Page 6 of Marked Resistance

“No?”

“No. Disaris women aren’t nearly as desirable.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks.

“Where are you from?” He continued, his eyes dazzling in the dim light of the venue.

“Up north. A small town called Fevikkika. Not many have heard of it. You?”

“South. Town of Baka.”

“That’s human resistance territory.”

“On the other side, yes. You know of it.”

“Not much. Heard it’s good hunting ground.”

“Depends on what you’re hungry for.”

I bit my lip, aware of how very hungry I was.

“Mind if I sit?”

“Do what you want.”

“Really?”

“I don’t care.”

“What if I wanted todoyou?”

“You’re very direct. Does that work for you?”

“Not always,” he said with a laugh. His smile both charmed and disarmed me. He pulled out the chair opposite of me, sat down, interlocked the long fingers on his large hands, and rested them on the small table. “But, if I can be frank for a moment— “

“You weren’t before?” I smiled back, growing hotter by the second, surprised at my own forwardness.

He licked his lips. “Listen, I go on assignment in the morning and this might be my last chance.”

“Last chance at what?”

“At fucking the hottest woman, I’ve ever seen.”

“Come with me,” I replied instinctively, yet realizing what I’d said before the words fell from my mouth.

I stood and walked around the table with my hand outstretched. He took it and electricity shot up my arm from his warm touch. I led him past the prying eyes to the stairs leading to the upper floor and to the third room on the left. The other two we passed were occupied but this one read vacant. The door was locked, requiring a submission of blood to gain entry.

I pulled him close, and the heat from his body surrounded me as he entered my space. The hardness of his chest and thighs was nothing compared to his stiff cock as it brushed against my ass. I brought his muscular arm around my breasts, extended my fangs, and bit into his wrist.

He tensed as I pierced his skin but soon relaxed as the warm, sticky liquid flowed into my mouth. He spun me around, pressed his lips to mine, and captured my mouth in a blazing hot kiss, his tongue penetrating my lips and lapping up the blood in my mouth as it circled inside. The blood from his wound opened the door as he placed his wrist onto the sensor, and we pushed inside. He used the heel of his foot to slam the door shut behind us as I ripped open the crisp, buttoned-down shirt separating me from my prize.

I ran my hands along the hard flesh of his muscles, as he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled till the fabric pooled on the floor around my feet. His knee found its way between my legs, separating them as our mouths continued to dance in unison. He moved his hand under my thong and cupped my bare flesh, simultaneously sending a shudder throughout my body and stoking the flames within me. The heat between us could burn the whole place down, and when his fingers slipped between my slick folds, I almost exploded on the spot.

He lengthened his fangs and scraped my lower lip, sending shockwaves of pleasure and pain as a bead of blood rose to the surface. With his tongue, he licked the precious liquid and sent his free hand up the back of my neck, pressing his fingers into my scalp.

“Damn, you taste good,” he groaned and brushed his lips against my skin.

The pale moonlight streamed through the only window in the room and bathed everything with an otherworldly glow which matched the intensity of our lust. This man invaded every part of me and reduced me to a trembling mess. His fingers undulated against me making me gasp and forcing me to inhale. His scent was clean and primal, like a hot summer’s day in the woods. His mouth captured mine again and swallowed my gasps, as he kissed me deeply and fed my hunger.

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