Midnight Pleasure [THE PLEASURE SERIES BOOK 1]

Chapter Twenty-Five - Melora 🌶

Melora stood at the edge of the compound the following day, waving her father goodbye. She made sure to stay out of the early morning light. She has already learned her lesson about staying in the shadows or being completely covered. Her hand snaked up to the burn on her forearm. She'll have Drystan heal it later. 

Melora was grateful that her father finally accepted that she wanted to stay with Drystan. Her heart has no choice but to stay with him. They were planning to travel back home soon, but Drystan wished to ensure that no threat would come to them while they were there. 

Drystan didn't want to see her father off. Instead, he went straight to Carwell to talk to him about the possibility of Alathic attacking them. Melora couldn't help but feel that all of this was her fault. Alathic would attack the people she was now connected to get her back. Everyone would be safe if she had just done what her father wanted and married that vampire. 

Do not for one-second blame yourself, my love, Drystan's commanding voice moved through her head. 

Melora wrapped her arms around her body as she leaned against the compound wall. It is Drystan. I should have just married him as my father wanted. She took a deep breath through her nose and slowly let it out. You wouldn't be in danger if I did. Strong arms wrapped around her waist. Melora instantly relaxed against Drystan's body, breathing in his scent. She hadn't realized it till now, but he smelled like pine and the earth. "Don't argue with me, Drystan," she whispered as she leaned her back against his chest. "You know that I'm right."

"I know you're wrong," Drystan's breath was hot against her neck. His teeth and tongue scraped over her pulse, sending a shiver down her spine. His arms tightened around her waist. "I cannot describe how happy I am every day you choose me. Do not fear for my safety, my love. I can defeat Alathic."

Melora tilted her chin up to look at him. "He's ancient, Drystan."

"He's my father, Melora," Drystan droned out. "I don't like that I come from him, but I have his strength." He bent down and found her lips with his. His hand moved up her body before stopping at her neck. His hand spread around her neck, keeping her head tilted. "You're my woman, Melora. I serve to protect you. I will not rest until you are safe."

Melora turned around so she could circle his neck with her arms. "When I'm with you, I'm safe."

Drystan's hands moved down to cup her ass, lifting her and wrapping her legs around his waist. "You're not as safe as I want you to be." He brought them back to their home with incredible speed, kicking open the door. He laid her down on the bed as he loomed over her. "I will destroy everything in my path if that means you are safe, Melora."

Melora couldn't help but smile up at him. She ran her hands underneath his shirt, tracing his muscles. "What did Carwell have to say about the possibility of Alathic attacking?" She lifted her head and ran her tongue over his skin. 

Drystan groaned out before he answered. "He's preparing our men for the attack."

"Do you think Alathic would come here?" Her arms circled his neck, pulling him closer to her. 

Drystan's lips grazed over her neck as he answered her, his voice husky and deep. "We assume that he will try to attack the compound. He will want to deplete our resources. He will want to hurt our women and children."

Melora pushed her hands underneath his shirt and lightly started to scratch his back. "He won't kill them."

Drystan shook his head. "No, he won't." He pushed up, separating their bodies. His hand gripped her chin gently. "I will not allow him to touch you, do you understand? I was serious when I told your father that you belonged to me. He does not understand how long I will go to ensure your safety. To ensure that no other man touches you. I don't care if they are kin to me; they are not allowed to touch you." He leaned his head down and ran his teeth over her pulse. "You're mine," he growled out. 

Melora's hips bucked against him. She let out a sharp breath as she felt him harden against her. "I'm yours," she breathed out. 

Drystan's hand moved down her side until it reached the hem of her dress. He pushed the dress's skirt up until her body was exposed to him. He leaned down and crashed his lips onto hers as his hand cupped her breast. His fingers pinched and rolled her nipple. 

Melora couldn't stop the moan that pushed past her lips. Her hips bucked against him again. She needed him now. The fire pooled between her legs, and she needed him to extinguish the burn. She pulled her head away from him slightly. "Drystan," she moaned against his lips. 

Drystan's lips smirked at her, his eyes turning dark as they roamed her body. "All of you is mine." He took her dress off quickly and wound it up. "Give me your hands."

Melora's stomach flipped as she stared at him. "What?"

Drystan sat up. "Give me your hands," he repeated slowly. 

Melora bit her bottom lip as she held out her hands. She watched as he took her dress and tied her wrists together before pushing them up above her head and tieing them to the headboard. The fire between her legs burned even hotter now. "Drystan," she begged, her hips moving again. 

Drystan's eyes snaked down her body, a dark smile spreading across his features. He took his hand and dragged it down the valley between her breasts and stomach before cupping her sex. Her hips bucked again, wanting any friction to release the burn. She watched him lean down and lie in between her legs. His eyes snapped up to hers as he ran the tip of his tongue up the inside of her right thigh before switching over to her left and doing the same. 

"Drystan," she begged again, louder this time. 

Amusement shone in his dark eyes as his tongue flicked through her folds. "All of you is mine," he growled lowly. His hands moved up her thighs and rested on her hips. Drystan pushed her hips closer to him as his tongue went flat against her bringing out a long moan. "You taste so fucking good." He roughly moved his tongue in and out of her. His fingers moved to find her clit, slowly circling it. 

The pleasure rose quickly inside of her. Melora pulled against the restraints of her dress, wanting to touch him. She closed her eyes and arched her back as he entered two fingers into her without warning. The pleasure from his tongue, his fingers circling her clit, and now the fingers curling in and out of her was almost too much. She moaned loudly, nearly screaming from pleasure. "Drystan," she begged. "It's too much." 

"Look at me, Melora," his deep voice commanded her. 

Melora was breathing hard as she forced her eyes open and looked down at him. "It's not too much, Melora." He ran his tongue slowly through her while keeping his eyes locked on hers. "Come for me. I know you're close." He was right. She was close. His fingers curled quickly inside of her as her high overcame her. Stars blocked her vision as she screamed out her pleasure. Slowly, her high came down as Drystan started to get gentler with her. 

Drystan sat up slowly, licking his lips and fingers. "So fucking delicious." A mischievous look moved over his face before he could control it. "I will be back, my love." He leaned over her and pressed a rough kiss against her lips before moving off the bed. 

Melora's eyes widened as she stared after him in amazement. "You're not going to untie me?"

Drystan shook his head as he started after the door. 

"Where are you going?" she called out after him. 

Drystan's hand stopped on the handle as he turned around to smirk at her. "I'm going out to feed for both of us. I'll be back soon." His smirk widened as his eyes traveled down her body. "I'll be back to finish what I started."