Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 85

　　Imogen POV

　　Stretching like a cat, I opened my eyes. The light shining through the windows making me squint at its brightness. I could tell it was morning, and I had slept the entire day and night away. I felt different, but not in a bad way, just felt strange. Feeling icy fingers run up my spine, sending sparks to my core. I felt my stomach tighten and my walls clench at the feeling. Tobias wasn’t in bed. Rolling over, I find Theo watching me, his hand moving over my hip with my movement. A book in his other hand.

　　“Sitting up on my elbow, I reached over, running my fingers over his chest. Everything felt different, he felt different colder than usual. He shivered under my touch.

　　“What are you reading?” I ask, curious as I hadn’t seen that book before. It looked different, old, and the paper was thicker than most books, it looked like old parchment. The colour of the pages stained yellow in places.

　　“A book about elemental magic,” he said, placing the book down and rolling on his side to face me. Reaching my hand up, I traced my fingertips over his face, loving the feel of his skin and his reaction to me touching him. Grabbing my hand, he kissed my fingertips.

　　“I’m sorry” I whisper, feeling bad that I nearly killed him yesterday.

　　“Don’t be, everyone has moments of weakness Imogen” He tells me, and I can feel through bond he doesn’t feel any animosity towards me over what I did.

　　“I love you,” I tell him.

　　“How much do you love me?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows. Leaning up, I kissed his lips, and I felt him smile against my lips. I pulled back and watched his face drop slightly.

　　“Maybe after I eat, I am starving.”

　　“I got something you can eat and wrap those pretty lips around,” Theo said, not giving up.

　　“Tempting but”

　　“But what?” he asked, moving above me and pressing his erection into my crotch. I moaned at the feel of his hard length pressing tightly against his boxer shorts.

　　“We can have a quickie in the shower, before everyone gets here,” he whispered next to my ear before sucking on the skin below my neck. His words made me pull back slightly.

　　“Where is Thaddeus?” Theo held himself up with his elbows on either side of my face, looking down at me.

　　“With mum and dad, we weren’t sure how you would wake up so thought it safest if mum had him again for the night” He answered, and I nodded my head.

　　“What about Tobias” I asked when I realised how silent the house was, I couldn’t hear anything of than us in the house.

　　“He is downstairs ironing my shirt” I snorted, trying to picture the big brute with an iron in his hand doing homemaker duties. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled Theo closer. He moved his hips, his lips coming down on mine. I moaned into his mouth when I felt his tongue brush mine. Theo groaned at I could feel my legs become moist with desire; my panties soaked.

　　Pulling away, Theo’s lips moved down to my neck.

　　I move my hips against Tobias, relaxing a little, and feel Theo move slowly, one of his hands moving to my nipple as he rolls it between his fingers. Tobias nips at my mark, making my toes curl. The only sounds in the bathroom are our moans and heavy breathing as I get lost in the feel of them deep inside me. My stomach tightens, and I feel my walls clench tightly around Tobias as my orgasm washes over me. Theo biting into the soft skin of my neck makes me moan loudly as he stills inside me. Tobias keeps thrusting a little longer before finding his own release. I feel Theo’s fangs pull out of my neck. And I feel a little light-headed as my feet touch the ground. I sway slightly and grab Tobias’s arm to steady myself.

　　I feel worry through the bond, and I step out of the shower. The steam in the bathroom becoming overwhelming with my already flushed skin. Grabbing my towel, I wrap it around myself before flopping down on my back on the bed. Theo and Tobias walk out of the bathroom.

　　“You feeling okay?” Tobias asks, leaning over me.

　　“Theo comes over and places his hand on my cheek. “You look a little flushed,” he says as I lean into the coolness of his hand.

　　“I’m fine, I just need to eat,” I tell them. Tobias sits on the bed beside me before pulling me onto his lap. I lean against him heavily, putting my head on his shoulder.

　　Tobias runs his nail across the side of his throat, creating a blood trail. I run my tongue along it, but I find it weird when it doesn’t entice me like it used to.

　　“Feed Imogen,” Tobias says when I don’t bite down on him. My belly rumbles loudly and I realise I want real food, not blood. My eyes go to Theo and he is staring at me weirdly.

　　“What?” I ask, confused at his expression.

　　“Don’t you want blood?” he asks. I shake my head. I wanted food, actual food, and I realise what he means. I was no longer craving blood, not that Tobias blood grossed me out. It still tasted good, but I wanted food more, for once. Which was a little odd?