Page 59 of Eye Candy

Yeah, the guy literally took off my panties with his teeth. It was the sexiest thing ever, and the way he licked his lips after they were off made me clench my thighs together in anticipation. My lower half burned with need.

My pink panties hung off his finger, and as he smirked at me, he murmured, “I hope you don’t mind leaving these here for me when you go. I want something of yours here, and since I can’t have you, these—” He twirled the panties around his finger. “—are a nice substitute.”

It was the last thing I thought I’d hear, but I found myself saying, “Sure.” If he wanted to keep my panties, who was I to stop him?

Fang said nothing to that, but his chest did hum with approval as he set the panties aside and spread my legs wide, positioning himself between them. His silver gaze fell to my slit, raking over what was surely a slick set of pussy lips and a swollen clit. He ran his tongue over teeth one final time, and then he lowered himself.

Some girls might find it scary, the thought of someone with sharp, metal fangs going down on you, but I was here to tell you: it wasn’t bad. Quite the opposite, in fact. Feeling the tips of his teeth as he took your clit in his mouth and sucked on it was one of the best feelings in the world.

My hands clenched in the sheets, my body writhed with pleasure. I let out moan after moan, not bothering to keep myself quiet. What would be the point? He wanted to hear me, just like he wanted to eat me up.

God, if it was Fang doing the eating, I guess I was down. I was down for anything Fang wanted to do to me.

His tongue lapped at me, swirling around my clit before dropping to my pussy entrance. He pushed his tongue inside me, eating me out while his fangs pressed against the slick skin around it. I arched my back, my muscles starting to tremble uncontrollably. It was like my body took on a will of its own, and Fang’s mouth fueled my heightened senses in a way no one else could.

I couldn’t catch my breath, but it wasn’t until the pressure in my lower half imploded that I knew why. An orgasm, the strongest, most powerful one I’d ever felt, swallowed me whole. Every part of me lit on fire, my heart racing, and my clit ached for more. I couldn’t stifle the sound that left me when the pleasure became too much to bear; I cried out, a garbled, incomprehensible sound that told Fang his skills were top-notch.

Fang’s tongue didn’t stop, though. He licked a line from my pussy to my clit, taking the swollen nub between his teeth, gently teasing me with his sharp canines. He was perfectly at home between my legs, and by the time he was done, I think I came another three times—and each orgasm was stronger than the last.

I was a mindless mess when Fang finally pulled his mouth off me, licking his lips like he could keep going. He crawled up and flopped over, lying beside me and propping up his head with his hand. He’d taken my panties and stuffed them beneath his pillow while saying, “Every part of you is sublime, by the way.”

Breathing hard, I was slow in fixing my bra and my shirt, even slower in rolling onto my side to look at Fang. My cheeks were flushed with heat, my body still tingly in all the right places from the sheer number of orgasms he’d given me. I opened mymouth to speak, but nothing came out. It was like he’d melted my damned brain with the orgasms.

Fang smirked, flashing me his sharp teeth. “You’re so beautiful when you’re undone, Princess.”

I figured thanking him would be a weird thing to say, so in the end, I didn’t say anything. I was still struggling to regain some sense of control over myself and my senses, so it was probably for the best.

He set a hand on my waist, over my shirt. “We should probably get you going. The big guy out there is probably wondering what all I’m doing to you in here. I bet he’d lose his mind if you walked out of here out of breath and as red as you are now.”

My eyes closed for a moment, and I remembered the night I’d gone to him, right after Kieran was shot. How he’d reacted to me, the things he’d said, how he’d stopped us from going too far. And now, how he pretended nothing at all had happened.

When I opened my eyes again, I muttered, “He’s just doing his job.”

Fang’s black brows lifted. “Is it his job, then, to get jealous over you wanting to be alone with another guy? No, Princess. You’re smarter than that. I don’t know what happened between you two, and I don’t need to, but I know you’re not just a job to him.”

“That’s not what he said.”

He studied me, knowing me all too well, somehow. “You want things from him he’s hesitant to give. Give him some time. He’ll come around. From what I hear, he’s a good guy to have at your side when shit hits the fan, and based on what happened the last time you made a public appearance, I’d sayyou’re going to need him.” Fang swept some of my hair off my face, tucking it behind an ear. “If you ever need me for anything, call. Any hour of the day or night. I’ll drop whatever I’m doing and come to you.”

I probably should’ve thought it was a weird thing for him to offer, but then again, his mouth had been all over on my body not too long ago—and he was keeping my panties—so him offering to come to me whenever I needed him wasn’t so surprising. Fang moved fast, go figure.

“You won’t…” I paused, swallowing. “You won’t say anything, will you? About this.” I lifted my left hand off the bed a few inches.

“No,” he told me. “That’s your secret to tell, not mine. But if I put it together, others will. It’s only a matter of time. Listen to me. I didn’t know you before you were kidnapped, but I can tell you’re used to doing everything everyone wants you to. This is your life, though. You’re the one who needs to live it, not them. Not your father, not your stepmother, not Lola, not Kieran or Big Mike… just you. Do what makes you happy and fuck everyone else.”

My lips tugged into a smile at that. “You have a way with words, Fang, has anyone ever told you that?”

“No, actually. Believe it or not, I don’t get out much, and my usual clientele isn’t half as pretty as you. You’re bringing all these things out of me. I’d tell you I don’t like it, but then I’d be lying.” He grinned, leaned over, and pressed a kiss upon my lips, then he pulled away and hopped off the bed, finding my leggings and tossing them at me. “Now, let’s get you out of here before I decide I want to take another bite.”

I didn’t know if he meant go down on me again, or if he meant it in a more literal sense. My lip had stopped bleeding,so there was that, but I had the feeling Fang would love to sink those teeth of his into other places if I let him.

So, yeah, it was best for me to get dressed and leave, at least for today.

I crawled off the bed and got to my feet. I worked on pulling up my leggings, knowing Fang watched me all the while. Once I was good to go, he walked with me down the steps to the first floor—after, uh, adjusting himself, that was. He’d gotten hard eating me out, and he didn’t want to advertise what had happened to Mike yet. It was up to me whether or not to tell Mike about what had happened between us.

Once we reached the bottom floor of the building, we walked through the dark hall to the alleyway door, and Fang unlocked it for me and held it open. Mike stood leaning against the opposite building in the alley, his strong, bulky arms folded over his chest, making his muscles pop that much more.

“She’s all yours now, pal,” Fang spoke with a smile, though he did shoot me a glance as I stepped out. “I’ll see you soon, Princess.”

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