Page 81 of Bite Marks

Her tone was all teasing, a maddening false innocence that told me she knewexactlywhat I thought of her performance. Instead of humoring her, I used my grip on her hair to force her mouth back to my cunt, the order silent and entirely clear.

Eat.

She responded immediately, lapping at my clit as she teased my entrance with her fingers once more, trading places back and forth like my next orgasm was a coin hidden under a pair of cups. Back and forth. Back and forth.

My fangs ached as I lost myself to her touch.

The desire to claim, to drink, to take burned in my gut and spread until I had to chew the inside of my cheek to stop myself from pulling her wrist to my mouth for another long drink.

I was so wet there was no resistance as she fucked me with her hand, mouth on my clit where she licked, sucked, and bit me into a frenzy that had my legs shaking and hips bucking against her face, grinding hard until her teeth grazed my clit, throwing me over the edge and into a wave of euphoria that made my head spin.

“God, yes!” I moaned, collapsing back against the pullout mattress. My hands clawed at the sheets, fisting the material in a desperate bid to stop myself from gripping onto her slender jaw and sinking my teeth into her neck.

Or shoulder.

Or her delicious breasts.

She grinned, and my chest ached at the blank canvas of her throat.

I wanted to mark her all over, bite her until she was in a frenzy of desire that matched my own.

“That’s it, sir,” she cooed, adjusting to press a soft kiss against my temple and then my lips as she freed her fingers with a wet noise. “Let me take care of you.”

I looped my arms around her, dragging her down to hold her against my chest.

Where did this creature come from? And why had it taken her so long to find me? I was certain that if we’d met before, I never would’ve let her out of my sight, so I was writing off the strange familiarity I’d felt as a coincidence.

And yet, there was somethingjustout of my reach.

Her lips pressed to the column of my throat, and I hummed, my eyes shut as I reveled in the relative peace of the moment.

Now that the roaring whoosh of desire for her blood had begun to quiet, I could hear her heartbeat again, elevated from her efforts.

“Sir?” Vi’s voice was soft as she traced patterns along my side, following the lines of my tattoos.

I hummed in response, my cheek resting against the top of her head.

“Can I have a kiss?”

I opened my eyes, gently reaching to tilt her jaw toward mine for a kiss that was a sipping pass of our mouths. She cradled my cheek in her hand gently, a smile teasing at the corner of her mouth as she stole another few soft pecks.

“Why don’t you stay for dinner?”

“It’s hardly past noon,” I chuckled.

“I know,” she said, laughing back. A silly, half-breathless laugh that stretched her cheeks.

Instead of answering with words, I kissed her again, slower and clumsier this time as I rolled us on the couch.

As if I wanted to be anywhere else.

I studied Vi’s profile as she dozed with her cheek pressed against my chest. Long, dark lashes kissed her pale cheeks as her breath brushed against the bare skin above my sports bra.

It’d just been polite for us to redress after an afternoon of rolling around together—she did have a roommate after all. A fact we wouldn’t be able to avoid at the coven house either, but at least there I had my own room.

It was difficult to worry too much about frivolous things like privacy with Vi’s warm body melded against mine, our legs tangled together on the wide Chesterfield now that we’d neatly tucked away the pullout bed.

It almost wasn’t enough contact with the thin material of her borrowed T-shirt separating Vi’s skin from mine. I enjoyed the warmth radiating from her, fingers catching in the cotton slightly as I rubbed her back in slow, soothing strokes.

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