Page 93 of Blood Sport

With Jaylen’s chest against mine, I run my fingernails down his back as the pressure begins to build in my core. “Jay-len, I think I’m going to—”

The words die in my throat as I fling myself over the edge, my legs shaking and my body fuzzy as I lose myself to the depths of the orgasm coursing through my muscles. Woah, that was quick. A few seconds later, Jaylen follows suit, groaning in my ear as he unloads inside of me, making my head dizzy as I come down from the high.

Tearing his lips away from my neck, Jaylen pulls back to look me in the eye. Blood—my blood—is smeared across his chin with small droplets forming at the corner of his mouth. His brows are slightly furrowed as his eyes search my face.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, lifting my hand to rest on his blood-covered cheek.

“Yeah,” he says slowly, tilting his head to the side as he assesses me. “You taste fucking delicious, little angel. Unlike anything I’ve ever tasted.”

I smile, my body sagging into the mattress, feeling spent. “That’s the first time anyone has ever told me that.”

He chuckles and leans down to kiss me, smearing my blood across my swollen lips. “And it better be the only time. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.”

We stare into each other’s eyes for a beat, neither of us making an attempt to go get cleaned up. Without thinking, I run my hand through his curls, smiling at the way they feel moving through my fingers—so silky soft.

Jaylen smiles as his eyes search my face. He leans on his left elbow and uses his right hand to caress my cheek, the touch featherlight. A cold chill spreads across my feverish body. God, I needed that after the intensity of what just happened.

I let this man fucking feed on me. He drank my blood straight from the source. While it was painful at first, it soon morphed into the most pleasurable thing I have ever felt in my life. It was as if a million fireworks were exploding across every inch of my body. That might sound weird, but it’s true.

It has me wanting to do it again, but maybe not tonight. I don’t know how much blood Jaylen took, but I’m spent. All I want to do is lie here in his arms as his sandalwood scent wafts over me like a blanket. I feel safe in his arms, especially after what just happened.

I trust this man with my life, and it’s the most scary realization because I never in a million years thought this would be happening with my brother’s best friend, no less.

“What are you thinking about?” Jaylen asks softly. “I can see the wheels turning behind those pretty eyes of yours.”

“You,” I admit softly, unable to look away from the way his irises slowly switch from red to baby blue. It should be studied by a scientist. “And me. Us, I guess.”

I close my eyes at the feel of his fingers tracing the base of my throat, and ghosting over the two puncture marks I know are in my skin. “We don’t have to do this right now, little angel. I just want to hold you.”

My heart melts at his words. He wants to… hold me? Damn, who am I to decline his offer? As much as I want to have this conversation with him, maybe it should be saved for a time when we’re not naked in a vampire feeding room above a club.

“Okay,” I whisper.

Jaylen maneuvers us so that we’re under the black sheet with me pulled flush against his frigid chest and his strong arm wrapped firmly around my waist. I can feel his hard cock pressing into the curve of my ass, but he makes no move to act on it. His fingers brush through the strands of my hair, sending a chill down my spine. I’m sure the act had no thought behind it besides muscle memory, but this feels so intimate that my heart is ready to explode.

Us being here together like this shouldn’t be happening. But why does it feel so fucking right? I shouldn’t want Jaylen to hold me so tight like he’s afraid I’m going to slip from his grasp and disappear in the wind. I shouldn’t enjoy the way the tips of his fingers as they trace over my hips. I shouldn’t want him as badly as I do, yet here I am.

This feels right, so who am I to stop it?

I nuzzle into his arm and trace the curves of the ink etched into his skin. As his fingers caress my body, admiring it, I follow the lines of the designs, tracing them as if I were the one to permanently put the ink into his skin. Every design is purposely placed on his arm, allowing not a single inch of untouched skin.

I admire the detailed dragon on his forearm, tracing over its wings. “What’s the story behind this tattoo?”

Jaylen’s roaming hand stills on my hips, his fingers digging into the skin. I feel his cool breath on my neck as he says, “How much time do you have?”

I smile. “All fucking night.”

The chuckle that rumbles in his chest is infectious, vibrating through his entire body. I want to make him laugh like that every chance I get.

“God, I fucking lo—” He stops abruptly and clears his throat. “If you have all night, then so do I, my sweet angel.”

I chew on my bottom lip, biting back a smile. “All right, let’s hear the story. And don’t leave anything out.”

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Jaylen

“What are your plans for the evening?” Miles asks Ethan and me as he swings an overnight bag over his shoulder, heading toward the front door. “Anything interesting?”

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