Page 62 of Out of My Flocking Mind

“I guess we’ll see about that,” Kelvin said with a shrug, as though my rejection didn’t bother him at all. “Until then, I’ll do everything short of putting my dick in you.”

I rolled my eyes at the way he acted like that was something chivalrous.

“Let’s get on with this,” I muttered before sitting down beside Kelvin and moving my hair off the side of my neck.

“You don’t want to wait for Harrison?”

“I’m not afraid of you. Besides, he’s sleeping—because I hit him with a branch—so I should let him rest. Let’s just get this over with.” Despite my big, confident words, the moment Kelvin set his hand on my arm, I flinched.

It was a reaction I couldn’t help, proof of how tightly strung my nerves were. Maybe I should have waited for Harrison, because him being there might at the very least break some of the tension between Kelvin and me, the issues between us we’d failed to work through.

“Relax,” he said, his voice low and compelling. Fuck, had it always been that tempting?

No, I was pretty sure this was new. Was it because of our bond? Did that make me want to please him more? Did it make me trust his words in a way I hadn’t before? I had to believe it was something like that because the other option was that I had fallen for him, and I refused to accept that.

I tried to do as he said, partly so he wouldn’t speak so close to my ear again. I forced myself to relax, to slow my breathing, to tell myself that being this close to him meant nothing. That would have been much better than the truth, which was that even without his bite, my body had already started to heat and react.

He pressed his warm lips to my throat, and even that light touch had a moan escaping me. How could such an innocent touch feel that good? It really wasn’t fucking fair. His words ran circles in my head, the mocking way he’d known that I’d beg for him, and the fact I knew better than to deny it anymore. It was good that he wouldn’t change his mind, that he’d wait, because I knew damn well I’d plead for his cock pretty soon.

At least hold off until he bites you—then you can pretend it was all due to that.

“Just get on with it,” I said.

“I always knew you had no patience.” Kelvin paired the jab with a chuckle, but he neither moved away nor gave me what I wanted. Instead, he brushed his lips over my bare flesh again, eliciting the same reaction from me. “I prefer taking my time. If something’s worth doing, it’s worth savoring. Besides, this is the only time I get with you—I have to make the most of it.”

I drew my elbow back, into his stomach. Unfortunately, given he was a vampire and not human, he hardly seemed to notice the hit. Stupid abs…

He laughed then, dragging the tips of his fangs against my neck. It stung, making me suspect he’d left two long, red lines in their wake. As if the scars I wore weren’t bad enough, weren’t proof enough of our connection—and his power over me.

The idea annoyed me, but I didn’t have long to think about it. Instead, Kelvin pulled back for a heartbeat, followed by that familiar pain yet again when he sank his fangs into my neck, somehow finding the same place as before.

And just like before, lava seemed to pour through me from that place, lighting up every part of my body. I reached out blindly, needing to hold something, feeling adrift and lost in the feelings that swarmed me. My left hand found the couch, but my right landed on Kelvin’s knee. I gripped tightly, not caring if I drew blood, if I dug my nails into his skin. That felt like a fair thing for him to bear, given he’d caused this all.

He didn’t pull back, no matter how hard I dug into his leg. Instead, he let out a low growl that I felt through where he’d bitten me, then clamped down tighter as though I were prey and he wanted to ensure I couldn’t escape.

Not that I had any plans of escaping. In fact, he should probably be more worried about me jumping him at this point. My entire body felt supercharged, so even the sensation of air against my skin had me gasping and shuddering. My nipples had hardened, and them brushing against my nightgown had me almost ready to explode. Just a little more…

He wouldn’t, though. He didn’t touch me, didn’t do anything to help cure the fire searing through me. Worthless bastard. Then again, I’d never been the sort of girl who had to wait for a man to take care of me and my needs. I was a strong, independent woman who could get myself off.

With that little burst of confidence, I moved the hand that was on the couch, slipping it beneath the hemline of my dress. Given it was nighttime, I hadn’t put on any underwear, but the sensation of just how hot and wet my cunt was surprised even me. The first brush of my fingers against my slit forced an embarrassingly needy moan from me.

Kelvin released his bite, then dragged the flat of his tongue over my neck. “You really are a do for herself sort of woman, aren’t you?”

“Well, you aren’t helping.”

“Is that what you wanted?”

I refused to admit that I needed him, so instead, I gritted my teeth together and kept the words inside. I stroked two of my fingers along my cunt, dragging them forward until I slid them across my waiting clit. The feeling overwhelmed me, so much more powerful than it should have been. That’s what Kelvin’s bite did, though. It cranked up the power on everything, electrifying all my nerves so everything felt like so much more.

“Did we wake you?” Kelvin’s question confused me for a moment, but all too quickly I realized he wasn’t talking to me when Harrison responded.

“Do you really think I could sleep when I felt all this?” Harrison stood there, in his sweats and a T-shirt, his hair messier than usual to show he’d come straight from bed.

I probably should have felt bad for waking him—especially since the side of his head appeared worse than before, the bruise having darkened. I blamed my lack of guilt on Kelvin and his fucking venom, however. Who could blame me for reacting this way?

“Consider it one fucking nice wake up call, then,” Kelvin said before reaching around me and setting his hands on the insides of my thighs. He pulled, spreading my legs, and despite the sudden exposure, I couldn’t stop myself from stroking my clit as I had been doing already.

The weight of Harrison’s gaze was unbearably sexy. Those icy gray eyes of his locked onto my cunt, as though nothing existed outside of that. The thin sweats he wore failed to hide his physical reaction, either, and fuck if the sight of his hardening cock didn’t make my mouth water. I reached out with my free hand and wrapped my fingers in the waist of his sweats, using the grasp to pull him closer. He took each step as though dazed, not even reacting when I tugged the fabric down to expose him.

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