Blood Lust

Page Ten

I’m reminded how it was to feel to breathe, to really breathe. The moment when our mouths finally lashed on to each other, we hadn't even closed the door to his loft yet when we finally kissed, for what felt like forever, but it had only been a week.

One long terrible week.

My hands find his broad shoulders and pull him even closer to me. I yanked him closer, and when he bit my lower lip I gasped out a quiet moan, his own hands finding their home on my lower hips.

I heard the door slam shut. He must've used one of his feet to shut it as he kissed me hungrily. Like he had missed me as much as I missed him.

I heard him growl softly as he spun us around, pinning me against the table and bending me down, my back to him, “Who’s my good girl?” He growled into my ear.

I let out a soft whimper in response. His long, thin fingers gripped my hair tightly and yanked my head upward, “Answer me.” He growled in my ear as he spread my legs with one of his legs.

My wrist hit a bowl and it clattered to the floor as I braced myself onto the table. He groaned but didn't seem to even care about the broken bowl.

Before I spoke I bit my lower lip, smirking to myself, knowing where this was going, I wasn’t stupid.

“I’m your good girl.” I said in a quiet whimper, trying to look at him but with his tight grip on my hair I couldn’t turn my head.

He kissed my neck, nipping my earlobe, “Damn straight, babe.” He pulled up my long skirt and I felt his fingers yank off the silk panties I had on, “Already wet for me? Good girl.”

I heard him ask in my ear, I knew it wasn’t for me to answer, he already knew, because my panties were clinging to my wetness when he pulled them off.

His fingers trailed up my arms then he spun me around, gripping me closely as he kissed me, I squeaked out a moan as my hands found his shoulders.

He spread my legs with his hands then without any warning he dropped to his knees, looking at me, our eyes glued to each other.

Suddenly there is a knock on the front door, “Excuse me Sir but I forgot to ask earlier.” It was Jack.

He growled in frustration as he stood up and fixed his hair. I quickly pushed down my skirt and sat on the table, trying to settle the thundering of my heart.

Odinn yanked open the door, “What?” There was venom on his tongue.

“Ronnie wants y-”

“She can f*****g wait until morning. I’m f*****g busy.” There was still venom swimming all over those words, he was furious at being interrupted.

I jumped down off the table. He snapped his middle finger and thumb, then pointed back at the table, “Get back there.”

I froze, eyes glued to his back, he snapped his fingers again, “Get. Back.”

I slowly walked back to the table.

“My apologies Sir.” Jack said, “Have a good night Sir, Ma'am.” Then he walked down the stairs and Odinn shut and locked the door.

In two long strides, he was facing me, “Now, where were we?”