Page 100 of Heir

He didn’t say anything.

“I hate you.”

He still didn’t say anything.

I shoved him again, and an unexpected sob choked out of my throat. “I hate you. Did you hear me?”

His mouth opened and his fangs dropped even lower while at the same time, his gaze turned hooded. He pulled in a deep breath and closed his eyes for just a moment, while at the same time a deep, primitive rumble reverberated in his chest.

“I hate you.” My words were more of a whimper than anything now.

He gripped my chin with his finger and thumb, forcing me to look at him. He was a tattered thread away from snapping and going fully feral on me. I could see the crumbling restraint in his eyes. He knew what was happening. We both did. And there was no way to stop it now.

With one more tension-filled look between us, I took a deep breath and leaped up onto his hips at the same time our mouths crashed together. His hands kneaded my ass cheeks as his big body plastered me up against the wall. I had one arm looped around his neck while the other hand fished along the wall for the doorknob to the storage closet. I found it, and thank god, it was unlocked. We tumbled inside, where it was completely dark. Not even a sliver of light seeped in from under the door.

But I didn’t fucking care.

His hands were everywhere, but mostly on my jeans, searching for the button and zipper. I was back on my feet and swatted his hand away because I could do it faster myself.

I unbuttoned them and shimmied them down my legs. But those damned combat boots I loved so much took a bit of finessing to get off my feet so I could peel out of my pants.

I ditched my pants and underwear, then scrambled in the dark for the front of his pants, but he pushed me away and dropped to his knees, cupping my ass and hauling me forward. His hands were surprisingly cool. Not icy cold, but cool. Even his lips were cool.

“No,” I protested. “I have my period.” I tried to shove him away.

“I know,” he said, pressing his nose to the top of my mound. “I need to taste you.”

“I . . .” Why was I so turned on by the idea of this? What the fuck was wrong with me?

His tongue darted out and flicked my clit. My leg spasmed.

Slowly, my eyes adjusted to the darkness and there actually was a small strip of muted light pouring in from under the door. He guided my right foot up onto an overturned bucket to better expose me.

I loved my menstrual cup, but emptying it could be a messy process, so if I knew I was going to be away from home for any length of time, I put in a tampon instead.

This was one of those occasions.

A gentle tug on the string at the same time he flicked my clit again had me sucking in a sharp breath. “I have to,” he said, his voice hoarse with restraint. “I need to.”

I needed this too.

God, how I needed it.

“Okay,” I breathed, nodding even though I wasn’t sure he’d be able to see me.

He tugged again on the string, and the tampon slid out. I’m not sure where he put it, but I’m hoping it was in the garbage or something. I had spare tampons in my purse, so it wasn’t like I needed it to get home.

His tongue flicked out again, only this time, instead of hitting my clit, he probed inside of me. Fucking me with that long, skilled muscle. Just like his hands and lips, his tongue was cool, too. It was almost like he’d just brushed his teeth and was going down on me with a cool, minty mouth. My hot-for-him body didn’t know how to handle the difference in temperature, yet, I also didn’t want it to stop. It tingled and sent icy zaps racing through me until my nipples beaded in my bra and goosebumps broke out along my arms.

I exhaled and ground against him, bucking into his face. His nose hit my clit, and I gasped. The scent of blood and my arousal filled the small closet, suffocating the initial smell of industrial cleaner, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything, but how fucking hot—and weird—this was. But the weirdness turned me on too.

I’d never been one to get too wild in bed. Sure, I dabbled with handcuffs, blindfolds, and I’d even let one guy spank me. But this was a whole new level of kinky I’d never even fathomed.

He moaned in pleasure and that just spurred me on too. I gripped his thick, silky hair, holding him in place as he feasted on me—literally.

Two fingers probed inside of me and pumped, as his lips encircled my clit again and he sucked, sending another cool, refreshing rush through my veins.

I cried out and held onto his hair tighter.

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