Page 38 of A Sip of Sin

He kissed Hollen’s cheek next, lips against clammy skin. “Are you okay?”

Hollen didn’t answer, his eyelids only fluttering a bit as Munro wiped him gently with the corner of the bedsheet. It was ruined, one corner actually torn from their coupling. With a soft smile, he wiped Hollen clean with it, careful to get every trace before it could dry.

His skinwaspaler than it had been, but perhaps it was because he needed sleep so badly. Munro had watched him fadeas the shift wore on, until he was stumbling over his own feet and threatening every set of expensive dishware.

With his eyes closed, he looked like an angel—and not one of the ones who were always bent on destruction. He was peaceful and soft in a way Munro had never seen. “There’s so much about you I don’t know.”

He touched Hollen’s lips with his thumb. “I know what you taste like, but what do you like? What are your interests and passions?” Hollen parted his lips in sleep, and Munro slipped his thumb inside before he could stop himself. “What do you want most in the world?”

The temptation to pull the soiled sheets over them both and close his eyes was monumental. It took every bit of his effort to slip from the bed, righting his clothes before moving out the door. He looked over his shoulder, cleaning the last of the blood from his lips with his tongue. “Goodnight.”

Chapter Fifteen

Hollen

Hollen stretched, his limbs aching like the time he’d decided to go horseback riding on the beach without a saddle or proper pants. Even the bed beneath him seemed to be filled with rocks, the jagged edges scraping straight to his bones. The sheets slipped over his naked skin uncomfortably, his bladder aching.

“Hell.” He ran a hand over his face, blinking his eyes open and taking in the room that was getting more familiar by the day. There was dim light around him from the lamps, solid wood trim above his head and on every side.

Munro was asleep next to him, his face peaceful in rest and his naked shoulders peeking above the blankets. With his eyes closed, he looked just like any other man, his teeth tucked behind his closed lips. It was impossible to think he could probably kill with a single bite.But he didn’t kill me.

“Oh.” He winced as he tried to sit up, his ass aching nearly as much as the rest of him. He slapped a hand over his mouth to smother the noise as he shifted, trying to find a comfortable position.Thatwas some of the best sex he’d had in his life. It was amazing he could even move. Munro, as proper and restrained as he seemed, fucked like an absolutebeast.

Rolling on his side with a groan, he grinned at Munro, taking in his features in the low light.Well, I guess that answers the question as to if vampires sleep.Munro seemed so innocent likethis—so vulnerable. It just made Hollen want to smother him in kisses.

“I can’t believe you.”

Hollen jerked at George’s voice, his head throbbing at the force of it. George’s presence leaked under his skin like a cool bath, nowhere one moment, then suddenly everywhere.

Hollen let out a soft sigh, looking anywhere but at himself. “This is fantastic.” There were probably bruises all over him from the kisses Munro had left, marked on his skin to linger for days.

“You slept with him?” asked George, scoffing at Hollen’s enthusiastic reply. “I told you he was dangerous. You should be staying away from him, not rolling around in his bed.”

That put a load of ice straight into the warmth in his belly. George was as close to being his best friend as Adair was, but what he had with Munro was new and fragile. It was also exciting as hell.

“Is it all vampires you have a problem with? Or just Munro?” Hollen lowered his voice as he carefully moved out of the bed. His head swam as he got to his feet, and he had to catch the edge of the bed for support.

“That bastard is more evil than you could imagine,” said George. His presence flickering before falling back into its normal ebb and flow.

“I don’t want to fight, George.” Hollen clutched at the column of the four-poster bed as dizziness washed over him, his legs shaking. He could have sworn that Munro had only taken a few blissful sips from his wrist before he’d stopped, but he was dizzy and exhausted like he’d been battling the flu all week.

“Listen to me,” said George.

Hollen dropped his gaze to the four red marks on his wrist. They were scabbed over and barely noticeable compared to whathe’d expected to find. As he glanced his fingers over the spot, he almost dropped to his knees.

Hell.He leaned heavily against the bed column, circling the spots with his fingertips. The sensation curled through his gut until his cock was throbbing, the picture of Munro biting him crystal clear in his thoughts. The bite had morphed into something that had his mouth dry and his cock ready to bust from the touch alone.

“You let him bite you?” George’s voice dropped into a growl, vibrating in Hollen’s chest. The last time he’d heard him this angry was when Hollen had almost been hit by a car. “Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

Hollen huffed out a laugh, tracing the bites over and over. There was something addictive to it—the impossible surge of pleasure and the hint of itchy ache underneath. It couldn’t be normal or real.Imagine if he bit me somewhere else?His thoughts dropped lower, until he had to grab himself at the base to keep from coming.

“Hollen, please listen to me.” George’s voice turned to begging, his fierce grip on his chest going tight. “You can’t let him bite you again. Do you feel how tired and sore you are right now? The next time he bites you, it could kill you.”

Hollen blinked back the lust and the lingering fog. That couldn’t be right.

George had to be lying. But George had never lied to him before. “How? It’s just a bit of blood. People probably get bitten all the time, and they’re fine. It’s the same as getting a paper cut.”

“Anyone else would be fine, but you won’t be. You’redifferent.” George relaxed his hold until Hollen could almost breathe normally again. “It’s not just blood they’re taking. The next time Munro bites you, it will drain the rest of your lifeforce from your body while your heart still beats. Please listen to me.”

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