Page 29 of The Veil of Blood and Magic

He chuckles softly at that. “Who says you won’t as easily become addicted to me?”

I laugh at how cocky he is, how sure of himself he is.

“I’ll keep my cock to myself tonight,” he says, shifting one hand between us, toying with the edge of my now shredded fishnets and the skirt above them. In the back of my mind, I know I’ll have to borrow some clothes from Quest before we head out again, but I’m just as quickly jerked out of the thought when Jagger’s hands dip beneath my clothing. “Unless you beg me for it.”

I whimper as his fingers tease my heat, a low growl coming from his chest.

“You’re so slick,” he says. “You need this, don’t you? You need me to get you off as badly as you need to sink those pretty little fangs inside me.”

Goddess, his words, his fingers, hiseverything. My mind whirls with need, almost drunk on the desire pouring from him.

“And what of you?” I ask, breathless as he teases me. “What do you get out of this?”

“I get to take care of you,” he says, so blatantly honest and open it makes me pause, makes me study him a bit harder.

He can’t mean that. There has to be more that he wants than just to soothe my hunger. Some favor he’ll demand later.

And that’s fine.

That’sfair.

I don’t care. Not anymore. Not with what’s coming for me.

I need to feed. I need to be strong. And his offer is too good to pass up. Or maybe I’m too hungry to care about the consequences.

“Come on, dove,” he says, dipping his fingers into my heat before stroking them against that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Show me how those fangs sting.”

I throw my head back, lost in the pleasure he’s coaxing out of my body with his slow, deliberate touches, his other hand dragging down my spine, settling on my lower back, urging me to rock against his hand.

It’s been too long since I’ve been touched like this. It’s intoxicating.

I peel my lips back, exposing my fangs as my eyes fall to his neck.

He grins, a victorious smile as he slows his pace, turning his head to the left, baring his neck to me.

Adrenaline surges through my blood like liquid fire, and I shift from conscious and careful, to undiluted need and hunger.

I strike, clean and hot and quick, my fangs sinking into the soft flesh of his neck in one smooth movement too fast for him to follow.

He falters for a split second, his fingers stilling between my thighs, before he adjusts, sinking two inside my heat and pumping them.

An almost animalistic moan comes from me as his blood spills into my mouth, all hot and spiced and…

Fuck, he’spowerful.

I can taste it in his blood more than I could ever sense it. There’s a well of power here, all hypnotic notes of honeyed melodies that have the ability to either catapult me to ecstasy or bring about my downfall.

And I love that he’s beneath me, letting me ride his hand as I drink my fill to the sound of his moans. And Goddess, do those moans sound so damn delicious, like liquid velvet washing over my body.

I turn up my influence, letting it sizzle over his skin as I drink and drink and drink. A succubus bite can be pleasurable, if I will it, if I want it to be, just as much as I can make it hurt. The power is mine alone, and I make sure Jaggerfeelsit.

“Fuck,” he groans, pumping those fingers into me harder, with expert strokes that have my release trembling on the edge already. I can claim it’s because it’s been too long, but I’d be lying.

Jagger is just that good.

He’s rock hard between us, and I can’t think around how badly I want him inside me, how badly I want to feel and bite and lick every inch of his skin in that moment.

There’s no time for that, not to mention the dangers in it.

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