Page 20 of Those That Are Lost (Hidden Vampires #2)

AURORA

M etal crunches as the chains around my arms pull me tight against the seat. I fight, throwing my whole weight against them to break free. It's useless. My stomach roils as I’m thrown over, and over, and over again until I don’t know which way is up anymore.

“Don’t,” I scream again, bracing myself for the pain I know is coming.

The car slams to a halt on its roof and all I can smell is the metallic iron of blood and rich disturbed dirt. My cheeks grow wet as I yell once more, hot tears streaking down them. I scream until I’m panting, unable to draw in any more breath.

Then, I smell him.

Woodland and cinnamon. Warmth, comfort.

The cold chains disappear into strong arms that fold me into a familiar chest. I squeeze my eyes shut and inhale the scent that makes all the terrifying things disappear. After a couple of minutes, my breathing evens out and I can start to relax.

I’m safe.

As my awareness returns, a strong hand rubs gentle lines up and down my back as he holds me close. I unclench my hands, which had been balled into tight fists, and lay them on his naked pecs, needing to ground myself with his strong heartbeat.

“Ssshhhh, Red,” Ty breathes. “I’ve got you.”

I wiggle closer, tucking one of my legs between his, one of his between mine.

I’m wearing loose sleep shorts and a cropped tank top, and he’s only in boxers, so there’s a lot of our skin pressed together.

I feel his warmth seep into my skin. His hands stop stroking my back but stay there, fingers splayed, holding me close.

I shift again, causing his thigh to rub against my core, sending liquid fire through my centre and spreading out across my entire body.

My breathing stutters for entirely different reasons, although I can still feel the lingering pain from my nightmare.

I don’t want to feel pain. I want to feel pleasure.

I tilt my hips again, purposefully this time. The friction feels so good I think I moan with the wash of lust entering my bloodstream. I’m not lucid enough, however, to tell if the noise was out loud or just in my head.

Needing to taste him, I tip my head upwards slightly so my lips can reach the top of his chest, right where his collarbone meets his neck. I lay soft kisses along the joint, gently sucking on the skin to get his scent on my tongue.

I’m surrounded by him in all senses, and still, I want more.

Gently rocking my hips, I grind down on his thigh, building the pleasure, intensifying the heat. Still, it’s not enough.

I pull myself up his body further, until my pelvis is right at the juncture of his leg, mere inches from his crotch. As I press upwards, I feel his long hard length, fully erect and pulsing inside his boxers. I’m rewarded with a soft groan from above my head as he feels the contact too.

Suddenly, the arm that was wrapped around me is on my thigh, pulling me on top of him as he rolls onto his back. The movement untangles our legs and leaves me straddling him fully, his cock pinned beneath me, right in the exact place for me to ride it.

And so I do, not caring that there are clothes in the way. I rock up and down his length, turning the heat between my legs into an inferno. I know I’m going to come from just this. I’ve been so deprived of him that this contact will be enough.

“Red,” he pants underneath me. My upper body is still plastered to his chest so I feel the growl that follows.

“Red, do you know what you’re doing right now?” Ty’s voice is strained. His hands come to my waist to stop me. I don’t want to stop.

“Aurora, I need to know you’re conscious for this to carry on.” His fingers dig in deeper to my hips, stopping my movements.

The strong hold on me fires something in my brain.

Oh, fuck! What am I doing?

My brain comes back online in a flash and I’m scrambling up, pushing my hands into his chest to get some purchase to push myself off him.

I shouldn’t be doing this; we shouldn’t be doing this. I told him that I didn’t want this and here I am, attacking him in the night.

Despite that, I can feel how wet I am. I can feel the deep ache in my lower belly. The need I have is so strong I want to throw out all my logic and grind down on him again.

But I shouldn’t, that would be unfair. Nothing has changed.

We’re still being hunted. He could easily be ripped away from me again. The echo of that pain is still so overwhelming, the lust boiling in my veins extinguishes to a simmer.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, looking down into his crystal blue eyes, which are currently burning a fire so strong it almost stokes the one in me again.

“Don’t be sorry.” His tone is soft yet commanding. “Never apologise to me.”

“I practically fucked you in your sleep.”

“I think you were practically asleep too.” He chuckles, showing me that award winning grin, dimples and all.

I should move, I’m still hovering above his cock, which is very much hard as rock.

His hands are holding firm on my hips. My body moves against his by the smallest increment, and completely by its own will.

The touch is a whisper of the friction I was conducting a few seconds ago but it sparks electricity right through me, hitting me so hard I nearly convulse with the force. It freezes me to the spot.

Ty must read my hesitance to move off him. “You can use me if you wish, if you want to relieve the pressure. You looked pretty close to coming then.” His eyes drop to my chest, then my waist, then lower. His words and his gaze do something to shove the fear inside me back from the surface.

“I don’t want to use you, I haven’t changed my mind. We can’t be mates.” The words are harder to say than they were the last time.

“I’m not asking for that,” he whispers, eyes flashing back to meet mine. “I’m saying you can fuck me if you want, use my body to take the pleasure yours clearly craves.”

“I feel like I’m taking advantage here.”

“Red, you could never take advantage. If you want it, I want to give it to you.”

“Ty…” I don’t know how to answer. I so badly want to say yes but I feel selfish in this.

His hips thrusting upwards cut through all my thoughts. He drags his cock over my centre and all arguments leave my head .

“Let me give you this,” he says more firmly. “Don’t overthink it. I’m consenting here, if you are.”

“Yes,” is all I can manage.

Ty’s fingers slip into the waistband of my shorts so I drop onto my hands again, placing them on each side of his neck so I can lift off my knees to get the clothing off my bottom half.

I watch his muscled body glide beneath me as he removes my clothing and then his boxers. It only takes a couple of seconds before he’s encouraging me back down.

Straightening back up on my knees above him I grind against him once more, this time without clothing. The heat returns full force, fresh wetness coating his hard cock as I slide against the length of it.

“Fucking hell, that feels so good,” Ty releases on a groan. I really hope these walls are soundproof.

Before I can rock against him again, he pauses me with a hand.

I go to protest but his other hand comes to my centre, two fingers plunging deep.

The sound that leaves my lips is guttural, sinful.

It's a relief to feel him inside me again.

The ache in my body eases even as muscles start to coil and my mind quietens, everything focuses on where we are connected.

Ty pumps his fingers twice before removing them, sending a rush of disappointment up my spine. It’s quick to fade however as I watch him use the wetness he’s collected to coat the head of his magnificent cock, before angling it to help me sink down on him.

I was wrong. His fingers didn’t even scratch the surface of relieving the emptiness inside me.

His dick on the other hand? The delicious stretch of my body as it takes every single inch of him sends waves of cascading pleasure to my limbs.

A rightness settles in my head and, giving me a second to breathe through the emotion as I reach the base of him.

“Good girl, Red.” Ty leans up to tuck my hair behind my ear before brushing his fingers down my neck, my torso, between my breasts.

He brushes my body all the way down, switching to his thumb as he reaches the apex of my thighs and gently parts my folds to find my clit.

I jolt as his expert fingers find it with ease and zap me with pleasure.

“Ride me,” he instructs.

And I do.

I start slow but soon pick up the pace enough that I’m bouncing up and down on him, creating delicious friction with our bodies every time I sink down on him exactly where I need it.

My hands cup my own breasts, I play with them a little, kneading them and toying with my nipples until they become stiff.

Ty slams his hand, the one not playing with my clit, onto the mattress beside us, fisting the sheets. “Gods Red, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

I glance down to see Ty’s face straining with concentration. His eyes locked on my body. A flush of power at seeing him so on the edge because of what I’m doing runs down my spine. I run my gaze down his perfectly sculpted chest, abs clearly defined and taught as he holds himself back.

I don’t stop. I don’t give him any reprieve. I’m as on the edge as he is and I need to reach the end.

The pressure building within my body keeps going for a few more thrusts up and down before it detonates. I cry out as I come, unintelligible words spill from my lips as my eyes roll to the back of my head. Nothing has felt this good.

“I’m going to spill inside you if you don’t stop. Red, you need to get off if you don’t want that.” Ty’s hand moves from the sheets to my thigh, trying to stop my thrusts.

I don’t want to stop. “Finish inside me, I need it, need your scent.” The wants I have buried so deep inside tumble freely out of my lips as I swim in the haze of my own climax.