Page 86 of Eternally Yours

We’d made it up and away safely, but I couldn’t swallow the lump in my throat. The realization that we would always be on the run from his family or the Order threatened to choke the life out of me. My mouth was dry and my head felt foggy. Once we were at high altitude, I unbuckled and rose to my feet, needing to rip that corset off me or I wouldn't be able to breathe.

“Loren, you okay?”

“Just need to get out of this dress.” I gestured toward the back of the cabin, hoping he’d follow me. Walking a bit unsteadily, a calmness overtook me when I felt Nic’s hand on my lower back. Once inside the small yet not-so-small bedroom, Nic closed the door and I felt slightly better.

“When did you last feed?” Nic asked.

His question caught me off guard. “I… ah… hours ago, maybe? After Cat got me out of that dungeon, she drove me to your apartment and there she fed me some blood bags, but I can’t recall how many.”

“Your skin looks pale and I can feel your heart racing through our bond. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know we’d have a human crew or I would’ve tried to make different arrangements.”

Up until now, I hadn’t realized the anxiety gripping my insides was actually hunger. With four humans on board, this flight could turn sideways if I didn’t feed soon. “I’m sure there are bags on the plane. I can feed as soon as I get out of this torture device.”

Nic smiled. “I can help you with that.” Approaching closer, he said, “And the only blood you’re drinking tonight is mine.”

He spun me around and began working on the back laces of the corset with such ease, I hated to think of all the times he’d done this in his past.

“So... Spain, huh?” I said, shifting my thoughts in a different direction.

“Once we land in Seville, we’re driving to Ronda, a mountain city in Andalusia. My human birthplace.” His pause felt heavy, an undercurrent of apprehension running across our bond.

“What’s the matter,” I asked.

“It’s the tomb of many memories. When I left, I swore I’d never go back. It’s the last place my father will look for us.”

Remembering the passports Janus had given Nic and the new identity I’d been assigned, I grunted as Nic pulled on the laces. “Seems Cat thought of everything.”

“She’s very resourceful. There’s a reason the coven is so selective of its members. It pays to know people in high places.”

“Probably why your family was so angry with me. I’m just a nurse. What could I offer your coven?”

Gently loosening the last of the knots, he unclasped the corset, letting it fall to the ground, exposing my breasts. He came around and tipped my chin up. “Tú no le debes nada a nadie, mi pequeña bestia.”

A twitchy laugh curled on my lips. “You should speak Spanish to me more often. I mean, I don’t know what you just said, but it sounded incredibly sexy.”

He smirked. “What I said was that you owe my family nothing. And after centuries of endless politics and power schemes, I’m happy to be rid of them and be with someone as perfectly normal as you. Your devotion to your job and your father is commendable.” His gaze dropped, a sense of humility settling over his countenance. “You are far more valuable to me than anything or anyone in this world.”

I gave his arm a little jab, trying to liven his spirits. “Aw. Thank you.” I sighed and shrugged. “Well, at least one of us knows Spanish, right?”

He took my hands in his and tapped his forehead to mine. “I know moving to a country you’ve never visited and not knowing the language could be scary, but I promise you, once the dust settles, we’ll find our way back stateside.”

Nodding in understanding, I said, “As long as I’m with you, I’ll follow you wherever you go.”

An alarm clock went off in the room signaling sunrise was approaching, the automatic shutters activating and sealing us inside the bedroom. The dim light from a small lamp bathed us in its soft glow. “I should probably help you out of that skirt and into something a bit more comfortable for bed,” Nic said. “We have an eight-hour flight ahead of us.”

I said nothing as he turned me around and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall around me in a pool of red fabric. The only item of clothing left was my black thong. Nic nestled in behind me, slowly trailing kisses down my neck, making my skin flare with goosebumps as he feathered his fingers over my naked breasts, my nipples hardening at his touch.

“We should finish what we started in the car,” he said, his breath intensifying as he kissed me down my jugular, his tongue tracing the outline of my pulsing artery, his fangs raking against my flesh.

Blood also pulsed between my legs, the throbbing pressure begging for release. For some reason, images of the dreams I’d had when I first met Nic flashed in my memory. Of me stripping off the red gown and pleasuring myself as I watched a woman—myself—sucking on his cock without abandon.

I knew in that instant what I wanted to do. Turning around, I reached for his breeches and undid his tie string, letting them fall to the ground. His cock sprung up, rock hard and pink with blood. As I wrapped my hand around his warm girth, Nic released a moan that rumbled through his chest.

“What do you want, Beastie?”

“To taste you.” Stepping out of my thong, I lowered to my knees and admired his impressive size and heaviness, my mouth watering to have him inside. I licked his shaft, balls to crown, savoring the way his legs tightened when my tongue swirled around the thick head of his dick. Lacing his fingers through my hair, he gripped hard as I guided him inside my mouth.

His length was more than I could handle, but I drew him in as much as I could, pumping fast with my hand. Nic’s breathing hitched and I knew he wanted to thrust harder, but he held back, perhaps not wanting to hurt me.

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