Page 58 of Of Blood and Smoke

“I can smell that you wouldn’t mind.”

He flipped us over so quickly my head spun. I found myself seated on his legs, his erection pushed up against my mound and I gasped at the instantaneous motion.

Even his cock was beautiful, I thought, looking down. I took it in my hand curling my fingers around it and began to rub up and down. A bead of precum pearled at the tip and I ran my index finger over it, spreading the moisture. Leaning down, I tasted him, his salty sweet flavor mixing with the metallic tang of my own lingering blood.

“You can worship at my feet later, Little One. Sit on my cock. Now,” he demanded.

His command sent another rush of desire through me, and I rose up on my knees. It still wasn’t high enough. I had to lift myself into a squat, holding his organ to position it before I could continue. Josiah helped me, gripping my waist. When thehead touched my entrance, he tightened his hold and slammed me down.

I saw stars, tiny pin pricks of lights as I lifted myself up and down on his thick rod, switching up my movements and bracing my hands against his chest. I leaned forward for extra friction, my forehead against his shoulder, as my impending orgasm rushed through me and sent all my blood to my core.

The wave broke, tearing a scream from my lungs and shattering me, stealing my strength. Josiah took over, gripping my hips and pounding into me from below as I weakly clawed at his chest, completely wasted and overcome. I was delirious from the intense emotions he was pulling from the deepest recesses of my heart, and it took me a minute to realize I was crying.

I was anything but sad, riding the tumult of elation while he broke me and put me back together again, letting him take control.

Once he found his own release, I curled up on top of him. He pressed soft kisses all over my shoulder and then my cheek.

I promptly fell asleep.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Della

Sunlight pouring in through the outer edge of my blinds greeted me when I woke up. I loved my new bed—it had been years since I’d had a decent mattress, and I hesitated to get up, content to lay in the sunbeams like a cat.

After I stretched, I swung my legs over the side of my bed and the soreness between my thighs reminded me of the night before. My hands curled around the edge of the memory foam as a tangle of legs and red-stained teeth came rushing back.

Twisting around, I looked at my blankets. I had slept alone but the last thing I’d known was my plush couch and Josiah’s hands running through my hair while I’d used his body as a pillow. I almost called his name but instead I trudged my way from my bedroom to the living room. There was no one there, it didn’t even look like anyone had been there. A frisson of disappointment wound its way through my heart.

When I glanced into the kitchen I spotted a cup of coffee, steam rising from the slit in the lid to fill the air with the strong and distinct scent of vanilla. A little sheet of paper sat folded beside the container with elegant script stating he’d see me atwork. His signature was elegant and flowing, just like the man himself.

Grabbing the beverage, I brought it into the other room and sat down, across from the sofa, and took a sip letting the warm caffeine wake me up. Sitting here, it all felt like a dream. Had I really let a man who thought he was a demon vampire ravage me so thoroughly? Did hereallythink he was some type of supernatural creature? The sparkling mist he’d materialized before my eyes came to mind—was that a parlor trick?

My fingers wandered to my neck, and I searched for a wound but felt nothing. Rushing into the bathroom, I flicked on the light and shoved my hair back. Still nothing. Running back out, I tore through the kitchen drawers looking for my high-powered flashlight and when I found it, I went back to the mirror and angled the beam.

Again, nothing.

I stood there, staring at myself in the mirror for several minutes, trying to figure out what had happened. Was it that bad if an incomprehensibly hot man with a god-like dick thought he was Nosferatu and had the blood fetish to go right along with it?

Last night, I’d believed him one hundred percent—I think. I didn’t knowwhatto think so I decided, for now, not to. He had the teeth to be a vampire, right? I shook my head. How could this be true? No matter what, I still wanted him.

Annoyed with myself, I tossed the flashlight onto the counter and got ready for work.

Brett had leftme several text messages to read as I walked into Ipomoea. He left detailed diatribes about how I was ruining my life, had no idea what I was doing, he loved me so muchblah, blah, blah, and then finally something about how I better “watch out” because he was going to get his “boy Vincent’s” money no matter what. His rambling messages made no sense. With a sigh, I slid my phone into my purse when I stepped off the elevator.

Another coffee was waiting for me when I got to my desk, and I chuckled at the sight. Apparently, Josiah thought I’d need a whole lot of caffeine this morning.

“What’s so funny?” Christina asked, her lip curled.

I shook my head as I rounded my desk. “Nothing.”

“You think you’re better than everybody,” she sniped as she strode away with a swing of her hips.

Rolling my eyes, I logged onto my computer and opened my email. Christina had the maturity of a middle schooler; I could hear her slamming her desk drawers with childish anger.

A flood of notifications cascaded down the screen as I sifted through my inbox, opening them in order of importance. I opened the one from Josiah first. It was a summons.

Taking another swig of my coffee, I stood up. “Where are you going? It's too early for a break, sit back down,” Christina said.

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