67. VANYA: I LOVE YOU

It felt like my whole world had been twisted upside down. I blinked up at Obsidian in shock. I thought that I had uttered those words in the heat of the moment, but I realized that it hadn’t been me.
“S-say something,” Obsidian begged. “It’s the right w-words, right? It’s what humans say to each other, right?” He swallowed loudly. “Vanya?”
I reached up a shaky hand and pressed it to his cheek. My eyes darted over his face as I breathed. He had said it not me. Obsidian had just told me that he loved me and I wasn’t sure what to make of it.
It could’ve been said in the heat of the moment. He was sick. He still had a high fever. It could be his fever talking. But those words coming from his lips gave me hope. He might regret it later on, but I was going to take what he was giving.
“Vanya?”
I gave him a small watery smile. “I. . .I love you, too.”
“All of us?” he questioned, brows dipping into a frown. “You need to love all of us otherwise it’s not going to work.”
“Do you love them?”
He nodded. “Yes. Do you?”
“Yes,” I whispered, stroking his cheek. “I love them too.”
He gave me a wide smile with his sharp teeth on full display. “Good.”
I raised my head and pressed my lips to his at the same time as he started moving again. He titled his hips slightly, hitting my g-spot over and over again. My back arched and a cry fell from my lips as I crashed over the edge, closely followed by Obsidian.

***

I blinked sleepy eyes as I stared up at the ceiling. Obsidian’s body brushed mine as he moved slightly. His head rested on the pillow next to mine with one of his legs curled around mine. It was silent, our breathing long since returned to normal and the sweat already dried on our skin.
A sigh fell from my lips when Obsidian placed his hand on my stomach. It slowly slid higher until it rested a few inches below my ribs. I froze when he traced the still healing surgical scar above my second rib.
“I’m sorry,” he rasped.
I licked my lips. “The first time you apologized to me, you promised to kill me,” I whispered. “Are you going to kill me if I—?”
“I can’t.” His head moved closer. “It’ll destroy us all if something happened to you. You’re not like Lindsey, I know that now.”
I clutched at the sheets beneath me as his hand slid over to another scar—the one caused by Mike that night I accidentally discovered him dumping a body. His lips brushed my shoulder.
“Did you love her?” I asked him after a few minutes of silence.
“I thought I did. I was young and hopeful.” He growled. “I looked her right in the eyes as I slid her throat, and I saw that whatever we had meant nothing to her. It never has.”
I shuddered at the image he painted. Shaking my head slightly, I reached up and placed my hand on top of his. Obsidian pushed himself up onto his elbow, making me turn my head to look at him. He had a small smile playing on his lips.
“You love me,” he muttered in slight disbelieve. “You love me.”
Reaching up, I moved a few strands of his hair that had fallen across his forehead.
“You still scare me sometimes,” I whispered. “And I still don’t understand your need to cause pain or why you’re obsessed with knives.”
“But you love me.”
He looked like a little kid about to open a Christmas present for the first time.
“Yes.”
He kissed me again and slid his hand up my side, touching a tender spot. I whimpered and jerked away. Obsidian pulled away and bit his lips as he stared down at the spot he had touched. His fingers skimmed my skin softly.
“I couldn’t give you my blood to heal you like Dev did.”
“It’s okay. I’m healing, right?”
“Too slowly,” he muttered. “When the healer tells me I’m healthy, I’m going to give you some of my blood.”
I smiled at him. “Do you like giving me your blood?”
Obsidian gave me a wicked smirk. “I like the way you drink it from me.”
Colour flooded my cheeks as I remembered the last time he had fed me his blood. Heat flushed through my body as memory after memory flashed through my mind.
“Our food’s cold,” he suddenly said.
The smile slid from my face. “I-I’m not really hungry right now.”
“Me neither,” he muttered. “I’m going to take a shower.”
My mouth dropped open but slammed shut again when Obsidian crawled off the bed. He didn’t even ask me if I wanted to join him. Hurt flashed through me at his silent rejection. We had just talked about it, but now he was doing exactly what that Lindsey woman had done to him.
“Vanya?”
I raised my head to look at him.
Obsidian hovered in the doorway of his bathroom, slightly turned to face me. I had a clear view of his naked backside. I licked my lips as my eyes trailed up his body.
“I’m not rejecting you,” he said softly. “You can’t shower with me because then I’m going to want to touch you again and you’re hurting.”
“I’m o-okay,” I whispered.
“Stay?”
I nodded. He hesitated for a few minutes more before he entered the bathroom. I waited until I heard the shower turn on before I reached for the sheets and pulled them over me as I turned onto my side.
The smile never slipped from my face as I slowly started to drift off to sleep. But something had my eyes snapping open again. Frowning, I turned slightly and blinked up at the ceiling as I listened. It sounded like a door slamming closed.
“Ezra!”
A door banged again and a second later a body slammed into mine. I cried out as pain shot through me. We went tumbling backward and would’ve hit the floor if someone hadn’t caught us.
I kept my eyes squeezed closed as an arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me up against a hard body—a dripping wet body.
“What the hell were you thinking?”
I flinched when he yelled so close to my ear. My eyes darted from Devrim to Ezra. Devrim had him pinned to the bed with his arms behind his back, both of them naked and panting.
“Let me go!” Ezra growled. “Dev—”
“She’s still fucking healing! What were you thinking?” Devrim pushed Ezra’s arm a little higher and leaned down until his lips were next to Ezra’s ear.
“Are you okay?” Obsidian asked, drawing my attention toward him. “Were you hurt, sweets?”
He turned me towards him and cupped my cheeks as his eyes darted over my body and face. My lips curled into a smile when I took note of the fact that he was soaking wet and dripping all over the floor.
“You need to get dry or you’re going to get sicker.”
Shaking his head, Obsidian turned me back around and pulled my back to his front as he wrapped his arms around me—one around my waist and the other across my chest over my breasts.
“Let me up you bastard,” Ezra hissed. “I’m sorry!”
“Sorry isn’t going to cut it, pretty boy,” Obsidian hissed. “You’re going to show her just how sorry you truly are.”
Ezra’s eyes narrowed. “What—?”
“Why don’t you use that mouth of yours for something other than talking, Ezra,” Obsidian growled. “Tell him what you want him to do.”