Of Blood & Consequence (Book 2 of The Blood Bond Series)

12. Popcorn

Michael walked in to find Delia spread out on the bed wearing the skimpiest piece of filmy fabric he'd ever seen in his life. It barely counted as apparel.

Thin lace edging and see-through, whisper-thin red, the baby doll bodice clasped right between her breasts and then spread out in an upside down 'V'. Michael's gaze dragged down her body and took in the tiniest pair of panties he'd ever seen. They split down the middle too, giving the smallest slice of slick flesh and dripping folds until he was climbing onto the bed, coaxing her legs wider.

He found she might as well have not been wearing panties at all.

"Where've you been hiding this flimsy piece of fabric, cara?" he growled. His tongue darted out to taste the flesh between her t**s before tugging at the latch in the middle. If he wasn't enjoying her ensemble so much and had the money to spare, he would have used his teeth to tear it open and release her breasts.

Groaning, he fought with that urge for now and listened to Delia's answer. "Just something I've been saving for a special occasion."

He chuckled. Couldn't help it. "Almost sucking a couple of wandering humans dry is cause for celebration? That's cruel, sweetheart."

She joined him in a series of c**k-hardening giggles that made him want to loosen his belt and slide right into her to cut them off with a gasp.

"No. The fact that I didn't eat them alive is, though."

He had to concur, but she was too distracting, too alluring a sight to ruin it with too many words. He was proud of her, yes, but he could show that to her just as easily with his d**k as with his mouth.

Or at least with what he could say with said mouth.

He pressed hot, hungry kisses all the up her chest, taking her lips finally on a moan that heated him up and had him wanted to bolt off the bed to rid himself of every bit of fabric he had on.

As he claimed her lips over and over again, sliding his tongue over hers, he took the clasp of her bodice and tugged it open, easily unlatching it one-handed. Her breasts spilled free, and Michael cupped one before pinching the n****e. He rolled them between his fingers, one after the other, until they were both hard and aching.

"Michael, please!"

He rolled a n****e into his mouth and sucked, harder than he would have normally, and yet still knowing in his gut that that was what his mate wanted, needed. He tended to her with his mouth, his hands grazing downward to slick across her wetness, then pressing inside of her with the heel of his palm grinding against her clit. She shook, tossing her head back on a soft cry that drew a low sound to rattle in Michael's chest.

Using his other hand, he undid his belt and unzipped his pants, relieving some of the pressure in his groin before squeezing it back in at the base of hic c**k.

His hand was quickly batted away when her fingers reached into his boxers and found the heated length of him, stroking gently until giving small little squeezes that teased him to fully erect.

His wet mouth popped off her breast, his chest heaving as he pulled in sweet drag after sweet drag of her scent. It was something he could never get enough of, and he rolled over onto his back, taking Delia with him and pulling her up and over him until her p***y was dripping for him and directly over his waiting mouth.

He drew her down, closer to his lips until she froze in place.

"Wait," she called softly. "Let me...I want to readjust."

He let go of her hips and was surprised when she pulled away and turned around, her hand fisting the base of his c**k as her soaked cunt lowered to his face.

His tongue pressed against her clit, and he groaned when her mouth closed over the head of his d**k. She was just sucking the tip, but it still made his head pound and caused the blood to rush directly to his d**k. If he'd been human, he would have been dizzy due to the lack of blood rushing from his head to his groin, but vampires didn't get woozy. Bloodlusty, yes. Woozy—never.

He dragged her lower until she was grinding against his face, his mouth and chin flooded with the sweet scent of her arousal and dripping down his neck.

As her mouth slid down his shaft, he could feel her tongue flattening against him, the tip tapping out the Morse code of s*x and making him so hard he could break through concrete with it had he tried. As she swallowed him down deeper with each bob of her head, he lashed wildly at her clit, sucked it up, let it go with a wet pop.

Then he'd start again. Over and over.

He could barely hear her sounds as her thighs tightened around his ears, but he could feel the moans she gave him as they vibrated around his manhood, shooting sparks of pleasure down his c**k and straight up his spine.

Even as Delia edged closer to release, she swallowed him down more eagerly, letting her throat close around him before relaxing.

With his mouth full, he found himself wanting to say all the things he felt he couldn't at the moment. How she was his life now and it didn't matter who his parents were. That the only family he needed was her and their future children.

How every thing he'd lived through until today was worth it now that he had her.

As well-intended and true as those words would have been, he knew they would never be enough to assuage her curiosity, so he bit them back and contented himself with being in the moment as her drew her quivering s*x back into his mouth and bit down hard, drawing her blood into his mouth.

She cried out even as she tightened for him, the pulse of her orgasm popping her off his d**k with the suddenness of her release, though her hand was still wrapped around his base and squeezing at him.

She collapsed over him, feeling winded for a moment until trying to bring his c**k back into her mouth as she flicked her tongue out to lick around the flared ridge of his crown. A spank to her ass startled her until he growled out a decree.

"I'm not finishing up in your mouth tonight."

She was flipped onto her back, her chest still rising and falling rapidly. Delia was honestly surprised that her lingerie was still relatively on her body as he crawled back over her, though loosened and pooled onto the bed now. She wanted to wriggle right out of it and feel only skin on skin.

As Michael wiped some of the excess moisture from his mouth and chin, his chest heaved with its own desire, and he spread her legs wider for him, pushing her knees up and catching them from behind before pulling them up to his shoulders. Her ankles locked around the back of his neck, and he lowered his lips to hers as he began to sink into her tight, wet heat.

He churned his hips when he was finally seated deep, grinding against her before withdrawing. His eyes flickered between their joining and her face, her soft brown eyes dewy and laden with desire. With her lips parting on soft little moans, he watched himself drive back into her, the slickness coating his thick shaft as he gave her every inch slowly, just letting him feel her clasping around him as he withdrew and pressed forward, his movements methodical and steady.

Her tongue swiped moisture across her lips, and Michael had to have her mouth again. He unlocked her ankles, spreading her wider before laying over her and crushing her lips to his. His tongue swept into her mouth, sharing her fragrance and essence before withdrawing and pressing his forehead to hers.

They panted, eyes locked, gazes fixed on the other's.

"Promise me," she whispered, her breath catching on the last word as her muscles tensed around him.

His eyes clenched shut.

I've killed people, sposina. Not for blood but for...other things. Revenge. Money. So many other things...

How could he tell her that? Now or ever?

I wasn't always a good person. Once upon a time, I was the one you would flee from, not the man you would entrust your safety to.

He felt lucky that Eli had given him the benefit of the doubt. It had only helped he'd been straightforward with his past when he'd been interviewed for a full-time position at SecurElite and beyond.

He allowed himself the bitter taste of self-hatred he felt for just a moment. How could he let his employer know his past when he couldn't bring it forth on his lips with his partner for life? Though he wanted to believe she'd understand, he wasn't a trusting person in general.

It was almost laughable. Trust. She should always have it in him.

"I will. It's a promise."

A promise he knew he'd have to keep, one way or the other.

***

Later, after several more rounds in the bedroom, he was heating up a drink for himself and Delia, listening to the drone of the TV in the background. He smiled. His mate was a big fan of old reruns of Friends and That 70s Show. As he listened in on her occasional chuckling, he got an idea.

Delia was bored staying at home all the time. She needed entertainment, and rewatching seasons one through ten of her favorite shows was going to get old after a while.

If it already wasn't.

Taking his cell phone out of his pocket, he pulled up a text and tapped away on his phone.

Michael: You busy?

Eli: Did you take my advice and f**k her until she loves you again?

Michael: I'm flipping you off right now. And...sort of.

Eli: Sort of?

Michael: I'm not telling you all the filthy things I do or want to do to get her to forgive me when I f**k up.

Eli: I'm also quite sure they're tame in comparison to myself. Anyway, what's up?

Michael: I need a favor. A big one...

Eli: Advice and favors are my specialty. What do you need?

Michael: I want to take Delia to the movies.

Eli: ...

Michael: ?

Eli: It'll turn into a slasher film if you bring her out right now.

Michael: Not if I bring the movies to her. You game?

Eli: I'm intrigued. Tell me more.

So, Michael explained his idea. It was fortunate for him that Eli was in the movie-making business and had the absolute right to see a film before it was released. He'd paid for them to be made, and he was given certain rights and privileges as the primary backer.

It was also excellent timing as the first cut of Cassie's first movie was ready to be seen. Unofficially, at least. There were a lot of edits still to be made until it was ready for theaters, but it would thrill Delia to see her best friend's 'artistic baby' come to life before anyone else could get a peek at it.

As he handed the warmed-up cup of blood to Delia, he held his cell phone in his hand, still texting like a madman with his right hand. Delia watched him as she sipped, her eyes flickering between the screen and him as he seemed fascinated with what he was reading on his phone.

"Am I interrupting your little bromance with Eli?" she asked. "Should I leave you and your cell phone alone so you two can love up on each other or what?"

He glanced over at her, offering her his tenderest half-smile. "Just business, cuore," he lied to her.

Personal business, he added in his head.

She raised her hands in surrender. "Chat away business style, then. You won't get any objection from me."

She smiled at him, but it was too knowing. She suspected something or knew he was full of s**t. Knee-deep in it, in fact. Still, she fixed her gaze on the TV and watched as, once again, Ross and Rachel broke up "let's take a break" style.

Michael tried to school the inner glee he felt about his idea of bringing the movies to her. If they'd been human, he would have catered a nice, fancy dinner, but he figured some warm blood and maybe some movie-style popcorn as a nod to the silver screen would suffice.