Page 18 of Blood

“You want me to show you a good time?” It’s an offer any woman would tear their right arm off to have, but I can’t go there.

“No,” I croak, an ache throbbing between my legs.

“No?” He appears taken aback, his face contorting in confusion.

“I’m not going to fuck you. It’s not who I am.”

“Then who are you?”

It takes me a second to think, his intoxicating presence is muddling my thoughts. “Just a girl trying to forget for a while.”

“You’re a woman, not a girl.” He inhales my scent, a predator about to feast on his prey. “What are you running from? A job, parents, a man?” The last word comes out like a cuss word.

“Life.” I shrug, biting my lip. I can’t think. I can’t think. I can’t think.

“You can’t outrun life, sweetheart. It’s pulsing in your veins.”

“What about you?” I ask, trying to keep myself talking. I’m seconds away from giving in and letting him make me too sore to walk tomorrow.

“What about me?” His voice is hoarse. His dark eyes penetrate mine. Kitty’s words play back in my head.“I’ve never seen Callan act like that with a woman before.”

“What are you hiding from back here in the shadows with a woman you don’t know?”

His panty-dropping, heart-stopping smirk is delicious. Being shown a private viewing of it up close and personal is special.

“Shadows are where I thrive, not where I hide.”

He spins me around, planting my front against the cold pane of the door. His large frame shrouds me. Strong hands snake around my waist to the buttons of my jeans, tugging them open.

“Wait.” I gasp, my mind whirling as it tries to battle the need pulsing through me. My hands tighten around his. His movements still, waiting for permission. I remove my hands and place them on the door to steady myself.Permission granted.

He drags one side of my jeans down over my hip, the fabric scraping my sensitive skin. My breath catches, willing him not to lower them any farther. “What are you doing?” The words pant from my lips, a warning, an invitation—such a contradiction.

“Marking you,” he growls, lowering himself. The burn of his teeth biting into the flesh of my hip sends a wave of shock and pleasure coursing through me. A warm throb vibrates through every inch of me. His inviting, hot tongue swipes over the wound he’s created. My pussy aches. The breeze of his cool breath as he blows across my sore flesh steals the air from my lungs. It feels good, too damn good, being alone with him. Seconds later, he’s standing over me again, the outline of his hard, thick cock pushing against my back.

“I want to fuck you,” he admits, and I wonder if that cost him something. Control. Inhaling, he groans. “Taint every inch of your skin with my teeth. Make every nerve ending come alive under my tongue. Stretch you deep and wide with my cock, until you’re limp and soaked in both of our cum.” Can you cum without being touched? I’m pretty sure I just did. “But I don’t have to fuck you to leave you thinking about me all night.”

He traces his mark with the pad of his thumb before slipping a small bottle of Jameson from his pocket and flicking off the cap. He pours the fire over the teeth imprints. A luscious burn prickles my skin before he slaps his palm against it. “The sting won’t let you forget.” I wouldn’t forget anyway. I’ll be spending the night staring at his image with my fingers inside me.

“You taste like forbidden fruit, Rogue.”

Excitement and panic wash through me. “What does that mean?” I’m trembling all over. My voice wobbles, betraying me.

“It means I can sniff out danger, and you’re a red, glowing beacon. Am I going to regret inviting you here?”

Did he invite me?Looking over my shoulder up into his eyes, I speak truthfully, sure he’d sense bullshit if I didn’t. “Yes, probably.”

Wrapping his fist in my hair he tugs my head back, and I let out a needy moan. “You chose to come here tonight, but only because I allowed you. Make no mistake about who’s in charge here.”

Fuck, I can’t tell if he’s a man or a monster—and part of me doesn’t care which.

“Open your mouth,” he demands, and my thighs clench. My tongue swipes out to wet my lips while I debate whether to obey or not. “Open,” he growls, and my lips part as I gaze up into his possessive stare. Taking a gulp from the bottle, he leans forward, bringing the liquid to his lips. He drips it into my mouth, smearing the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. “If I want to own you, I will. You can play hard to get all you want, but your body betrays you, Rogue. I can fucking smell your need.” He kisses me on the forehead and then he’s gone a heartbeat later, his heavy strides disappearing down the hall.

I feel completely addicted. High on his potent elixir. He owned my body without even fucking me. The actions were utterly soul shattering.

I blow out a nervous breath, righting my clothes and head straight for the exit, needing to get away and clear my head.

Getting to the foyer, I look around. Diamond isn’t here, so I head to the closet. I debate going back inside and seeking Diamond out when Georgina saunters toward me, my purse dangling from her finger.

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