Page 24 of A Sip of Sin

Munro let out a huff. “I don’t know how willingly you came, but I found you before he could kill you.” He stroked one hand down Hollen’s back, coming to rest just above the curve of his ass.

His hand was like a stamp of absolute possession, branding Hollen in a way that made his toes curl.He’s hot, but this issonot appropriate.

“What a relief,” said Hollen, rolling his eyes. “You saved me so you could eat me yourself. My hero.” He spared Munro a glance, flushing as he quickly averted his gaze. Munro was staring athim, his chin resting on his hand and his other hand still wrapped around Hollen’s wrist, pressing it softly to the bed.

Munro chuckled, the sound vibrating through him. It was beautiful and melodic, hanging in the air long after he’d stopped.

Hollen paused at the sound, the fight draining out of him as another bout of shivering took over. At the very least, Munro was warm.I can let myself like it…this time.

“I wonder what my son has told you if you detest vampires this much.” Munro tightened his grip on Hollen’s wrist, pressing their chests together. It pushed Hollen’s groin harder into his thigh, forcing a gasp through his lips. “I sent him into the world to bring us together, not to split us apart.”

What?“Who—? Oh yeah…the one George told me about.” His mind was obviously still frozen if he’d forgotten about his story that got him hired in the first place. “I mean—the one I met on the mountain.” He cleared his throat, ducking his head. Heat flushed over his cheeks as Munro shifted again, sending a spark straight to his gut.

When Munro moved his leg, his thigh pressedhardbetween Hollen’s. Munro had to feel him and the one part of his body that was so much warmer than the rest.

“Which mountain was that?” asked Munro softly, his lips so close to Hollen’s cheek that he could feel his breath. “It’s been so long since I tasked him that I’ve forgotten.”

Hollen let out a soft groan, his head going fuzzy. Vampire or not, Munro smelled fantastic, with spices imprinted into his very skin. And the way he moved—rocking in the smallest way that couldn’t have been completely accidental. It was driving him out of his mind already.

“The big one. Everest.” His lip caught against his teeth as he bit back a groan, Munro’s hands like fire on his skin. Sweat broke over his brow as he was suddenly too hot, a vicious fire settling over him as every hair seemed to stand on end. He’d always beensensitive, but there was something about Munro that made the touch so different.

“Hmm.” Munro nodded, his chin brushing against Hollen’s cheek. “Are you feeling better? Warmer?”

“Yeah.” Hollen twisted as his wrist was released and Munro leaned back, the warmth of his skin disappearing in an instant. Before he could think, he wrapped his hands around Munro’s waist, gripping at his back and digging in his nails until he went still.

“Not yet. I’m still cold.” The sweat prickling over his skin begged to differ. He shivered for an entirely different reason, hopefully fooling Munro. The pressure between his legs returned in a moment as if it had never left, Munro easing back into place.

It had been long enough since he’d fooled around with Adair and longer still since he’d taken care of himself. It was hard to get in the mood when George was constantly giving him pointers, talking about technique and a few of his escapades. He did not want to hear aboutthatwhen he had a hand wrapped around himself.

“Take as long as you need,” said Munro. “My body is at your disposal.”

Hollen shuddered.He can’t mean that.Munro was all hard edges, but that thigh—Fuck.He was soft, thick, and with George silent, it was the most action his dick had seen in months.

He nudged his hips ahead ever so slightly, tilting his head to look at Munro. Munro was staring back, his pupils wide and his lips shiny and dark. There was that hunger in his gaze again, but it was muted beneath something else.

This time, Hollen couldn’t look away, even as his breath caught and his mouth went dry. His first thought of Munro had been that he was extremely handsome, the scowl the only thingtaking away from that. But he could have never imagined how beautiful he was with his hair mussed and his eyes so intense.

It didn’t make any sense. Munro was dangerous. George had warned him of as much. A few minutes ago, he’d been terrified for his life and ready to kick Munro in the balls and run. But now?

He flicked his gaze between his eyes, the blue color so pale against his dark pupils that it seemed to cool the heat of his skin. Munro’s hair was only half in its tie, thrown over his shoulder and some falling to tickle Hollen’s chest. With his dark lips, it looked as if he’d just finished taking someone to the peak of intimacy.

“I’m good now,” said Hollen, licking his lips as he flushed hotter. He’d never lied so terribly in his life before. He was anything but good, longing and absolute need coursing through him.

Munro didn’t move, his gaze flickering to Hollen’s lips, then back up. He seemed hungry, but Hollen wasn’t exactly sure what for. “I’m—.”

Munro snapped his mouth shut, staring at Hollen. He dashed his tongue out, licking over the lower one and leaving a trail of wetness behind. Behind those lips were sharp teeth and a promise of pain.

But Hollen had always been a risk taker.

Arching his back, Hollen rocked his hips. It was way too easy to wrap his arms around Munro’s neck, tentatively touching some of the hair that had slipped free. The strands were smooth and soft—thinner and more delicate than he’d expected. For some reason he’d assumed the strands would be created from pure titanium, like the rest of Munro seemed to be.

Munro closed his eyes into slits as he took a deep breath. His jaw twitched, the muscle in his cheek jumping.

“Why do you want to bite me?” asked Hollen, keeping his voice low. He could touch the column of his own throat and feel the thudding pulse there, but it had no appeal. His skin was thin and sensitive, his flush making the sensation sharper.

“I don’t. Not right now.” Munro took in another heaving breath, leaning into Hollen’s touch. “That’s not what I want anymore.” He opened his eyes, his gaze narrowed on Hollen’s lips.

Liquid heat dripped through him, squirming in his chest and soaking his extremities. He fidgeted, bringing his hips forward to press himself more insistently to Munro. There was nothing half-hard anymore between them, every bit of Hollen’s focus on that rigid piece of flesh.

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