26. Rain

My fingers haven’t stopped touching the new addition around my neck since he put it on me. We are in the car, driving to The Chapel. He had me wait inside it while he loaded the trunk with everything we would need for this evening.

The road is dark, our headlights are the only thing lighting it.

My body feels calm since leaving the house. Something I did not anticipate.

Elijah’s hand is resting on my thigh, every so often he gives it a hard squeeze, toying with me and my desperate need for his cock.

My body squirms out of discomfort as my panties are soaked. I tried to clench my thighs together earlier, but he slapped my leg in disapproval. The sting of it went right to my pussy, causing it to tingle with desire.

“I want to give you one too.” My mouth spits out before my brain can stop it.

“What do you mean?”

“A vial of my blood to wear, to keep with you. I want to give you one too.”

He nods. “Of course, little bat. Once this is over, we can do that.”

A giggle escapes me from excitement. He laughs in return. It’s deep, genuine and happy. I have never heard him do this before, it’s refreshing. I hope he does a lot more of it moving forward.

We pull up to The Chapel, the opening where the followers park is clear with the exception of two cars.

“They aren’t important. The main players should be here within the next thirty minutes, tops.” Elijah reads my mind, explaining.

Instead of parking where he would normally, at the front he pulls his car closer to the treeline surrounding the area.

Once parked in the darkness, he turns the car off and looks to face me.

“Remember, run to the coast and hide if shit goes sideways. I will find you.”

Worry tries to enter my mind, but I suppress it, pushing it way back, “Promise.”

E reaches over me, smelling of musk. I take a deep breath of him in as he opens his glovebox and reaches inside. Once he finds what he needs, he moves back, and I instantly miss his closeness. My eyes wander to his hand, and that’s when I realize what he was reaching for.

The dagger.

He twirls it around his fingers effortlessly, then reaches it out to me.

Hesitating for only a moment, I reach out, gripping the cold metal handle.

“Good, now lets go have some fun, little bat.”