Page 25 of A Sip of Sin

Munro parted his lips in a pant. “I can feel you.” He reached down, pulling Hollen’s ass hard and forcing him into his thigh. He seemed to lose himself, that wonder taking hold of him. “And I want to watch you unravel, your body out of your control as you succumb to the pleasure. I could show you things that you’ve never heard of—things that you wouldn’t think to ask for—things that haven’t been done in centuries.”

Words like that were probably supposed to turn him on and make his cock harder. But jealousy streaked through his gut instead, his arousal wilting.

“I’m not looking to be another notch on your bedpost,” said Hollen. In reality, that post was made of solid wood that was completely unblemished, but guys kept track in strange ways sometimes. Hollen had once dated a guy who kept a few strands of hair from every lay. That was serial killer material.

Munro furrowed his forehead, his face suddenly serious. “You won’t be.” He cupped Hollen’s chin, tilting until their gazes met. He seemed to hesitate for a moment. “I’ve never kissed anyone before I’ve bitten them.”

Munro leaned in, closing the few inches of space and bringing their lips together. The touch was soft, butterflies breaking out from the point of contact. Hollen let out a gasp, his heart pounding as Munro took the invitation.

His back was pressed into the bed as Munro settled over him more firmly, shifting until their lips were level. He was heavier than he looked, holding Hollen so decisively and insistently as he slipped his tongue into Hollen’s mouth.

Strawberries, tea, and spices rolled over his senses, soaking into him and pulling a groan from his throat. It was good—better than he imagined, stripping any sense of self-preservation from his mind. He could lose himself in a kiss like this, aching for more but longing for those lips on his at the same time.

He gripped Munro’s hair, tugging him until he had no choice but to settle all his weight on top. As he shifted, it brought his thigh harder against Hollen, pushing a whimper through his lips as the pressure overwhelmed him.

Munro was so hard—all muscle and strength wherever Hollen put his hands, but his lips were the exact opposite. Even as he deepened the kiss, Munro’s was still soft, his tongue stroking but not taking more than Hollen was willing to give.

“Jesus.” Hollen further deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue along Munro’s. Delving farther, he traced inside Munro’s mouth, pausing at the sharp bite of his teeth. Munro stilled, all his focus seemingly on that touch.

When he’d first thought about kissing Munro, he wasn’t sure what he’d expected. The way he moved and moaned was so normal and natural that he was honestly startled when the tip of his tongue first glanced against the sharp points in his mouth.

In comparison to his own, they were massive, long and so sharp that the edge threatened to break skin, even with the slight glance of his tongue.

But he couldn’t help himself, reaching for one side, then the other, to tease each point with his tongue. They must’ve been sensitive from the way Munro’s breathing picked up, his heart pounding where Hollen had a hand on his chest.

It made him bold—bold enough to press just a little too hard, a sharp sting zipping against the side of his tongue. He drew back with a gasp, searching for any hint of copper in the mingled taste of them.

Munro’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes still closed with his lashes heavy on his cheeks when Hollen drew back. He seemed so innocent like that, the weight of the world hidden behind the thin sheets of his eyelids. He certainly wasn’t the dangerousbeastthat George had warned him about repeatedly.

There was nothing about Munro that he’d expected, not even after the gruff demeanor of his first day. This was the man who had stopped a room of vampires from eating him and who had apparently rescued him from Rhys, who was a bad guy if Hollen had ever met one.

“How do you drink?” asked Hollen, brushing his thumb along Munro’s lower lip. He fluttered his eyelashes at the touch, only opening for a second before those icy eyes were hidden again. “Are your teeth hollow like straws or do you use them to gouge a hole, then just sip?”

Munro’s lips curled into a smile, a chuckle shaking his body. Suddenly those eyes were open, ice blue filled with dark arousal pinning him as he grinned at Hollen.

With his flushed cheeks and eyes that were now sparkling, he looked like perfectnormalboyfriend material. There was a kindness there that he could take home to Adair and not get a rant about how they weren’t compatible or how Hollen could find someone better who could treat him right.

“Sip?”asked Munro, lifting the corner of his lip to show off the largest of his teeth. The long canine tooth was bigger than anyHollen could remember seeing, appearing even stranger next to the rest of Munro’s teeth that appeared almost normal. “Tea is for sipping. Blood is an indulgence.”

He licked over that fang, a dark red drop springing from his tongue. It was so unlike an animal’s or a predator’s that had the clear purpose of grasping prey and holding on.

Hollen was mesmerized as that drop rolled over Munro’s tongue, so dark that it was nearly black. There seemed to be a thickness to it almost like syrup, promising a sugary sweetness that didn’t make sense.

“What does it taste like?” Hollen leaned in, his eyes nearly crossed as he stared at the drop that was slowly melting against Munro’s tongue. It spread like a web, seeping between his tastebuds until Munro finally closed his mouth and swallowed it down.

It couldn’t just taste like copper with that hint of death that always made his stomach curl when he cut himself on accident. Usually, the sight of blood would have sent him to the floor. The only change now was the pounding of his own blood through his veins, so much of it gathering south.

He closed the distance, curling his tongue around Munro’s and swiping right over the spot that had been tinged with vermillion. There must have been more than one drop because it tasted so strong, the metallic notes slapping over his tastebuds. But there was something else there—something that made the same spots tingle and ache.

He tried to draw back as he scrunched his nose, not sure if he loved or hated it. It could only be one of those things with no option of a gray zone in between. As he swallowed, it sank deeper, the sensation traveling all the way down his throat. His head went fuzzy as he swallowed again, his throat aching at the fierceness of the sensation.I don’t know if I can—

Munro grabbed the back of his neck, holding him tight as he slid his tongue over his own teeth again, teasing along the length of Hollen’s.

Blood filled Hollen’s mouth in an instant, flowing straight down his throat when he failed to turn his head to the side. He couldn’t breathe, copper choking every one of his senses until he was strangled with it.I’m going to drown like this—in a few drops of vampire blood.

Something in him made him swallow, even as every practical part of his mind told him that he could simply turn his head to the side and spit it out on the bed. A few drops turned into more, saturating every part of him.

He swallowed again, fire sinking down his throat and straight into his gut where it radiated out to his limbs. The taste sharpened, then morphed into something else, the bitterness and acidity fading until there was only sweetness. It wasn’t the sweetness of candy, instead much more satisfying, spreading and sating every bit of his body. Even his toes tingled, and he curled them into the sheets, trying to hold on as he nearly lost himself.

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