A Vampire's Thirst_Grey

by Bella Roccaforte

  They pull into the valet of the hotel, William opens the door for Mila taking her hand to help her from the car. Grey wants to snap his neck for touching her. He comes around the side of the car and suppresses a growl as he takes Mila’s hand from the valet.

  “Professor Hart.” The valet greets him.

  Grey says through gritted teeth. “Keep it up front, I’ll be leaving shortly.”

  “Yes, sir,” William says in a curious tone.

  Mila and Grey walk briskly through the lobby to the stairwell. He scoops her up cleaving her to his chest and uses his vampire speed up the stairs to the penthouse level. They get to the door, and he reaches into his pocket looking for his keycard.

  Impatient, Mila wraps her arms around him and phases them inside the room. She looks up at him through hooded eyes, “I couldn’t wait.”

  “You are amazing?” Grey smiles running his finger down her arm.

  “So are you.” She says raising a brow feeling his hard chest beneath her fingers.

  “I want to know everything about --”

  Mila puts her finger over his lips shushing him, “Later, it doesn’t matter right now.”

  He lets out a breath and slides his hand behind her neck pulling her lips to his. When they connect everything stills and speeds up at the same time. The world around them melts to a colorful palette of shadows and shapes that are insignificant.

  His tongue invades her mouth and dances with hers as fire explodes in every part of him. For hundreds of years since he was turned he wondered if he had a soul anymore, this moment, this fire is proof that he does.

  Mila lets out a breath, “Grey.”

  “Mila,” Grey stills for a moment. “You are my world, everything I’ve ever felt or wanted to feel is right here in your eyes, in your hands.”

  Mila reaches up unbuttoning his shirt, “And you mine.”

  Grey is familiar with the Bloodmate ritual through his studies. He wants to explain to Mila but only wants to be with her, feel her from the inside. “The Bloodmate ritual…”

  “Shhhh…” Shy says, “just be with me.”

  Grey complies letting her finish unbuttoning his shirt as he slides her strap down and off her shoulder letting his finger glide along her buttery soft skin. “You’re pure magic.” He says licking his lips.

  She quirks her brow with a smile cut into her cheek, “I’ll show you magic.” She unbuckles his belt painfully slow, showing restraint. Mila reaches into his pants taking him into her hands. Grey shudders as she wraps her fingers around his cock, the throbbing intensifies. He blows out a breath and moves her back toward the bed.

  He lays her down, “I need more of you.”

  “Take what you want. I’m yours.” She lays back in surrender on the bed.

  He spreads her knees apart dragging his lips up her thigh to the warm wet center. With careful strokes his tongue circles the hard nub between her legs. She bucks wildly with pleasure. Heat runs through him and he wants to plunge his cock into her, but also go slow. He slides his fingers inside her as he continues to work her clit with his tongue.

  Mila writhes and gasps, calling his name. Her legs are quivering with pleasure as her orgasm builds from her core.

  Grey pauses looking up at his beauty. Her lips parted sucking in hard breaths, “Don’t you fucking stop.” She growls out.

  Grey rubs his nose along the warm wet lips of her pleasure, her scent driving him wild. But tasting her, touching her and being with her has nearly restored his control.

  He goes down on her again licking her glistening seam, the sweet nectar of her pussy exploding on his tongue. He can’t remember ever tasting anything so sweet and satisfying. He buries his tongue deep inside her and slides his hands under her grasping her ass to keep her from bucking away from him.

  He lets out a groan the wetter she gets for him. He flicks his tongue on the bundle of nerves that pulses every time he touches her. Her breathing becomes more erratic and uneven, pleasure ribboning through her body. She lets out a long wail of ecstasy and her body stills.

  Mila leans up, threading her fingers through Grey’s hair. Her eyes on fire with desire, he responds with muffled laugh while nibbling at her folds.

  “More.” She growls out pulling him up to her.

  Grey slowly makes his way to her mouth peppering her skin with hot kisses. He gives proper attention to each breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth, circling with his tongue and giving a nip at the end.

  Mila squeals with joy, giggling at the sensation. “That was…”

  “The first of many. You are mine, I am yours, and we will spend eternity together in this bliss.” Grey lays his head on her chest, his breath leaving a warm trail on her breast, “I’ve never before looked forward to living forever, until this moment. You’ve made my existence mean something other than just watching the world change around me. Now, you are my world.”

  “Grey, I’ve never felt anything like this. Our kind…” She hesitates, “We have many mates, but I can only ever imagine being with you. I want no other, I only want to belong to each other.” Mila says with an air of confusion in her tone. “It’s so far out of my nature, but feels so incredibly true.”

  “We were created for each other, we are Bloodmates.” Grey kisses up the soft skin on her neck to her ear. “Meant to be one, together forever.” He teases the spot behind her ear with his tongue. The sound of her blood rushing through her veins is pushing him over the edge of control. He struggles to maintain his composure. He wants to sink his fangs into her and drink from her. “For so many centuries, I thought the stories of Bloodmates were nothing but a myth, a fairy tale, but in this moment, knowing that I need to be with you and near you forever, I’m living the fairytale now.”

  Mila wraps her legs around him coaxing his throbbing cock closer to her. “I need you. Inside me. Now.”

  “As you wish, my love.” Slowly Grey slides his steely length inside her wet walls.

  Mila moans at feeling her pussy being stretched open by him, she tries to steady her breathing, “Slow.”

  “Yes, my love.” Grey stills himself, concerned that he’s hurting her tiny form. “Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

  “No, I just want to feel every last inch of you as you invade me.” Her eyes turn blood red and fangs protrude from her gums.

  A breath hitches in Grey’s throat as her walls tighten around him. A devilish grin dances on her lips, “Am I hurting you?”

  Grey shakes his head no, he eyes her fangs, “Fangs?”

  “I’m a blood fairy.” She squeezes him again and lifts her hips to take all of him inside her, “I showed you mine, now you show me yours.”

  Grey stops for a moment, wrestling with his thoughts of keeping his fangs hidden.

  “What’s wrong?” Concern fills her tone.

  Grey’s eyes widen as he rhythmically thrusts inside her, “Not a Goddamn thing.”

  Mila threads her fingers behind his neck and pulls him to her dragging her teeth across his neck, “I want to taste you.”

  Grey responds with a hard breath, he has a deep need to feed her and satiate her Thirst. He lifts his chin fully exposing his neck to her.

  Mila sinks her fangs into his neck and moans as the warm liquid fills her mouth. The sensation running through Grey urges him on. He leans down while she’s still feeding on him and gently punctures her neck, the thick blood explodes with an intense flavor and magic that fills his whole body as his Thirst is sated.

  Their bodies remain intertwined as they drink from each other creating an unbreakable bond between them. Their bodies move in a smooth and vigorous rhythm.

  Nothing else exists in their world, only the sounds of their breath brushing against one another and the soft suckling of each other’s blood. Grey feels her pussy tighten again around his shaft. “Mila,” he growls.

  Mila pulls away from his neck for a moment to look in his eyes. “Yes.” She smiles knowingly.

  Grey has no words, he looks
upon the face of his future. Knowing that as long as he has her, he will be content forever.

  Mila runs her finger along the blood on her lip, then moves to Grey’s lip, “I love you.” She giggles raising her hips to him.

  “I love you too.” Grey says and continues, “From this moment forward I will feed all of your needs, wants and desires. I will protect you from all that would threaten you. I take you as mine and beg that you will take me as yours for all eternity.”

  A ragged breath hitches in Mila’s throat as Grey speaks while still pumping his hard cock inside her. “I will be yours forever, here for you to feed on; mind, body and soul. I want to be your everything from this day forward and throughout eternity. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine.”

  Mila lowers her head then looks up through hooded eyes, “I submit to you as your Bloodmate.”

  The crescendo of Grey’s orgasm pools in the tip of his dick. He says with choppy breath, “And I submit to you, as your Bloodmate.”

  Grey can’t control himself for one more second, a roar rips through the room dancing on the echo of Mila’s cries of passion. “Grey, I’m coming.”

  “I am too.” Grey doesn’t stop his rhythmic pumping. He feels her squeeze and spasm around him as he fills her completely.

  He collapses sweaty and breathless, careful not to crush her tiny form. “That was…”

  “Holy hell,” Mila breathes, then playfully licks the blood drying on Grey’s neck. “What was that?

  Grey’s asks, “I thought you knew the Bloodmate ritual.”

  “Is that what that was?” She asks astounded trailing her fingers along the plane of his chest.

  “Yes, we have completed the exchange of blood. Neither of us will ever need to feed from another. Your blood is all I will ever need again.” He thinks about it for a moment, “I’m not sure how it works for other races.”

  Mila smiles and with serious eyes says, “It doesn’t matter, your blood is all I’ll ever want.”

  Bliss floods Grey and all of his senses. He can’t remember a time when he has ever felt so content. He pulls her tighter into his chest. “This is all I’ve ever needed in life, and I never knew it.”

  Mila nuzzles into him releasing a content sigh.

  Banging on the door startles them both. “Grey, I know you’re in there.” Angus’ frantic voice comes from the other side.

  “Go away, Angus,” Grey says pulling Mila closer.

  “You’ve got trouble, Grey and it’s heading this way fast,” Angus yells through the door. “I’m coming in.”

  Mila rolls her eyes, “The Brownie?”

  “Yeah,” Grey says with a laugh.

  Angus appears at the foot of the bed, “Oh for fuck’s sake.” He looks away. “The last thing I wanted to see was your white ass in the air.”

  “I never said to come in,” Grey says pulling the sheets up to cover Mila.

  “Vash is coming and he’s not alone,” Angus says looking away from the couple.

  “I can handle Vash,” Grey says confidently.

  “He’s called the ‘Home Office’. You’re going to have The Directive all over you in short order.” Angus’ eyes Mila suspiciously. “There was a total of eight bodies at Underground Atlanta.”

  “What does that have to do with us?” Grey asks.

  “Your little blood fairy there likely has some insight on the situation.” Angus tips his head toward Mila.

  “Are you implying she had something to do with those bodies?” Grey throws his shoulders back in challenge.

  “I’ll flat out say it! That’s why Blood Fairies aren’t allowed here, they’re cold-blooded killers.” Angus says fortifying his stance.

  In a flash, Grey is up and has Angus pinned against the wall with his fangs bared, “You watch what you say about my mate.”

  Angus’ features blanch in terror, he struggles against Grey’s grip. In a choked voice he says, “Grey, I can’t breathe.”

  “I know.” Grey says in a low, threatening voice, “Mila did not kill anyone.”

  Angus cringes before speaking, “How do you know?”

  “She’s my mate, I know.” Grey doesn’t question Mila’s innocence for a second.

  “But Vash doesn’t. He thinks she did it and I’m sure he’s told, Clarence. This is an easy win for him. You know how wolves can be.” Angus explains.

  “I also know how Brownies can be.” Grey lowers his eyes to Angus’.

  Angus squirms and squeezes his eyes shut. “Can you let me go?”

  Grey loosens his grip slightly to allow Angus to speak.

  “Whether she did it or not, they’re coming for her. I can help you.” Angus offers.

  “I don’t need your help, Angus.” Grey quirks his brow.

  “But do you want it?” Angus says with a smile cut into his right cheek.

  Mila slides out of the bed and stands next to Grey. “How can you help?”

  Angus’ eyes widen seeing Mila’s naked form, he makes a choking sound when Grey squeezes his throat again. “Avert your eyes,” Grey growls.

  Angus quickly complies turning his head to look out the window, “Wow.”

  Grey tightens his grip.

  “Sorry.” Angus chokes out.

  “Answer me, how do you think you can help?” Mila asks, truly interested.

  “I can create a diversion, buy you guys some time to get out of here.” Angus rubs his neck when Grey releases him. “I don’t know where you’re going to go, it’s not like you can hide from The Directive.”

  “We have no need of hiding from The Directive.” Grey takes the sheet off the bed and wraps Mila protectively. “But I have no desire to wait around to negotiate with a bunch of trained dogs.”

  “They aren’t looking to negotiate. They’ve got local vamps on the payroll.” Angus says as a warning.

  “They don’t concern me either.” Grey pulls his trousers on and looks to Mila, “But we really shouldn’t wait around. Negotiating with The Directive will prove more difficult if I’ve left a carnage of their operatives.”

  Mila’s eyes spark, “You’d do that for me?” She sidles up to Grey nuzzling into his chest.

  “I will destroy anyone that so much as looks at you wrong,” Grey growls into her ear.

  Mila runs a single finger down the center of his well-formed chest, “And I for you.”

  Grey lifts her lips to his. “My Mila.”

  Chapter Seventeen

  Mila digs in her bag for clean clothes and blows out a frustrated breath. Grey comes up behind her, “What’s the matter, my love?”

  Mila smiles rolling her eyes, “Nothing to wear.”

  “Not to worry, I’ll get you whatever you need once we’re out of here.” He assures her.

  “Do you really think we can trust him?” Mila ticks her head toward the main room where Angus is.

  “To a point.” Grey zips his suitcase. “Angus and I have been friends for a long time, he’s never betrayed me, but then again, the price has never been right.”

  “Where are we going to go?” She asks slinging her bag over her shoulder.

  Grey takes the bag from her, “Right now, I want to focus on getting out of Atlanta with little to no incident.” He takes her into his arms, “Then we find your mother.”

  A breath hitches in Mila’s throat, “My mother?”

  Grey nods smiling, leading her by the hand toward the door. “Yes, we’re going to find her.”

  “How did you…” She trails off watching his confident movements, falling deeper for him with every step he takes. “Hera?”

  “Yes,” he confirms then continues, “Speaking of people we shouldn’t trust, she makes the list.”

  Mila stops in place wanting to defend Hera. “Hera would never betray me.”

  “I think you are mistaken,” Grey says with a solemn lilt in his tone. “We’ll talk in the car. But let’s get a move on.”

  Mila knows he’s right, Hera was going to take her back home. She w
onders if she ever had any intention of really looking for her mother, or if this was just a patronizing vacation for her.

  Angus paces the living room floor when they come in. “What’s taking you two so long.”

  “I had to pack,” Grey says coolly.

  “You might have moved a little faster.” Angus scowls looking out the window. “They’re here.”

  “I know,” Grey says moving toward the window. He steps out onto the balcony curling his lip in disgust, “I can smell them.”

  Banging on the door draws Mila’s attention, she looks to Grey, “What are we going to do?”

  “Do you trust me?” Grey asks wrapping his arm around her waist.

  “Of course I do.” She says.

  “Then hold on.” Grey pulls her tighter in and looks at Angus, “I’ll see you next time.”

  “Hopefully there won’t be a next time.” Angus shakes his head.

  Grey nods and effortlessly leaps over the balcony. Mila holds tight, she trusts him, but jumping from this height is a little daunting for her. She would’ve preferred phasing out.

  They land in front of the valet stand startling William. “Professor Grey.”

  “William, my keys?” He asks taking a twenty dollar bill from his pocket.

  William surrenders the keys with shaky hands. “Thank you, sir, I hope you enjoyed your stay.”

  “It was delightful as always.” Grey unlocks the car with the keyfob, opens the door for Mila and helps her into the car.

  Mila watches as he puts the bags in the trunk and joins her in the front seat, his speed is impressive, nothing but a flash of movement and they are already on the road.

  Mila watches out the window at the strange world around her. This is the first time she’s really felt relaxed, which goes against everything she should be feeling. She’s being hunted.

  Grey moves the car through traffic with precision, and they are quickly out of the city. She turns several times looking behind them looking for anyone giving chase.

  Grey puts his hand on her knee, “It’s going to be okay. They’ll have a difficult time following us.”