Filed to story: Sinful Mates (Imogen) Book by Jessica Hall
Theo starts ripping the linen off the bed, ignoring my comment. Dust flies everywhere, I can see the little dust particles floating in the air, making me swat at them, not wanting them to land on me. God knows how many dead skin cells are now flying through the air. I walk outside, not being able to handle the uncleanliness. Do they never clean around here? Theo emerges a few minutes later and walks towards the office with the filthy linen before walking to the trunk and pulling out brand new linen and blankets from the trunk.
“When did you have time to get those?” I ask. I can’t even remember the last time I stepped into an actual store, only ever going into gas stations. We never have time.
“You forget I don’t need sleep. I have plenty of time,” he says, kissing the edge of my mouth on his way past. I feel my cock twitch painfully in my pants at the innocent gesture, something I haven’t felt since she left, or maybe I’m just denying that part of me.
Arousal hits me as I step into the room and watch him make the bed. The smell is gone, now the old blankets are out, and the only smell is Theo’s scent. Feeling my eyes on him, he looks up. His red eyes peer back at me, I miss his green eyes. It has been a while since I saw them. The longer we go without her, the more our darkest parts take over, threatening to undo the control we spent years building, both too exhausted to fight our true selves, giving ourselves over completely to the side we have tried to conceal.
“Sleep, Tobias. I will start searching the forest for any cabins and will keep heading north, pull on the link when you’re awake. I will come back,” he says, chuckling the comforter on the bed.
I watch him remove his shirt, changing it for a clean one as he walks towards me to leave and keep searching, doing the buttons up on his way towards me. When he brushes past me, I don’t even realize what I have done till he stops looking at me. My hand is tightly wrapped around his wrist, preventing him from leaving.
“Don’t start something you have no intention of finishing, Tobias.” He growls.
We have been so consumed with finding her that I often forget he still needs me, and right now, I need him. Grabbing the front of his shirt, I pull him towards me, my lips hungrily devouring his as I pull him closer. His lips freeze in place until he feels through the bond, searching before realizing I’m not letting him leave. My cock is painfully pressing against my jeans while his teeth bite down on my lip, making me growl as I shove him towards the bed, using my foot to close the door behind me.
I can tell he is hungry for more than just my blood. When I move closer, he starts tugging on my belt, removing my pants as I step out of them, my cock springing free, only for him to grab it. His large hand strokes my shaft. Leaning down, I kiss him softly before pushing his shirt off, my hands running over his strong shoulders and down across his pecs. I groan, only now just realizing how much I missed him, missed his touch.
“Take your pants off.” My voice is rough, my breathing hard as I watch him squirm before doing as he is told. As soon as his pants are off, I shove him back, making him fall on his back.
I rarely do this, I always like being in control, and I can tell Theo is wondering what I’m doing. Sure, we fuck, and Theo has no problem with his sexuality. We are both bi, yet I never do half the things he has done for me. Old beliefs are sometimes still hard to get past. Moving between his legs, I grab his shaft, squeezing it before running my hand up its hardened length.
“Tobias, you don’t have to.”
I ignore him; I want to, I want him. Even if things haven’t been the same since she left, it doesn’t make my love for him any less. Swirling my tongue around his knob, I hear him moan underneath me, his hand going to my hair, only making me want him even more as I take him completely in my mouth. His cock finally bottoms out in the back of my throat. I move my head, finding my rhythm. I have always wanted to do this, yet could never actually bring myself to take him in my mouth. I know it sounds stupid, yet doing it now, tasting his cold salty skin on my tongue, I just want more. He tastes different to Imogen, she tastes sweet; Theo however, is salty in a good way. Sweet and savory. So different, yet both more intoxicating than any amount of alcohol I have consumed.
I suck his cock hard, my hand rubbing at the parts of him I can’t fit in my mouth. His hips move involuntarily, trying to thrust into my mouth, so I move faster, knowing he needs release just as much as I do.
He groans loudly before I feel his seed spill into my mouth, just as intoxicating as he tastes. I swallow him down only to be ripped up to him, his lips slamming into mine hungrily. I pin his arms above his head, loving the feeling of his cool skin against mine. I suck on my mark he wears, loving the way he instantly reacts to my tongue running over it.
Flipping him over, I pull his hips towards me. Grabbing his hair, I pull his head back, and he grabs hold of the headboard. “I’m gonna fuck you now.” My voice is ragged, his answer just a breathy groan, making me smirk as I ram into him.
His body stills before he pushes back against me. I haven’t felt this satisfied since before she left, and that thought alone makes me drive into him harder than intended, yet he never complains. He knows how I feel, I can feel him through the bond always pulling against me, trying to gauge my emotions, feeling his thoughts swirling around in mine.
When I’m on the verge of exploding, I grip his hair, forcing his head back and ramming my tongue in his mouth. I groan, my seed spilling into him as I still. Both of us breathless, I kiss his shoulder as I pull out and slump on the bed.
Theo hovers above me, a smile lighting up his face for the first time in months. I place my hand on his cheek. His stubble feels scratchy as his face is pushed into my hand. Sitting up on my elbow, I run my hand over his thigh where he sits next to me. The familiar sparks make me feel alive for the first time in ages. What I would do to feel her soft skin.
Theo, knowing how I feel, stands up. “I will keep looking. Get some rest, Tobias,” he says.
I yawn but shake my head. “Not until you feed,” I tell him.
“I did already,” he admits, yet I know he wants mine or Imogen’s blood. He is sick of feeding from strangers and his appetite has been huge lately. More than I can actually handle, yet even though I know the man in reception is dead, I know he needs more blood, craves it.
“Not until you feed,” I say, turning, baring my neck for him. He moves closer and runs his fingers lightly over the skin of my neck. I grab his hand, pulling him down.
I also need him to feed off of me, need him to need me and not just her, just like he needs me to need him. It is the only way to survive, making sure we are still in one piece for when we get her back.
I feel his fangs sink into my neck; I groan, loving the endorphins running in my bloodstream, loving the feeling of his tongue, lapping at my skin.
He doesn’t feed for long, but when he finishes, he doesn’t have the same hunger that has been burning in eyes for weeks. He has just finished getting dressed, and I have laid down when the phone rings, making both of us jump.
I answer quickly, not even checking the caller ID, only to be disappointed when my father’s voice comes through the speaker. “I’m going to the council. Alaric has information, apparently that bitch ex of yours may know where they are.” I jump to my feet, my father going there in his anger is not a good idea. If he snaps and hurts that bitch Alaric, things will end badly.
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