Page 9 of Sugar Coated

Fang’s mouth dropped to my chest, where my pebbled nipples were waiting. He latched onto one, using his sharp fangs as a way to tease me before his tongue took center focus. He lavished an ungodly amount of attention to one, kissing and sucking while the warm metal of his fangs was a constant reminder that inside this man dwelled an animal, a beast who wanted to mark me in a way that the rest of the world would forever know I belonged to him.

When he was satisfied with the attention one got, he moved to the other and sent me spiraling all over again. I squirmed under him, my heart beating fast in my chest, every part of me heated thanks to this man.

With his mouth still latched onto my right tit, his fingers hooked around the elastic waistband of the sweats he’d lent me, and only when he finally pulled his mouth off me did he work on tugging them down. My lower half exposed to him beneath the sheets, he looked like a ravenous man who was about to havehimself the feast of a lifetime. That smoldering, silver-eyed stare would’ve made me lose all common sense if I had any to begin with.

“Oh, you are always a sight for sore eyes, but I have to say,” Fang paused as his chest rumbled with delicious possession, “the space between your legs beckons me like nothing else could. If I could live between your thighs, feasting on only you, I would.”

I still couldn’t believe he could say those things with such a straight face and actually mean them—and that I enjoyed hearing him say them.

And then, without uttering a word more, Fang lowered himself to my apex and began his feast. It wasn’t the first time he’d found himself between my legs, but it was the first time he knew precisely what to do, how to get me revved up the fastest. He remembered what I liked, how to use that tongue and highlight his sharp teeth, to make me lose it in record time.

His hands curled around my outer thighs, rooting him in place, and my clit swelled with the attention he gave it. A low pressure built in my lower gut, ballooning until it became impossible to ignore. Fang was a master at his craft, and right now his craft was me.

Or giving me orgasms, more like.

The first time he pushed me off the edge, I moaned as the pleasure surged through me with an undeniable force. The second time I panted out his name like he was torturing me with orgasms. The third time I couldn’t say a single thing, the heated bliss in my body taking hold of every single part of me, even my brain.

And then, God, I lost track. Fang didn’t seem to mind spending an inordinate amount of time between my thighs. Like he said, he could spend his entire life there and be content, and with the way he went at me with unmatched hunger, I knew it as a fact.

And, what was even stranger, Fang knew that my Devil had taken me earlier, and he didn’t seem to mind one bit as his tongue dipped lower and pushed inside of me. He tasted not only me, but the remnants of my Devil.

“You taste fucking amazing,” Fang murmured in between fucking me with his tongue. My hips began to grind on their own, and I rode his face while he continued to eat me out in a way only he could.

Right when I thought there was no possible way I could come again, my body and Fang proved me wrong. Another orgasm swept through me, so strong I would’ve collapsed if I wasn’t already on my back, every muscle in my body spasming as I came.

Fang finally pulled his mouth off me, and as he gave me a devilish smirk, he whispered huskily, “You’re so wet for me, Princess. I love it.” Before I could say a word, he crawled up and over me and reached for something tucked away beneath his pillow, something I wasn’t aware was there.

What did he pull out? The panties I’d left here the last time.

Aware my voice might come out messy thanks to the generous heap of orgasms he’d given me, I still managed to speak, “You keep it under your pillow?”

“Of course. That way, should I miss you, I have a part of you close,” Fang whispered. “I can smell you whenever I want—I never realized how lonely my life was until you walked into it.” What he was saying was kind of sweet, in a slightly weird, kinky way.

That didn’t tell me why he brought the panties out to begin with… though I only had to wait a few more seconds for him to tell me. Or show me, rather.

Fang slid the panties around my ankles, gliding them up my legs and stopping only when they sat between my inner thighs and around my ass, curving against my body like they weremeant to. Then he laid down behind me and, with his warm chest breathing hard against my back, snaked a hand between my thighs. His fingers pressed hard against the panties, pushing the fabric against my slick folds and the rim of my entrance.

Behind me, Fang murmured, “Let’s keep these on you for a while.”

“Refresh the scent?”

I asked it mainly as a joke, but Fang’s reply was a deadly sort of serious, “Exactly.”

If things were different, I might’ve been weirded out at Fang’s desires, but if there was one thing I’d come to understand since my first kidnapping, it’s that I wasn’t normal. I was into it. I was into the man with the sharp, vampire-like fangs and all of the kinks therein.

As I managed to drift off to sleep, my last thought was something along the lines of:I can’t wait for the day I let Fang take a real bite.

Chapter Two – Mike

Working for the Lucianos and the Bloody Queen of the city meant there were always cleanup crews available. As much as I didn’t want to stick around, I had to, just to make sure everything went without a hitch—and as it turned out, it was a good thing I stayed.

One of them was still alive.

Didn’t know his name. He had no form of ID on him, but that didn’t matter. He was a part of the crew that had taken Laina, and so he’d pay the price… after he told us everything he knew. It was truly his unlucky day, or night, whatever, because I knew a woman who loved to torture.

The cleanup crew’s job was to simply clean up. Get rid of the bodies and the blood; any sign that a fight took place. If someone was still alive, they’d make sure he ended up dead, and I couldn’t have that, so I tied up the man, put a piece of tape on his mouth, and threw him in the trunk of my car.

He’d wait there. He’d wait as long as it took.

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