Page 8 of Sugar Coated

“No. I really don’t think he had any part of it. He practically ran out of the room the moment we were finished. By the time I fixed my clothes and went searching for him, he was gone. I couldn’t find him in the house or anywhere around it. It’s like he vanished.”

“As much as I don’t doubt his vanishing capabilities, there is another possibility. This devil of yours could be great at hiding in plain sight.”

Something in my stomach churned at the thought. What if he was there, somewhere at the party, with the mask off, and I walked right by him and didn’t even know it? As much as I’d like to say I’d know him anywhere, the fact of the matter was I didn’t know what he looked like beneath the mask. He could be anyone.

My thoughts ran a mile a minute now that I was thinking about my Devil, so I tried to change the subject by saying, “Mike got super pissed when I told him my Devil didn’t do this to me. I think he’s still mad at me about it.”

The hand resting on my lower back snaked underneath my shirt and began to trace circles on my skin. “The big guy is protective over you. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

When I stared into Fang’s eyes, I was struck by how deep they were. I’d never been this close to him for this long before. He could lay there and listen to me bare my soul, bare my deepest, darkest secrets and desires, and in the end accept them. Accept me.

To think, all this began when Lola sent me his info, because she thought he might be able to help me, to make something for me and my missing fingers. I wondered if she knew she was basically playing cupid.

“Can I tell you something?” I asked in a whisper.

Fang smirked and said, “You can tell me anything, Princess. Talk my ears off, and I’ll still find a way to listen.”

“When I first met you, I thought you were really weird.”

I didn’t think that’s what he was expecting me to say, because he cracked a somewhat goofy grin after, his silver fangs flashing in the shadows. “Weird, huh? When I first met you, I thought you were walking, talking candy that I was dying to take a bite of.” He waited a moment before asking, “What do you think now?”

“I still think you’re weird… but I like it.” I brought a hand to his face, my index finger lightly running over his bottom lip. He must’ve sensed where I was going with it, because he parted his lips and bared his teeth to me, giving me a front-row seat to his silver fangs.

“And I like your teeth,” I murmured, slow in drawing a finger down along one of his sharpened fangs. Seriously, his mouth made him look like a vampire. As I pulled my finger away, it was my turn to ask, “What do you think of me now?”

Fang scooted his face closer to mine, and our noses touched. “I still think you’re a piece of candy… but you’re my candy, and I’ll wait as long as I have to until I can take my first real bite out of you. I’ll be patient.”

Whether or not he was going to say more, I didn’t know, but either way I didn’t let him. I pressed my lips on his and kissed him, the gesture soft and sweet, considering the topic of conversation. When you were discussing taking a bite out of someone else, a gentle kiss didn’t exactly go hand-in-hand with it.

But Fang accepted the soft kiss without a complaint. As his mouth returned the kiss, his hand on my lower back inched upward along my spine, stopping only when it neared the area where my bra strap should’ve been. It must’ve been an exceptionally sensitive spot on me, an area where no one reallytouched, because the moment his hand grazed the skin there, I shivered and moaned into the kiss.

One of his fangs grazed my lower lip, and though he didn’t take a bite, the anticipation was there. Those fangs heightened every sensation, every push and pull of our mouths together.

I wanted more.

Fang must’ve wanted the same, because soon enough he rolled himself on top of me and bunched up my shirt enough to expose my chest. The only reason I didn’t shiver was because we were both underneath his sheets, the blankets keeping us warm.

He left a trail of kisses along my jaw, careful to not kiss too hard where I was hit, and when he made it to the crook of my neck, his hands each found a breast to cup and paw at. His sharp fangs grazed a tender spot on my throat as his thumbs ran over my bare nipples, and I sucked in a hard breath in response. Just like that, I was elevated to cloud nine.

“Right now,” Fang whispered against my neck, “you’re all mine, Princess. Let me hear all the sounds you can make.” He really didn’t seem to care that I admitted to having sex with my Devil—and that I didn’t even know who my Devil was.

Honestly? It was the perfect response, exactly what I needed right now. No judgment. Just acceptance.

He sucked hard on a singular spot on my neck, to the point where I couldn’t hold back a moan from bubbling up out of my throat. I didn’t give him the okay to take a bite, so apparently he’d settle for the next big thing and give me a hickey instead.

Not a bite, but a mark to show the world that I belonged to someone.

First my Devil, and now Fang. I was on a roll tonight.

I held onto him as he continued to suck, my bottom half starting to grind on its own. Fang responded by sinking his midsection down on mine, pressing the growing hardness thereupon me, a sign of how badly he wanted me. Feeling that hardness against me drove me crazy in the best of ways.

“Fang,” I breathed out his name, lost in ecstasy.

He only stopped sucking on my neck to tell me, “I love the way you say my name.” A sound that was a mix of a growl and a moan came from him, an appreciative sound that made my thighs squeeze together. Low, manly, sexy as hell. “I could eat you up, Princess—and unless you tell me not to, I plan on doing just that.”

I didn’t say a word, and Fang took that the only way he could: as an affirmative, as me telling him to take whatever he wanted from me, that I would gladly give it all to him.

And at this point, I would. It’d been one of those nights all around. Full-steam ahead. No backing down now. My eyes, though they were mostly closed, had never been more metaphorically open in my life—and I loved it.

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