Page 12 of Tainted Gifts
I know.
“Will you at least tell me what I can call you?” I huff out, and he tilts my chin up to gently kiss my lips.
“Um… call me… hmm. Nothing really seems good enough,” he cockily teases, and I stifle my foolish grin. “Call me Ace for now.”
I smirk as my eyes leave his and run down the full length of his bare body. The sheet just barely covers the piece of his body I felt so intimately moments ago. Those fucking hiplines seem a little more tempting to bleed now that I’ve already blood fucked him.
“Are those scandalous thoughts rolling around in your head?” he pokes, and my cheeks heat up while I look away.
“Are you sure you can’t read minds?”
He laughs ridiculously hard, and then he flips on the lamp beside the bed while keeping his arm firmly wrapped around me.
“You’re just easy to read when you pull that bottom lip between those sexy teeth. I’m glad to see you’re getting a little more hybrid these days.”
I huff out in a little dismay. A few months ago I would have never allowed myself a blood fuck just to heal. Now I’ve done it with two men in less than a month. I held onto that piece of me that no one could have for so long, and now I’ve freely dispersed it twice - of course he did force his blood into my mouth.
I roll over to rest on top of his perfectly strong, delectably toned chest. My fingers trail over him, and a pang of guilt strikes when I stare into those hybrid blues. I shouldn’t feel guilty, but I do.
Jase is the only person I’ve ever been in love with, and here I am in another man’s arms after sharing one of the most intimate things two people can.
“What are you thinking right now?” he asks while running one hand through my hair and placing his other behind his head.
“Nothing.”
I smile lightly as I think back to how Jase never had to ask that question, and then I look away from the hybrid blues. My headache is slowly returning after having diminished momentarily, and a sinking feeling slaps my gut - an indescribable feeling.
“What?” he prompts as he stares at my changing expression.
“Have you ever felt like you were supposed to be somewhere, but you didn’t know where?” I ask curiously.
“Not really, why?”
“I just… I don’t know. I feel like I’m late for something… almost like there’s someone expecting me, but I don’t know who and I don’t know where I’m supposed to be. It’s… I don’t know... it’s weird.”
My headache only intensifies, and then his lips find mine again as he flips me to be on my back. His bare, gloriously perfect body slides over mine as he moves between my legs, and my hands clasp behind his neck to draw him in tighter. He barely draws back enough to speak.
“Well, my need for closeness isn’t being satisfied with simple cuddling anymore. It’s possible that’s what’s wrong with you too,” he murmurs as his lips move to mine with more fervency.
“Maybe,” I whisper against his lips, and then those indescribably feather soft lips stroll down my neck and to my chest as he makes his way down to my most sensitive area.
“Mmm,” I hum out, and I feel his smile against me as we start this incredible game again.
I gasp as he reignites those amazingly sensitive feelings, and my hands tangle in his hair as his devilish tongue goes to work. It’s just a teasing game though, and I feel him toying with me - as if he’s trying to make me want him more than I already do right now.
“Can I?” he whispers while moving over to my hipline with his unsheathed blood bringers.
I throb upon hearing the request. His game has been unveiled, but my need for closeness and my reawakened desires force a need for me to say yes.
“You didn’t ask last time,” I tease as his lips press against the line.
“Last time was life or death. This time I want permission,” he says far too seductively, the heat of his breath burning against my skin.
“Yes,” I whisper in a nearly muted tone when my voice tries to escape.
I feel his smile, and then my eyes shut tight as he starts coming back up my body with his delicious lips. The soft fabric finds my eyes once more, and he kisses my lips when they pout.
I lose the touch of his lips momentarily, and then I feel his face back to my body - no mask covering his secret. If I lifted my blindfold after he bit me, he couldn’t run away. Then again, I might not like what I see, and that wouldn’t be too fun for me either. His face feels so perfect though. Why cover it?
