more to myself than him.

Soren’s fingers curled into my tee, tugging me closer. “Yours,” he echoed, voice rough and edged with something sharp that made my pulse kick harder. His fangs peeked when he spoke, and instead of fear, all I felt was a rush of adrenaline and need.

I’d seen a lot of wild shit in my life. None of it compared to this.

And still, I wasn’t scared.

How could I be? The world had just given me someone to love for the rest of my life. Someone who would love me just as fiercely in return.

There may be hard times. Tense times. But we’d deal with it, coming out stronger in the end. That I already believed.

He was something special.

A gift, just for me.

Christ, how’d I get so fucking lucky?

I moved my hands over him slowly, like I was mapping each area—his shoulders, his chest, the perfect lines of his body. He watched me the whole time, eyes dark and blown wide, tracking every movement.

“Tell me what you need,” I said, voice lower now, steadier than I felt.

His gaze flicked to my throat. Hunger flashed in his eyes, and my body responded instantly, a mix of tension and anticipation coiling tight in my gut.

But what was even stronger was the need to give him everything.

“You,” he simply said. “All of you.”

Yeah. That I could do.

I cupped the back of his neck and brought him in, our foreheads pressing together for a second before I closed the rest of the distance. The kiss was soft to start, then grew into a claiming.

His lips parted under mine. He gripped me tighter, dragging me closer until there wasn’t a sliver of space left between us. He removed my cut and tee to get his cool touch on me. A shiver rolled over my body and my cock throbbed.

I wanted inside him.

Needed it.

The world outside the room vanished. Like there was no club. No brothers. No supernatural bombshells.

It was just him. Us.

Soren’s breath hitched when I walked us to the bed until the backs of his knees met the frame. He went down slowly, never breaking eye contact. Reaching out, I brushed my fingers through his silky, long locks, and he released a low moan.

Leaning over, I brushed my mouth along his jaw, then down the line of his throat, feeling the way his trembling body reacted beneath me.

When I reached the spot where his pulse would’ve been if he were human, I licked and sucked over the spot. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and tugged.

“Theo,” he breathed.

“What are you after, babe?” I asked, scraping my blunt teeth against his skin.

His groan was raw and filled with need. “I want to feed from you while you fuck me.”