Page 94 of Sinful Mates

“Did something fucking die in here?” I ask, the smell making me crinkle my nose in disgust.

This is the only motel or hotel in this town, you’re going to have to manage,” Theo snaps.

“I prefer to sleep in the car or outside,” I whing.

Theo rips the linen off the bed, ignoring my comment. Dust flies everywhere. I could 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 stalk outside, not being able to handle the uncleanliness. Did they never clean around here? Theo emerges a few minutes later and heads toward the office with the filthy linen before walking to the boot 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 servos. 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 am just denying that part of me. Arousal hits me as I step into the room and watch him make the bed. The smell was gone, now the old blankets are out, and the only smell is Theo’s scent. Feeling my eyes on him, he glances up. His red eyes peer back at me. I miss his green eyes. It has been a while since I ‘ve seen 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 try to conceal.

“Sleep, Tobias. I’ll start searching the forest for any cabins and will keep heading north; pull on the link when you’re awake, and I will come back,” he said, chucking the duvet on the bed.

He removes his shirt, changing it for a clean one. He makes his way toward me to leave and keep searching, doing the buttons up on his way toward me. When he brushes past me, I don’t even realize what I have done till he stops looking at me. My hand tightly around his wrist, preventing him from leaving.

“Don’t start something you have no intentions 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 to me, my lips hungrily devouring him as I pulled him closer. His lips freeze in place until he feels through the bond, searching before realizing I’m not letting him leave. My cock painfully presses against my jeans. His teeth bite down on my lip, making me growl as I shove him toward 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 tugs on my belt, removing my pants as I step out of them, my cock springing free, only for him to grab it, his large hands stroking 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 just now realizing how much I have missed him, missed his touch.

“Take your pants off.” My voice is rough, my breathing hard as he squirms 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 fucked, and Theo has no problem with his sexuality. Weare both bi, but I never did half the things he has done for me. Old beliefs are sometimes still hard to get past. Moving between his legs, I take his shaft, squeezing it before running my hand up its hardened length.

“Tobias, you don’t have to.” I ignored 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 bottoming 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. Imogen tastes sweet; Theo, however, is salty in a good way. Sweet and savory. Both are more intoxicating than any amount of alcohol I have ever consumed.

I suck his cock hard, my hand rubbing at the parts of him I can’t fit in my mouth. His hips moved 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, just loving the feel 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 to 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 breathing groan making me smirk as I ram into him. His body stilling before pushing 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 could feel him through the bond always pulling against me, trying to gauge my emotions, feel 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 before stilling, my seed spilling into him. 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 pushes 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.

“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. Even though I know the man in reception is dead, I know he needs more blood, and craves it.

“Not until you feed,” I say again, turning 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 me, needing him to need me and not just her, just like he needs me to need him. It’s 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 feel 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 his eyes for weeks. He has just finished getting dressed, and I have just 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 am 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.

“Father, wait,” Theo says, snatching the phone from my hand.

“It’s too late, son, I’m already here. I will let you know anything I find out. Don’t worry about me. We need answers. I intend to make sure we get them. We need our girls back.”

For months we have been hiding at Claire’s cabin in the woods. Months of feeling their pain though they can’t feel mine. Claire assured me that much. I don’t think they would cope knowing how much I want them. I rub my hand over my swollen belly; it’s hard and round while I gaze out the window over the breathtaking scenery. We are high in the mountains, nothing to be seen except the dense forest. It’s peaceful here, but lonely. I crave being back in their arms, crave their touch, crave the smell of them, my entire body yearning to be with them. What makes it worse is being able to feel them. Feel their heartache, feel their anger, feel their need for me. But knowing they are slowly going insane without me pulls at something deep within me. It aches deeper than I can explain.

It feels like it’s pulling on my soul, yet staring down at my growing belly, I know it’s worth it. Caroline thinks I can have the baby any day now. But we never talk about what will happen after. Never talk about whether I will still be alive to see my child. I know she fears the unknown too, fears what Tobias and Theo will do if I die. Claire told me she can’t see my future, can’t see if I will survive the birth. Said she can only see darkness when she tries.

Claire has been teaching me spells and how to make potions, using herbs and plants from her gardens. But actually conjuring Magic is proving difficult. I can kind of feel it, yet nothing happens. I’ve scoured over my family’s grimoires so much, I now know every spell and enchantment off the top of my head. I can’t do anything with the power I apparently possess and can’t quite seem to grasp it.