Page 28 of The Blood Widow

It was then my mind registered the voice and my eyes met a pair of red ones. “Dominic? You scared the fuck out of me.”

He squeezed my flesh, then let me go. “I’m glad your first responses to fear, is violence.”

If only he knew how true, that was about me.

The water was still on, and an awkward silence grew. I became painfully aware that I stood in front of a naked man. A man that I knew on instinct desired me. A man that could feed me if I just took a step closer.

My fangs dropped from my gums like a teen vamp with a boner. Damn. I was usually pretty good at controlling myinstincts. My hand covered my mouth as heat blossomed on my cheeks.

“Sorry.”

He chuckled and stepped closer. I moved in the opposite direction until my back was against the tiled wall. The steamy water fell over him in wavelets of temptation, beckoning me forward.

“Don’t be sorry. The fact you haven’t dived for my neck means a lot. You’re so hungry and needy, the air practically is charged with your taste. Yet, you hold yourself back. Why? Any of us would feed you and satisfy you in a heartbeat.”

That was it. The moment I broke.

In a flash of speed, I had him slammed against the wall and my fangs in his neck. My legs wrapped around his torso as his hand went in my hair. The moan that escaped me was mournful. I shouldn’t be doing this. He already said he was interested in me, and he was Cole’s friend. It was wrong and selfish of me. Guilt slashed at my insides, but I couldn’t stop. Not while the liquid gold poured down my throat, soothing the gnawing hunger.

“It’s okay. Take all you need.” Another pitiful whimper left my lips. “Cole and I already spoke. He doesn’t care who feeds and helps you, as long as you get what you need. So stop those whines, you’re breaking my heart.”

I listened and gave into my baser instincts, letting myself take what my body needed.

He moved underneath me, so my hold on him tightened to the point that bones popped under my grip. I didn’t care. I wouldn’t let him go. He was mine. My darkness seeped out of me, taking away my fear, regret, and anything else holding me back. I must have been grinding on him because he grabbed my hips to stop me.

I growled in response. He was mine. I’d use him however I wanted. I might have said that out loud because when he pulled me away from his neck to stare into my eyes, his were bright red with a dangerous hunger that spoke to my darkness beautifully.

Yes. That was what I wanted.

“Let me take the edge off before your demon takes over. I won’t go too far, I’ll only use my hands, promise.” His voice was pleading.

I moaned out, “Yes.” I dove back for his neck, sucking.

He didn’t need more convincing than that. His hand was in my pants, circling my clit in seconds. My moan was a mix of pain and delight. It had been way too long since I was touched like this. The pleasure was intense enough that I retracted my fangs. My need for blood was sated, but my hunger for release wasn’t.

His nimble fingers knew exactly what they were doing, coaxing me closer to what I craved. He slipped a finger inside of me, then another as his thumb pressed against my swollen nub. I shuddered in his arms. His fingers slid in and out of me, taking my ecstasy higher and higher.

“Come for me, little demon,” he demanded.

As soon as his teeth bit down on my shoulder, and the pain mixed with my pleasure, I shattered against him. My mouth opened wide in a silent scream. His eyes never left mine, devouring my pleasure like a damn incubus getting his fix. Shoot, he might be one.

The water turned cold, but I didn’t care. I was in heaven right now. How could I get this kind of release with only fingers? Where could I find a sex partner that could work my body this masterfully, and who wouldn’t want more from me? It was my new life goal to find him.

Banging on the door broke my blissful haze.

“Hey, you almost done in there? The rest of us need to shower,” Ezra said from the other side of the door.

More pounding followed.

“Shit,” I let out a panicked whisper.

Before I could scramble off him, Dominic stopped me. “Whoa, chill. They can’t get in here or smell anything. Even though I told you that I spoke to Cole already, I put up a concealing bubble to give you more privacy. I could tell how difficult that was for you. Letting go like that.”

My relief wasn’t as strong as the guilt I had for messing around with one of Cole’s friends. I really was fucked up, but these three men were making me crazy. I didn’t understand the pull to them. Cole, yes. He was my friend before he was my lover. The other two were strangers.

Dominic pressed his soft lips to mine, pulling me out of the spiraling thoughts. “I can see your mind moving from out here. Just breathe. Everything will be okay. You can teleport out, and I’ll be your dirty little secret.”

I rested my head on the wall and nodded. Not having to do the walk of shame and face them took away my worries.

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