Chapter 14

Chapter

Fourteen

TALULLA

F lynn instantly cups my core as he parks his car, and at the touch, my hips start moving instinctively. We're in front of his building, and the way I feel right now is making me forget how wrong all this truly is. A vampire and a vampire hunter? This situation is so comical, yet here we are, incapable of keeping our hands off each other.

"So very greedy." He tightens his grip. My heart is beating faster than ever before. "Do you think I'll give you what you want so easily? So quickly?"

"Fine, whatever. I don't need this."

"Did you forget the part where I can smell your delicious desire? The part where just a few moments ago you were riding my hand as if it was the last thing you were going to do on this planet?"

My mouth shuts, and his lips curl up. "You want a minute to collect yourself? Take it because as soon as you're in my bed, you're going to beg me to fuck you," he whispers in my ear before nibbling my lobe, forcing a moan out of me.

"Cocky much?"

"I will ruin you."

"Ruin me. Ruin every other man for me."

"There won't be any other man, Talulla." His words are a sweet caress that turns into a warning. "And when I'm done with you, the moon won't be the satellite circling around you. I will be." Then he leaves a trail of soft kisses on my neck, making my back arch in return. He's barely touching me, and I'm already going insane.

"If you'll be my satellite," I start saying between heavy breaths, "I'll be your entire world."

He chuckles at my comeback. "My dear Talulla, you already are."

We reach a condo building that is unsurprisingly very close to the campus.

A small laugh comes out of me. "Of course you've been this close the entire time."

"Well, I definitely am happy about the benefits of being adjacent to this institution."

"Oh yes, Bear Creek U has its charm. It's true."

His smirk is devilish before he crushes his lips on mine. "Are you sure you want this?" His tone is low and husky, the pure timbre of lust.

I look at his gray eyes, now a dark shade that resembles a deep abyss. "Positive."

Then we're out of the car and into the building. We remain in silence as we get into the elevator, and he hits the button for the sixth floor.

The light flashes. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.

Finally.

He rests his hand on the small of my back as he guides me out of the elevator and to his living arrangements. A penthouse, of course. My eyes still widen because, even if it's obvious how wealthy this vampire is, seeing it, touching it, and smelling it is different.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just—" Nervous as fuck for some reason. "You're filthy rich, aren't you?"

He chuckles. "I had time to save up." His lips rest on my temple. "I'm going to take care of you, Talulla. This is all I want."

And then we are inside his apartment, and all I can think of is how much I want to take care of him. As soon as the door is closed behind him, I drop to my knees and reach for his belt. Flynn's hand grabs my wrists and stops me, paralyzing me in place. My eyes widen as I remain in silence. Did I just blow it?

"Before I let your filthy mouth wrap around my cock, I need you to understand one thing," he starts saying, his grip firm, just like his body posture.

"What is it?" I manage to ask, with a voice low and full of heavy breaths.

"Here, I'm in charge."

"But—"

"No buts, Talulla. You follow my orders, and you get exactly what you want in return. It's that simple."

I raise an eyebrow at him, looking for a challenge. "Will you spank me if I don't?"

"Hmm." He wraps a hand around my throat and forces me to look up at him. The act is so arousing I can feel the wetness increasing right between my legs, and I know he can smell it. "You might get spanked in any case."

"I've been bad after all." Who am I? Who is this creature coming out of me, wanting to feel his delicious pain on my skin? He would make it feel so good.

"Pick a safe word, little hunter, and then you get to open that mouth of yours and let me fuck it."

Yup, I am definitely sitting in a puddle of my own desire.

A safe word. I never really thought about it. What do people usually pick? Red? Is that too common? But what if— " Rosu ."

The corners of his mouth lift into a smile. "So fitting. Say it again."

" Rosu ," I repeat, the Romanian accent slipping in.

He inhales. "Fuck, you smell good." Then he releases my wrists and lets me get back to his pants. I unbuckle his belt, unbutton his trousers, and slowly pull the elastic of his boxers down, and what I see hidden is the most exquisite cock I've ever witnessed. Did I imagine the vampire to be… gifted? Yes, I did, but this? He's so big and girthy. I know it will be painful moving inside of me. But when I adjust to it, fuck, it will feel so perfect. He must see my hesitation because the sentence that follows is exactly the little push I need.

"You can take it, little hunter. You can do anything."

And with those words, I wrap my hands around his length, and then my mouth is on the head of it before going down, down to the base. It hits the back of my throat, and as I constrict around it, I come back up for air. I create a steady rhythm, and when he grabs my head to keep me in place, I know I'm doing exactly what he likes.

"I knew you'd feel good, but this is so much better than my imagination." His hips are now starting to move and meet my movements, creating a deeper and deeper thrust. "There, just like that. Good girl. You take me so well."

The praise sends me into a state of euphoria I've never felt before. I've had sex, and with supernatural creatures as well, but this? Everything I've had before can't even come close to this. What I feel goes beyond the simple act of pleasure. It's pure life. Moans come out of me as he continues with his dirty talk. One of my hands grabs his asscheek while the other plays with his balls as I force him to get even deeper.

"Fuck." His movements get even more fast and desperate, and as he continues to throw praises and swear words, he coats my throat with his cum and lets me drink him till the last drop. His hand holds me firmly in place.

When I release his cock, he picks me up quickly and throws me on the bed, which makes me chuckle. His look is dark—predatory.

"That was astounding," his voice is husky as he starts pumping his cock. He's already hard again. Holy shit, I might be in trouble. "Take off your clothes and lie on your back."

I take my time slipping the miniskirt off, turning so that he can see my ass as I bend down and let the piece of fabric fall to the floor. Then the crop top comes off. I'm only in my lacy bra. Turning, I see Flynn taking off his T-shirt, showing off his absolutely perfect body. So pure and deadly at the same time. He's mouthwatering, and he only sees me. "You're a vision," he says in a low voice, the corners of his mouth lifted up.

"I could say the same thing about you," I manage to reply, unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the floor. Then I lie on the bed, just as he asked me to.

Flynn's eyes darken at the sight of me following his orders. I've never considered myself a submissive creature, but for some reason, here, like this, with him, it makes sense. Somewhere deep inside me, there's a voice that constantly repeats that he won't hurt me, that I can trust him, that what we are is completely right and sacred.

He gets on top of me, pinning me to the mattress with part of his weight, his hard length pressed against my belly. I can't help but stay silent as he reaches for something inside his nightstand, opening the drawer and picking out a tie. "Give me your wrists," he orders, and I happily oblige.

Shivers travel up and down my body as his velvety fingers work their way around my wrists, securing them to the headboard. I could easily rip the fabric off and wiggle myself free—he knows it too—but I truly don't want to. I want Flynn to take every part of me and make them his. Because the reality is that I was feeling like a scared animal before I met him, but now? Now, I am ready to be tamed by the most dangerous predator that walks this earth: a vampire.

My vampire.

"Remember, you can stop this at any time." His eyes are on me, his serious expression doing something to me.

I nod. "I know."

His eyes fall to my breasts, my nipples now so hard they almost hurt. He cups them gently, and then, as he starts flicking one of them with one hand, he brings his mouth to the other. I moan as he starts nibbling and sucking me.

"Your tits are perfect, you know that? So perfect."

I giggle as he continues to play with them. "They're pretty heavy, not gonna lie," I say between moans.

"So perfect." He goes from one boob to the other, giving equal attention to both. I am already so close to coming just from this—from him sucking my nipples so hard the sting makes my pussy throb in pleasure. The heat between my legs now is so strong it could light its own fire. Right before I'm about to come, he stops his torturous game.

"No, no. Please, come back."

"I have a better idea, little hunter." Then he's down between my legs. "Do you know how hard it is to be around you and smell your constant desire?"

"Are you going to act on your words or just stay there drooling over me?"

He shakes his head. "You need to be taught a lesson, Talulla." Then he does something that no one has ever done to me. His hand goes up in the air and comes down onto my skin. Hard. He slaps my folds, hitting my clit just right. The quick sting turns into a heating pleasure right after, and I can't help but moan at the action.

I jerk my hips up, trying to get him to do it again. "So greedy."

"Touch me, Flynn."

Another slap, and my moan is even louder. "Wrong request. Try again."

"Please touch me."

Slap . "You can do better than that, little hunter."

"Touch me, sir. Please touch me, eat me, fuck me."

He growls as I continue to beg. "There you go," he says before dipping his head between my legs. One hand presses on my lower belly while the other parts my opening, preparing me for his tongue.

He slides inside and starts licking and sucking while also keeping me in place. The way his tongue moves sends electric waves throughout my entire body, and then, when I think it can't get any better, he slides one finger inside as his mouth nibbles and sucks on my clit.

"Oh my god," I moan as my orgasm starts to build.

"No one has ever called me a god, but I'll take it," he grunts, his voice blowing right on my core as he continues to thrust in and out.

"Please don't stop," I say as my orgasm gets closer and closer.

Then, as I am about to explode, he slides his finger out and gets off the bed.

"What the fuck?" I yell.

He chuckles as he brings his fingers into his mouth, licking my wetness clean. "I told you I'd punish you, didn't I?"

"Are you serious?" I groan, trying to get my hands free.

"Now, now, don't be a brat. I'll make you come when I want you to come."

"Flynn."

"You wanted this, Talulla. Now you accept the consequences."

My mouth closes shut as he gets back on the bed. "You wanted to get spanked if I remember correctly…"

I nod.

"Use your words."

"Yes, please."

"That's my girl." His girl. Such a small statement but with a much deeper meaning because he's been saying what I've been to him this entire time. I never felt part of something, like I belonged to someone, but with Flynn, I truly can't see myself without him. We're like two magnets bound to be pulled together.

He flips me over, keeping my arms tied. I get on my knees, feeling the wetness trail down my legs.

"You are the most exquisite being on this planet. You know that, right?" he says, caressing my inner thighs and collecting my wetness. Then his mouth is back on my pussy. From this position, it feels even more sensitive than before, and I end up rubbing my ass on his face as his hands squeeze my asscheeks. He devours me like a madman, and this time, when my orgasm builds, he lets me get closer and closer to it.

Two fingers thrust into me, and as I start to come, he sucks and licks. Then he spanks me—hard—and the moan that comes out of me is so high-pitched I feel like I might be floating into another dimension. I've never come so hard in my entire life. But he doesn't stop. He continues to thrust and suck, and another orgasm builds, quicker than the last. And then again. Smack .

A spank on my ass, and I scream so loud I am sure everyone in the building woke up from it.

"I knew you'd be vocal, but fuck, Talulla, your sounds are my new favorite melody. Addicting."

"Fuck me, Flynn. Please put your cock inside me right now."

"Just because you asked so nicely."

He reaches for my tied hands and slowly unties the restraints, massaging my now-freed wrists.

I'm lying on my back again, and he's already positioned at my entrance. He's so big, and I know it will hit literally every nerve inside me.

"I wanna look at you when you come with my cock inside of you."

"And I want to look at you as you come inside of me."

Grabbing his length, he guides the head to my entrance, slowly pushing inside of me with ease, and I gasp at the sudden fullness. His lips fall to mine as he continues to slide into me until his entire length is deep inside. So deep I feel his balls pressed against my skin.

"If you want to stake me, do it now. Like this. This is exactly how I want to go."

I chuckle at his dramatic statement, but my laugh dies on my lips as his mouth attacks my own. I moan in approval, and I wrap my arms around his toned body. My hands grip his back. Flynn starts his torturous thrusts, slow and methodical, and then hard, hitting that spot inside of me. Every. Single. Time.

"Faster," I demand as my nails dig into his skin.

I hear him hissing as his movements get faster and faster. A painful rhythm full of desire, the need to feel more and more with every movement. The crazy part about it? It actually does get better with every thrust. With every cuss, every moan.

I can feel my climax growing again, and by the look on his face, I know he's close too. "Fuck, Talulla, you feel so good."

"You too. So, so good."

"Are you gonna come again for me?"

"Yes," is all I manage to half moan and half whisper as I reach this new state of ecstasy that I truly thought was not possible. Is this what nirvana is? Because I'd like to remain here forever, please and thank you.

"Fuck," he shouts. "You're gripping my cock so hard."

"Come for me, Flynn."

His eyes widen as he hears my breathy words. "What did you just say?" His hand grabs my neck, and he tightens his grip.

"Please, come for me. I need to feel you spill inside me."

His mouth falls open for just a moment, and then his lips are devouring mine as he empties himself inside me.

Marking me, claiming me, making sure I know I'm his and that he's mine.

We stay like this for a while, trying to regain our breath, and then he finally pulls out of me. As we lie beside each other, he drags me close in a tight and possessive hold, one that I truly don't want to escape from.

"It's true," I say with heavy eyelids.

"What is?" I feel his lips brushing my forehead.

"You just ruined every other man for me."

"Good thing there won't be anyone else besides me, then."

Yes, because the reality is that after tonight, everything I knew has been wiped clean. I'm an empty canvas. A new night sky where he's the brightest star. I'm his world now, and he's my satellite.

The sound of the shower in the distance is what makes me open my eyes. The sunlight peeking through the window creates a golden atmosphere that contrasts with the modern furniture in my vampire's house.

I can't help but smile as I look down and see my naked body entangled in Flynn's sheets.

This is right. This feels so, so right.

I grab his pillow and sniff his intoxicating scent. It feels so sophisticated, just like everything else around me.

"Are you awake, darling?" I hear him yell from the bathroom.

"Maybe," I reply, biting my bottom lip as I think back to what we did last night. If I close my eyes, I can picture his hands on my skin, the memory making me gasp and turning me on as if I had his fingers still inside of me.

"Come join me."

Getting out of bed, I let the bedsheet fall, my nipples pebbling as the cold air of the morning reaches my skin.

Pacing to the bathroom, I take a peek inside. Flynn's head is currently under the showerhead, his eyes closed as he enjoys the steamy water traveling down his body. God, he's so perfect, even like this. Almost vulnerable, yet so deadly.

He turns to look at me, the steam blurring his features just momentarily before he wipes away the condensation on the glass and continues to stare at me. "Are you just gonna watch me? I can do so many things in here for you."

Oh, he definitely can do many things, but I'm feeling naughty, and I want him to beg this time. "I think I'm gonna stay here. Maybe take care of myself all on my own."

His eyes narrow on mine. "Don't even think about it," he says as he stares at my hand tracing my clavicle then slowly going down to my hard nipple and down, down to my belly. "Stop."

"Or what?" I challenge him with one eyebrow raised.

"Or I'm going to—"

A sound coming from his phone breaks the little magic we had going on. I instinctively look down at the phone on the counter, and as my eyes scroll through the words, my jaw tightens.

"What is it?" he asks, but I don't even pay attention to him turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. All I can think about is the message I just read.

EVANORA:

Your death potion will be ready next week

Words aren't enough to describe what I'm feeling right now. My stomach drops, and then I can only react.

Because what happened between us was not real, and I should have known that. I should have known I was just a prey. Nothing more. Just a game, and fuck, he played me so well.

"Talulla, let me explain," he says as he looks down at his phone and realizes what just happened.

I run outside the room and grab the first chair I find. Anger pouring out of every pore, I grip one leg and rip it off, ready to use it.

"Talulla," Flynn says, trying to get close.

I shove him away from me. "You used me."

"Never. I would never do that to you." His voice cracks with desperation. His eyebrows furrow, but he stops moving.

Those are the last words I hear him say before I charge for him. He remains immobile, knowing exactly what's coming next. Ready to welcome death like an old friend.

Tears stream down my face as I pierce his skin and push the broken piece of wood deep into his flesh.

But as his eyes widen in shock, I realize I purposely missed his heart. Blood spills down his chest.

He doesn't try to stop me when I grab my clothes and flee the apartment.

I rub my bloody hands on my skirt, the tears still coming down uncontrollably, my heart tortured and shattered into thousands of pieces at the thought of what I just did. Because, despite everything, it seems so, so wrong.