Page 35 of A Sip of Sin

When Munro settled his weight back, the sensation against his bare flesh was breathtaking. Hollen bit his lip, fluttering his eyes just tofeel.“You feel good.”

He didn’t just mean the sweet pressure against his cock. Munro’s weight on him was that perfect slice of heaven. He was pinned and helpless, cool hands and a wet mouth everywhere except where he really needed it. His control was slipping in away that only happened when he was so close to the edge that all meaning ceased to exist except heat and pleasure.

Hollen opened his eyes, catching Munro’s gaze with absolute purpose. “Will you fuck me if I ask you to?”

He needed it more than a job and a friend. As Munro deepened his touch, dragging his hands over Hollen’s chest as certainty hardened into pure fascination. They barely knew each other, but Munro played him so well, knowing exactly where to touch and how hard.

Munro growled, dipping to Hollen’s chest and dragging a flat tongue over one nub. “That depends on how nicely you ask.” He drew back just long enough to watch Hollen’s reaction before he dove in again.

Hollen arched, digging his nails into Munro’s shoulder where he was holding tight. If he let go, there was a chance that he would slip away or even fall asleep, ruining his chances for good.

Another lick and he curled his toes, leaning into the touch. It was all tongue and pressure without the bite of teeth he’d expected. There was more to be had, even if Munro thought he needed to hold back. As far as Hollen knew, this would be the only time, and there was no way he was ignoring the yearning.

“You— You cannibblea bit if you want.” Hollen stuttered as Munro caught his gaze with a dark look. “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you bite me a bit. Just try not to break skin.”

Bite me a bit?Hollen struggled not to facepalm. Obviously, the blood had drained from his head, leaving nothing but lust behind. If George heard him, he would have a fit.Don’t think about George. Not right now.

Munro shook his head in disbelief, his eyes blown black. “My teeth are too sharp.” He curled the corner of his lip. The canines were massive, stretching past the crowns of his bottom teeth into wicked points. It was a wonder he didn’t cut his lips constantly.Or maybe he did, and he had the healing powers the movies and books talked about.

The saliva he’d left on Hollen’s skin seemed to tingle, the fine hairs standing at attention until they were wetted again. “One slip, and…” Munro trailed off.

Hollen sagged, trying to fight against the thick disappointment. “Oh.”

Munro dipped his head, giving his other nipple the same treatment, even going so far as to suck until the drag pulled a grunt from between Hollen’s lips. It was so damn good, but Hollen could see the lines at the corners of Munro’s eyes and the set of his jaw when he had to pull away.

The realization crashed over him in a surge that went straight to his gut. “You’re afraid to bite me.” He bucked his hips as Munro stroked his side, burning for relief.

“No.” Munro shook his head, placing a kiss on his nipple before surging up to meet Hollen’s lips. Once Hollen was aching for air, Munro moved to his ear, whispering over his skin. “I’m going to bite you, but I’m waiting for you to beg me for it.”

Hollen bit his lip as prickling broke over his skin. He couldn’t imagine someone begging for those sharp points to dig into their skin until they broke through. It had to hurt—even if the edge of pain was almost pleasant when he was this hard.

He shook his head. “I won’t.”

Hollen gasped as Munro dipped and sucked his nipple into his mouth, bypassing his neck completely. They ached, pounding from the repeated assault. He grabbed at Munro’s hair, digging his nails between the strands. There was the tiniest scrape of something sharper, a yelp pushing through his lips.

Munro moved to his other nipple with one last lick. “I love your confidence.” He was fluid as he grasped it roughly between his lips, the sensation nearly torture.

“Ah.” Hollen parted his lip. There it was—that bit of ache that always went best with the peak of pleasure right before he came. He was already getting close, still retrained by thin fabric that gave everything away. There was an obvious wet spot that Munro was ignoring, focused on his chest alone.

“Touch me.” Hollen threw his head back. “I want you to…please.”

*****

Munro

He could almost taste the blood beneath Hollen’s skin, trapped below a thin layer with its sweetness beckoning. Every pulse—every thump had him spiraling closer to the edge of his restraint, until he was sucking each of Hollen’s nipples into his mouth while wishing they were something else.

They hardened beneath his tongue, flushing bright as he lapped hard enough to have the blood blooming beneath the very surface in a tempting spider web that he wished would catch him. Still, he went harder, leaving so little room for pleasure when his torture was nearing completion.

Hollen moaned and bucked, seemingly unaware of the struggle Munro was facing. He had been completely truthful. He’d never kissed someone before he bit them. Sure, a few of the people he’d fed from in the past had gotten close to him, sneaking their way into his bed before they inevitably moved on in one way or another.

But it had always been about the succulent sustenance pumping through their veins, not their hair or eyes or their quick wit. Lust was a natural side effect with feeding sometimes, even if it faded after every exposure. Nothing was ever quite like the first hit that was warmth and ecstasy entwined.

But now he was holding himself back and doing everything in his power not to bite into Hollen’s neck and end him as a river across his bed sheets. A few drops would sustain him, but would he be able to stop? Even now he could barely restrain himself without the copper liquid flowing down his throat.

“Touch me.” Hollen grabbed at him as he pleaded for a second time, guiding Munro’s hand until he was skimming the top of his uniform pants. His fingertips touched warm skin that was flushed and overwhelmed.

Usually, he took such pride in the white uniforms as the only things that were spotless and neat in his world of chaos and revolution. But it was keeping secrets from him now that he had only caught glimpses of before.

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