Bloodlust (The New Order 3)

Chapter 16

CHAPTER 16 

Candice

I moved even further back. There was something that just didn't feel right about that suggestion of his. Like there was some underlying intent behind those words. Some motive.

"Why?" I asked, raising my chin up at him.

"Why not? You're my mate." He said plainly, though he looked troubled by my reaction.

He wasn't wrong in that. He was my true mate, and I his.

But there were complications to that, one being that it would eliminate my bond with Knox. And the other being that this was exactly what my grandfather wanted, and there could be ways where this would come around and hurt me or us later on.

"What are you thinking, Candice?" he asked, stepping forward and putting his hands on my bare waist again. "You don't want?"

"I—no, I just think it's not a good idea."

"Why?"

"My grandfather. He probably would want this and what if something happens down the line if you mark me? It wouldn't be a good idea." I took deep breaths, "Wouldn't it be a bad idea? A risk?"

Gideon's hand cupped my cheek, stroking it softly. "There isn't a risk. No one would know about it, not unless you tell them. It's a bond we'll share only."

"And we have it, without a mark."

"Yes, we have it, but it isn't complete," he muttered quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"There's a part of you that's still connected to Knox. There are ways he can still connect with you, get into your mind, see where you are, what you're feeling, appear in your sleep and then disappear."

"How do you know this?"

"Because I do."

I blinked. I had nearly forgotten about that, about what Knox could possibly see if he wanted to. Like Cain had when I was taken by my grandfather and put in that place. He found me merely through visions and saved me.

Looking up, I stared at him. If I chose him, there wasn't any going back. Ever. I wouldn't ever have that choice again. But did I even want it?

A shiver ran down my spine, and the hair rose behind my neck as Gideon continued to stroke my skin with the tip of his finger. The skin on my navel prickled as goosebumps rose.

"I—" I swallowed, trying to make the decision I had already made. "Mark me then."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," I whispered and stepped closer. "If you want to, of course. But you don't have to have—"

Before I had the chance to contemplate the sentence of telling him what he didn't have to do, my voice got stuck in my throat. His thumb dug deeper into the flesh of my waist while he pulled me closer, leaning down on my level before kissing me.

And god—it was so hard. His lips were pressed against mine, holding them in between until he softened them just a tad bit. Then, the next moment, I was against the couch with him hovering over me, one hand grabbing me and pulling me closer.

He pulled away from the kiss, and I laid back down, looking at him as he was there, above me, looking all kinds of hot. There was no smile on his face. Only a pair of hungry eyes. His lips were pressed tight as if he resisted the urge not to dive right down.

My gaze flickered around, and my heart started to pound really hard.

My hands reached out to him, touching his legs.

"We can do it slowly, we don't have to do it fast."

"Don't have to?"

My cheeks warmed as I blushed.

"Candice, I'm afraid if I go any slower, I might explode."

I bit my lip to keep from laughing, not at him, but at how endearing it was. He was clearly nervous. His eyes fluttered, searching my face as he shifted his weight on his elbows and knees, careful not to put any on me.

"But I don't want to hurt you." he added to that.

"You won't," I said softly, brushing my thumb along his hip. "I'll tell you what I like, and you'll do just fine."

"Okay."

He leaned down as I grabbed his hand and brought it between our bodies, guiding him inside me, just barely breaching.

"Like this," I whispered, watching the creases form over his forehead when his eyes locked with mine. They didn't stay on mine for too long. Slowly, he slid them lower, over my breasts and then further, toward the movement of his own wrist, jerking down. "Touch me here, Gideon. Slowly, then a little fast."

His fingers followed suit, gliding softly over my slip, up and down.

I widened my thighs so he had more space, more access to everything I could give him right now, physically. It felt surreal as he slipped one finger inside, moving it so slowly that I thought I might burst right then. Instead, I only arched my back and lifted my hips up, giving him more room, more access.

"Do you do this?" he asked.

"Yes," I whimpered. "Yes, I do."

"Alone?"

"Yes."

My hand tightened around his hand before my head fell back, and I let a moan escape past my mouth as my body shook underneath him.

"Does it feel good?"

I couldn't speak. I couldn't even open my eyes or breathe.

My eyes snapped shut, and my head fell back. He pushed another finger inside, and I had no idea whether it was normal, but I was dripping wet by then.

"Yes."

His lips brushed over mine, gently nibbling while his free hand came up and cupped my breast. I moaned once again, arching my back again. With my eyes closed, all I felt was a rush of pleasure that I hadn't felt in so long. So fucking long.

Everything felt heightened. Everything felt different in so many ways.

I lifted my hand from his and let him continue while my other hand trailed downward, tracing his muscles through the shirt. His fingers continued to push inside, slipping out before slamming back inside at a pace I couldn't determine.

I was completely losing myself.

My palm slipped down his abdomen until reaching his pants. Then I unbuttoned it and pulled them down, making them slide lower as far as possible before reaching in and grasping his erection.

Fuck.

"God."

I pulled away from him, completely surprised. My lips parted as my eyes narrowed to see what was going on.

I glanced between our bodies where I felt like a hand of mine couldn't even grasp it. He was too big. Way too big. Massive. Thick. And—oh, just perfect.

"Oh, wow."

"Is everything alright?"

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, but it didn't budge. "Yeah, everything's fine. Just—okay." 

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