30. VANYA

Death by orgasm.

My throat was sore and my voice hoarse from screaming. Everything around me was forgotten except for the lightning bolts of pleasure that were shooting through me.

Sweat coated my skin and slowly trailed down my body. My legs started to quiver as another orgasm neared. I’d lost track of how many times I’d come.

Wasn’t he supposed to give me his blood? Wasn’t he supposed to cure me instead of torturing me?

“Tell me,” Obsidian growled close to my ear.

At first, I thought that I was the only one suffering, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.

It was the little things that gave the most away.

Like the way his voice grew huskier by the second. The way his big body trembled against mine whenever he moved his body too close. The way he was panting as badly as I did, and the way he sometimes gave into the impulse to purr.

My body tensed. My mind blanked. And then it hit me, much more intense than anything I’d ever fucking felt. But this time Obsidian didn’t move the vibrator away like he had all those other times I’d exploded. He kept it right in place.

“P-please,” I breathed as tears spilled onto my cheeks. “I c-can’t.”

“Answer my question,” he rasped. “Just answer the fucking question, Vanya, and it’ll all end.”

But telling him anything would be a betrayal to my father. Betraying my family was the last thing I wanted to do, even if he had practically sold me to them.

“I’m sorry.”

A sob fell from my lips and the fight just drained right out of me. I slumped in the chair and continued to sob.

In an instant, it all stopped.

Hands and lips soothed the pain when the nipple clamps were removed, and then the ties around my wrist and elbows were gone.

In less than a minute, I was untied from the chair and pulled against his damp chest.

***

Lukewarm water was beating down on my legs.

I slowly became aware of more things, like the fact that I was sitting sideways on his lap and leaning against his chest. He was actually cradling me to his chest, and it only made me want to cry harder.

My eyes dropped to the hand resting on the top of my thigh.

It was something I never noticed before, the scars covering the back of it.

Without thinking, I reached out and traced one.

Obsidian’s body jerked as if I scared him. He swallowed loudly before he spoke. “I’m sorry,” he rasped. “Forgive me.”

I said nothing. There really was nothing to say. He tortured me by making me orgasm over and over again. It was okay the first three times, but after that it became unbearable.

Obsidian sighed and straightened a bit. He pulled his hand from underneath mine and slipped me in between his spread thighs.

From the corner of my eyes, I watched as he picked up the shower head.

“Tilt your head back,” he ordered softly.

I hesitated and then did as he ordered. Obsidian wet my hair and did the most unexpected thing—he started massaging shampoo into my hair.

My body slowly relaxed as his fingertips brushed my scalp. When the shampoo was worked in, he rinsed my hair and repeated the process with the conditioner. However, he didn’t immediately rinse it from my hair. Instead, he pulled me against his chest and started washing the front of my body. I flinched when his hand slipped between my legs and brushed against my oversensitive flesh.

“Vanya.” He hugged me with his arms wrapped across my chest. “We don’t have family like you humans do. I mean, blood-related family. Devrim and Ezra, they mean a lot to me. If anyone—especially a human—wants to harm them, I will do anything and everything to protect them.”

I swallowed. “E-even if it means killing m-me?”

“Yes.” There was no hesitation in his answer.

The tears returned which confused me. I had no idea exactly why his words hurt me so much. He had made it clear what he thought of my kind, so his words weren’t supposed to surprise me at all.  

He pulled away and rinsed my hair and body with the shower head.

I gasped when he gripped my hips and turned me sideways. One of his hands slipped into the wet strands at the nape of my neck and pulled until my head was tilted backwards and I was looking right at him.

“You’re their one chance at happiness, Vanya. Please, don’t make me ruin it,” he whispered.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I hesitated only for a second before I reached up and cupped his cheek.  

“I would never ever do anything to hurt you, Devrim, Ezra, or your pride.” I blinked away the tears and pleaded with him to believe me with my eyes.

His eyes darted over my face and then locked with mine again. Obsidian stared at me for what felt like forever before he lowered his head. The hand that was gripping my hair slid to the front of my neck. He gently squeezed and then let go, but kept his hand there.

“If you do anything to put us in danger, I won’t hesitate to kill you. Do you understand, Vanya?”

I nodded. Fear settled in the pit of my stomach as he continued to stare at me. Obsidian meant every word he said. He would kill me without a second thought.

His hand slid down my throat and came to a stop against my breastbone.

“How do you feel?”

“Fine,” I lied.

“Good. Straddle me.”

I blinked at him and then hesitantly followed his order. Awkwardness filled me. I was straddling him, but I had no idea where to put my hands. Why doesn’t he like touching?

“I need you to drink as much blood as you can,” he muttered. “We heal quickly, so as soon as I cut, you need to start drinking.”

I nodded. I was about to drink blood like a damn vampire. There was something seriously wrong with this. It couldn’t be healthy at all, right?

“Ready?”

I held my breath and nodded. My eyes dropped to his hands as he raised it.

Obsidian hesitated and then tilted his head to the side and pressed a sharp claw to a spot near the crook of his neck. He didn’t even acknowledge the pain as he sliced open his own skin.

I stared in dismay as blood pooled around the wound and slowly dripped down his chest.

“Vanya,” he growled.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his skin over the cut.  Even though it went against every instinct I had, I started sucking on the wound to draw more of his blood into my mouth.

His groan had my stomach clenching and heat shooting through me.

I forgot all about his no-touching rule when he gripped my hips and pulled me closer until his arousal dug into my stomach. Obsidian suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and stumbled to his feet.

Lifting my head, I stared down at the healed wound. Some blood still surrounded it, so I leaned forward and licked it from his skin.

He took one step forward and pressed my back against the wall, making my eyes snap up to his.

Obsidian lifted me a little and a few seconds later, he was slowly entering me. His growl was a bit scary, but surprisingly, it only turned me on more.

Obsidian’s hands slid down to grip my ass as he started moving. Two slow thrusts and then he was pounding into me like he had done when he fucked me against the tree.

Fast and hard.

My nails dug into his shoulders as he tilted his hips and hit just the right spot that replaced the discomfort with pleasure.

“Bite.”

I opened my eyes and blinked at him.

Swallowing, he reached up and slid a claw across his skin again. “Suck.”

I didn’t hesitate this time, because I wanted to please him. Gripping the side of his neck, I sucked on the cut as hard as I could. His dick jerking inside me, and the shudder that raced through his body made me suck harder on his skin.

With Obsidian moving inside me, hitting my g-spot over and over again, and his blood flowing into my mouth, I gave way to the pleasure and allowed it to throw me over off the cliff.