Page 44 of Vampire Lee

Lee laughed, low and…dirty. A shiver shot through Dillon, and he stared wide-eyed.

“Nope. I only like to smell you.” He pushed up the sleeve of Dillon’s shirt and ran his nose up to his elbow, not seeming to notice the scars.

“Because?”

“You smell nice.”

“But vampires have an okay sense of smell. You can smell me from a distance.”

Lee looked into his eyes, and Dillon forgot to look away.

“It’s not the same.” He ran his nose up and down his arm, then shifted his hold and—Dillon’s hand sliced through the air to smack him away, but Lee caught the wrist without looking at it. His lips pressed against Dillon’s skin, then he kissed his way up toward his elbow again.

He held onto Dillon, not bruising in any way, but easily kept him immobilized.

“Lee?” Fear rose in him, and Lee made a sound at the back of his throat.

He ran his tongue over Dillon’s arm.

“Lee, listen dammit!” He moved his legs as if to kick him, when Lee rolled, bringing Dillon with him.

For a second, all Dillon did was stare down at him from where he was sprawled over his body. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I don’t know. I want to lick you all over, but I have a feeling you won’t let me.”

Dillon huffed. “Do you have a concussion?”

Lee shook his head.

“What happened to the puny-human speech?”

“The what?”

Dillon growled and tried to slide off him, but Lee grabbed his hip and held him in place.

“I might have been wrong.”

“You might have been wrong?” He hadn’t meant to screech, but what the hell?

“Yeah, maybe I like puny humans after all. I’ve longed to come back here all day.”

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe.”

“I’m not fucking you.” Dillon put as much conviction into his words as he dared. He didn’t want to give the impression he’d be giving in, but he didn’t want to plant any ideas of Lee needing to control his mind either.

“I prefer to top anyway, so best if you didn’t. Though, if you wanted to, I might…” He scrunched his nose, and Dillon tried to scramble away again. Lee only chuckled and hugged him closer. “I’m joking.” He ran a hand over Dillon’s back and down over the swell of his ass. “Or not joking, I prefer to top, that part was true, but I don’t need penetrative sex.”

“Jesus, let me go.”

Lee loosened his hold but didn’t let Dillon move off him.

“Lee, what the hell?”

“I like this.”

Dillon groaned. “Like what?”

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