He kept my legs pinned to the bed with his large hands, easily keeping me restrained with his vampire strength as I thrashed in his hold.
"One more time for me, baby," he urged as he slowed his tongue, now licking me at a leisurely pace. Every inch...
Mild smut ahead! More blood kink bc our Jamesie is a fckn vamp sooooooo...
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"Welcome to the Underworld." I clap my hands together, smiling widely while my eyes scan the room. The place is flooded with vampires snacking on blood-runners, werewolves sparring in the back and witches casting spells that keep their glasses filled. The select few humans that wandered in are doing what humans do best; getting drunk off their asses and entertaining the supernaturals with their naïve nature.
It makes me wonder why Cleo and her dad are so different from other mortals.
The Daybreak lounge is Steve and I's pride and joy. We knew we wanted a place that all kinds could be in the same room and bloodshed wouldn't happen. No one would dare break that one rule after what happened to the only bastard who was bold enough to try the very year we opened. Except Klaus... although he escaped before I could make him pay for his treacherous acts in Romania. I won't make that mistake again.
I peer down at Cleo and see her analyzing every inch of the place, taking in the bustling atmosphere. As a group of werewolves pass by us, a man with long blonde hair stops in his tracks, his blue eyes widening at the sight of my angel. I let out a low growl when he takes a step towards her, but when Cleo's eyes meet his she squeals loudly and throws her arms around his neck. My eyebrows pinch together in confusion as she embraces the tall, bulky man.
"Thor!" she exclaims as she pulls away and holds his shoulders at arms length. "Oh my god, it's been, what...?" she trails off, grinning from ear to ear.
"Three years, lady Cleo." he chuckles deeply, his eyes running over her body and lingering on her hips a little longer than I thought was appropriate. "If memory serves, the last time I saw you, you, Nat and Wanda were giving a group of guys hell for cat calling you in Fury." he raised an eyebrow at her with an amused smirk.
I chuckled at that. Sounds like them.
"Yeah, well... you know how we get with touchy men." Nat butts in, coming from around Steve and handing Thor one of her famous smirks. He meets her gaze and smiles even wider than before, enveloping her into his oversized arms.
"Natasha, you look as amazing as ever." he releases her and steps back. He looks at Steve and I and his eyes widen as if he just noticed us standing here. I raise a single eyebrow at him while subconsciously wrapping my arm around Cleo's waist and pulling her closer. His eyes catch my movements and he raises a brow of his own.
"How long are you in town?" Cleo suddenly asks. Thor's gaze floats back to her and he smiles.
"A couple weeks. Loki and I will be leaving the day after the Masquerade." he responds. Cleo simply nods with a radiant smile hanging from her perfect lips. "Well, I better get going. Can't keep the misses waiting too much longer." he chuckles, nodding his head in the direction of his pack.
