Page 28 of Her Blood Revenge

‘Oh no. You have to make me an offer I can’t refuse.’ He takes my chin between his fingers. ‘What are you willing to do, Pixie? What are you willing to offer?’

‘If you want me to suck your dick, I will. But be careful of my teeth. As you know, I’ve not quite got the hang of them yet,’ I sneer.

‘An angry blow job isn’t gonna cut it.’ His thumb follows the curve of my lower lip.

He wants a connection. Forgiveness. He wants something I’m incapable of giving.

But I’m nothing if not adaptable.

Moving myself, I climb atop him, straddling him as we sit on the ground. His hands glide up my thigh, beneath the silk robe I wear, and settle on my backside. He peers up at me, intrigued by what I’m offering.

Unsatisfied with the slight space between us, he pulls me closer. Beneath my robe, I’m still naked. The buckle of his belt presses into my exposed flesh. It’s cold against me. A teasingly dark smile hitches at the corner of his mouth as he watches and waits.

I lean down, resting my nose against his.

‘A kiss,’ I offer softly.

‘Getting warmer,’ he replies. ‘But not enough. A kiss with me now. All three of us when we return.’

‘Kissing all three of you?’ I ask, my mouth drying.

‘Whatever we want… all three of us,’ he finishes, slowly pulling me harder onto him, the buckle of his belt pressing into me harder. A gasp escapes me, and he relishes in this achievement. ‘I’ll take your kiss now,’ he says. ‘And if you mean the kiss, if I feel it, we will take you withus to your old coven. If not, I tether you to the bedpost, and we will leave you under lock and key as we search for the grimoire ourselves.’

‘I can’t kiss you like I mean it.’ I lean in close. ‘I fucking hate you.’

‘Hate is a far cry from indifferent, Pixie. If you hate me so much, kiss me like you hate me. Whatever it is that you feel, I will know from your kiss. Even if you don’t know yourself. After all these weeks of silence, I want to feel something true from you. Those are my terms. Do you agree?’

‘I agree. You prick-’

His fingers knot in my hair, and he claims my mouth with his before I’ve even finished speaking, pinning me to his body as he takes my wrath and fire. My kiss is brutal as I grab his hair, tugging it at the roots hard enough to make him growl. I don’t care.

He wants a kiss? I’ll give him a fucking kiss.

Our lips part, only to gasp in desperate breaths as his hands roughly grab and caress my hips, waist and arse.

A need for friction demands my attention, and I realise I’m griding my exposed pussy against him. He inhales, catching the scent of my arousal in the air.

My teeth sharpen, and he grunts as they pierce his lips. I pull back.

‘Sorry.’

‘No, you’re not,’ he grins. ‘That’s why I fucking love you.’

Those words are like a knife to my gut. One that’s been twisted in deep, gouging and tearing at whatever counts as a soul. I attempt to sit back.

‘That’s not enough,’ he growls. ‘Not by a long shot. Accept what you are. Accept your nature. You’re all lust, need, blood and desire. Give in to that part of you, or it will devour you. Find peace with me because I am all those dark and twisted things, too.’

I’m dragged back to his bleeding and desperate lips as he continues our kiss. His blood drips down our fronts. It fills my mouth, and I feel that euphoria swallow me whole as it slides down my throat.

That uncertainty slips away. My hesitation and pain disappear.

Instinct and nature take over.

I push him down and tower over him, devouring his mouth with mine, that ache between my legs becoming a torturous need.

‘You’re so fucking turned on, Pixie,’ he breathes between kisses, leaning up and sweeping the hair from my face. ‘Ask nicely, and I’ll gladly help you.’

‘I promised you a kiss. Nothing more.’

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