Page 67 of Resist Me

“I had a taste and you’re sort of addicting, Densmore.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Okay, West.”

“Fuck. I didn’t say growl my name either.”

“Mm. Maybe I’ll call you… baby while I make you cum again.”

“Stop.” It didn’t sound at all convincing.

“West, baby,” I said slowly and with a little extra bass. “Come to the dark side. They say there are cookies there and I know you’re a slut for those.”

He hung his head for a moment before he tangled his fingers in my hair. His grip was tight enough to sting, but I didn’t give a shit once his lips came down on mine. He pressed himself against me, pinning me in place. Tugging on the strands, he forced my head back and dragged his tongue up my neck. When he bit down hard, I groaned and moved my hands down to squeeze his ass.

“Tell Kai you’ll catch an Uber home,” I said.

“Aw, do you wanna snuggle, Linc? I told you no cutesy shit.”

Shifting so that I could grab his throat, I met his eyes. The challenge there made me tighten my grip and turn him around. This time, he didn’t fight me all that much.

“Actually, I want to see if it’s possible to shut you the fuck up by swallowing all of your sweet cum until you don’t have anything left and can’t think straight.”

“God,” he breathed through the constriction on his throat. I eased up a little so that he could talk. “Okay, but just tonight.”

“Mm. We’ll talk about it.”

That fear in his eyes didn’t deter me. In this case, I wanted him to feel it, otherwise we wouldn’t get anywhere. I had no idea what would happen when the sun came up, but he’d given himself to me until then, so I intended to make good on my claim.

*****

I wasn’t surprised when I woke up to find West gone already. It was probably better that way. We both had a lot to think about. It was likely that he was completely avoiding it, but that was fine. For now.

My head pounded a little from the drinks last night. We’d swiped a bottle and drank together in my room after I- and I quote- ‘sucked his soul straight from its place in hell.’ Oh, the drama.

I wanted to do it again. He could take my soul, then we’d trade back and forth until we got tired of each other.

With a groan, I rolled out of bed and pulled on a pair of sweats. I hissed when something stung my shoulder. Craning my neck, I spotted a couple of scratches and… Was that a bite mark? Jesus. He was feral.

Before I left the room, I grabbed my phone and sent him a text.

Lincoln:If you want that soul back, we could get coffee sometime. If I keep it, I’m pretty sure it’ll wreak havoc like Peter Pan’s shadow.

I yawned at least three times on my way to the kitchen. The smell of bacon and coffee kept me going. Matt looked up from the island and narrowed his eyes. His lip was busted and swollen, but I didn’t feel bad about it. As I passed, I swiped a piece of toast from his plate, then danced out of the way with a laugh when he swung at me.

“Chill out,” I said. “You were being a dick. Besides, from the looks of it, you garnered some sympathy from Kasey.”

“And the sound of it,” Vic said, miming a gag.

“She’s spirited,” Matt replied. He dropped the angry expression, so at least we were done with that. “Linc was making some noise in his room too.”

Leaning back against the counter, I took a bite of the toast. “Jealous? I’ve seen you check me out in the locker room.”

“Funny. Who’d you get it on with?”

“That, my guy, is none of your business.”

“You’re so lame. Come on. You never fuck at parties. Give us the dirty details.”

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