Page 63 of Flock This

He tilted his head but otherwise didn’t move. It was weird to have this conversation with me naked and him on top of me, but when were my conversations ever normal? “So is it me you’re willing to trust, then?”

I snorted loudly, the sound not all that erection-inspiring I was sure, but at least it was honest. “Not even a little bit. Of all the dangerous things I spend time around, you’re one of the worst.”

“So why?”

I arched up, against his palm, desperate for him to just touch me like I needed. “Because I don’t need to trust you to fuck you, do I?”

His hand twitched, his fingers pressing harder for a moment as though he tried to grasp onto something. Before I had time to think about that, to read deeper into the meaning, he shifted that hand behind my neck and pulled me up to sitting, bringing our lips together in a passionate kiss that made the conversation drift away.

He rolled, bringing me into his lap. If he expected me to act shy, to try to cover myself, he was in for one hell of a wakeup call.

I wasn’t a shy girl. I wasn’t the type to worry too much or think too hard about the future or my choices.

Those conversations were always far too depressing for me to indulge in.

Which was why my hands flew to the button of his slacks as if drawn there on their own, like some magnetic pull existed between my hands and his nether region.

I pulled the slacks open, my lips never leaving his. The sweetness that hung on all vampires mixed with his breath, and I felt as if he placed one hell of a mark on me with that, like it infused into every cell of mine, and for once, I didn’t fucking care.

He kept his hands on my waist, his grip tight as though afraid I’d escape him. Why, though?

I wanted him to finally touch me, but he just wouldn’t.

I yanked at his pants, and he pressed his back against the headboard to lift his hips. It let me pull the fabric over his hips, but I couldn’t get them down any farther because of my position.

That was fine, though, because it gave me what I really wanted—access to his cock. His skin was hard and hot against my fingers as I stroked one up the bottom of his shaft.

He groaned and a thud echoed in the room when he let his head fall back against the wooden headboard. It was a strange sensation, to have someone as powerful as Kelvin shuddering beneath me.

Was this how Dommes felt? I had to admit it…I could get used to this sense of power, this intoxicating feeling of control.

Which was why it was good I rarely got any real power. I was fairly sure I was the type to abuse it.

In fact, a moment of fantasy hit me, the thought of him stripped naked and crawling on all four to me, of him pressing those treacherous lips of his to my foot, up my calf, to my thighs, all the while begging me to let him have more.

I shook that away, partly because it would never happen and partly because no matter how good a fantasy was, it wasn’t as good as the reality.

“Stop getting distracted.” Kelvin tightened his grip on my waist but did nothing else.

“Then do something that will keep my attention.”

He narrowed his eyes, the reaction pleasing me. Seeing him bothered by me felt like a huge win, after so many years of him seeming untouchable. “You’re playing with fire, Grey. Do you understand how much stronger I am than you?”

I slid my hands up his front, savoring the sensation of his hard abs that twitched beneath my touch, his broad chest. I ran my thumbs over his dark, flat nipples, and after the first pass, they stiffened. It drew me closer, and I let myself lean in and drag my tongue across one.

His hands cranked down so tight I hissed, then let go immediately. He didn’t apologize, even though I could see it hanging on his lips. I didn’t want to hear sorry, though. I wanted him as angry and reckless as he’d been when I’d walked in, when he’d lose control of himself.

So before he could say a word, I closed my teeth around the same nipple I’d already licked. If he were human, I might have gone easier on him, but I knew better. He was talking about how strong he was, how tough, so I expected he could handle anything I dished out.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice strained.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want.”

He blinked slowly as he looked at me, as if he couldn’t process my meaning.

I never thought sex could feel like this…

The unwelcome thought struck me so hard, I gulped. This was supposed to be a moment of stupidity, just one in the many, many, many that made up my foolish life. So why was I thinking such worthless things? This wasn’t special—it was just what happened when people spent time close together.

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