30. VANYA: AFTERCARE

Death by orgasm.
My throat was sore and my voice hoarse from screaming. Everything around me was forgotten expect for the lightning bolts of pleasure that were shooting through me.
Sweat coated my skin and slowly trailed down my body.
My legs started to quiver as another orgasm neared. I’d lost track of how many times I’d come.
Wasn’t he supposed to give me his blood? Wasn’t he supposed to cure me instead of torturing me?
“Tell me,” Obsidian growled close to my ear.
At first I thought that I was the only one suffering, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. It was the little things that gave the most away.
Like the way his voice grew huskier by the seconds. The way his big body trembled against mine whenever he moved his body too close. The way he was panting as badly as I and the way him sometimes gave into the impulse to purr.
My body tensed. My mind blanked. And then it hit me, much more intense than anything I’d ever fucking felt in my whole life. But this time Obsidian didn’t move the vibrator away like he had all those other times I’d exploded. He kept it right in place.
“P-please,” I breathed as tears spilled onto my cheeks. “I c-can’t.”
“Answer my question,” he rasped. “Just answer the fucking question, Vanya, and it’ll all end.”
But telling him anything would be a betrayal to my father. Betraying my family was the last thing I wanted to do.
“I’m sorry.”
A sob fell from my lips and the fight just drained right out of me. I slumped in the chair and continued to sob.
In an instant it all stopped.
Hands and lips soothed the pain when the nipple clamps were removed, and then the robes around my wrist and elbows were gone.
I instantly wrapped my arms across my chest and curled into myself. *What kind of monster tortured someone until they finally broke?*
In less than a minute I was untied from the chair and pulled against his chest.

*How could he have been trained to torture women like that?*

***

Lukewarm water was beating down on my legs.
I slowly became aware of more—like the fact that I was sitting sideways on his lap and leaning against his chest. He was actually cradling me to his chest and it only made me want to cry harder.
My eyes dropped to the hand resting on top of my thigh.
It was something I never noticed before, the scars covering the back of his hand.
Without thinking, I reached out and traced one.
Obsidian’s body jerked as if I scared him. He swallowed loudly before he spoke. “I’m sorry,” he rasped. “Forgive me.”
I said nothing. There really was nothing to say. He tortured me by making me orgasm over and over again. It was okay the first three times, but after that it became unbearable.
Obsidian sighed and straightened a bit. He pulled his hand from underneath mine and slipped me in between his spread thighs.
From the corner of my eyes, I watched as he picked up the showerhead.
“Tilt you head back,” he ordered softly.
I hesitated and then did as he ordered. Obsidian wet my hair and did the most unexpected thing—he started massaging shampoo into my hair.
My body slowly relaxed as his fingertips brushed my sculp. When the shampoo was worked in, he rinsed my hair and repeated the process with conditioner. However, he didn’t immediately rinse. Instead he pulled me against his chest and started washing the front of my body. I flinched when his hand slipped between my legs and brushed against my oversensitive flesh.
“Vanya”—he hugged me with his arms wrapped across my chest—“we don’t have family like you humans do—I mean blood-related family. Devrim and Ezra, they mean a lot to me. If anyone—especially a human—wants to harm them, I will do anything and everything to protect them.”
I swallowed. “E-even if it means killing m-me?”
There was no hesitation in his answer. “Yes.”
The tears returned which confused me. I had no idea exactly why his words hurt me so much. He had always been an asshole towards me. He had made it clear what he thought of my kind, so his words weren’t supposed to surprise me at all. It should’ve been expectant, but it wasn’t.
He pulled away and rinsed my hair and body with the showerhead.
I gasped when he gripped my hips and turned me sideways. One of his hands slipped into the wet strands at the nape of my neck and pulled until my head was tilted backwards and I was looking right at him.
“You’re their one chance at happiness, Vanya. Please don’t make me ruin it,” he whispered.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I hesitated only for a second before I reached up and cupped his cheek. I pushed aside the pain that flashed through me when he flinched.
“I would never ever do anything to hurt you, Dev, Ezra, or your pride.” I blinked away the tears and willed him to believe me with my eyes.
His eyes darted over my face and then locked with mine again. Obsidian stared at me for what felt like forever before he lowered his head. The hand that was gripping my hair slid to the front of my neck. He gently squeezed and then let go, but kept his hand against my neck.
“If you do anything to put us in danger, I won’t hesitate to kill you. Mate or not. Do you understand, Vanya?”
I nodded. Fear settled in the pit of my stomach as he continued to stare at me. Obsidian meant every word he said. He would kill me without a second thought.
His hand slid down my throat and came to a stop against my breastbone.
“How do you feel?”
“Fine,” I lied.
“Good. Straddle me.”
I blinked at him and then hesitantly followed his order. Awkwardness filled me—I was straddling him, but I had no idea where to put my hands. Why didn’t he like touching?
“I need you to drink as much blood as you can,” he muttered. “We heal quickly so as soon as I cut, you need to start drinking.”
I nodded. I was about to drink blood like a damn vampire. There was something seriously wrong with this. It couldn’t be healthy at all, right?
“Ready?”
I held my breath and after a moment nodded. My eyes dropped to his hands as he raised it.
Obsidian hesitated and then tilted his head to the side and pressed a sharp claw to a spot near the crook of his neck. He didn’t even acknowledge the pain as he sliced his own skin open.
I stared in dismay as blood pooled around the wound he had inflected.
“Vanya,” he growled.
I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his skin against the cut. The last thing I wanted was for him to hurt himself if the cut healed too soon for me to drink any blood. Even though it went against every instinct I had, I started sucking on the cut to draw more of his blood into my mouth.
His groan had my stomach clenching and heat shooting through me.
I forgot all about his no-touching rule when he gripped my hips and pulled me closer. His arousal dug into my stomach; hard and ready.
A whimper fell from my lips when I realized that the blood had stopped flowing.
Obsidian wrapped his arms around my waist and stood.
Lifting my head, I stared down at the already healed cut. Some blood still surrounded it, so I leaned forward and licked it from his skin.
He took one step forward and slammed my back against the wall, thankfully not hard enough to really hurt. I pulled my head away to look up at him. The moment my head tilted toward his, his mouth slammed down on mine.
Obsidian lifted me a little and reached between our bodies, and a few seconds later he was slowly entering me. I forgot all about the sensitivity once he was full seethed inside me.
His growl was a bit scary.
Obsidian’s hands slid down to grip my ass as he started moving. Two slow and steady thrust and then he was pounding into me like he had done when he took me against the tree.
Fast and hard.
My nails dug into his shoulders as he tilted his hips and hit just the right spot.
“Bite.”
I opened my eyes and blinked at him.
Swallowing, he reached up and slid a claw across his skin. “Suck.”
I didn’t hesitate this time. Gripping the side of his neck, I sucked on the cut as hard as I could. His dick jerking inside me and the shudder that raced through his body was enough to spur me on.
With Obsidian moving inside me and hitting that spot, and his blood flowing into my mouth, I gave way to the pleasure and crashed over the edge.