Page 26 of Only Fangs

The way Mikael was looking at him, though…

Collin didn’t want to run from him. “What if it was just one kiss?” he asked. “Do you think you could control yourself for one kiss? I’ve still got some of the scent blocker left. If I spray myself again–”

He was cut off by the press of lips against his, firm and hot. Mikael’s hand tangled in his hair, tugging, and Collin gasped, allowing Mikael to lick into his mouth, to taste him, to possess him.

He gripped Mikael’s shirt, hanging on to the other man for dear life.

God, he’d never felt this desperate to be kissed in his entire life.

He melted against Mikael’s body, reveling in the feel of Mikael’s warm hand cradling his head and the scent of his skin as he drew back for air, only to press forward again.

It was like they couldn’t stop, couldn’t hold back now that they’d finally crossed this line. Collin couldn’t keep himself from moaning, his cock growing hard in an instant. His entire body burned with arousal, and he wanted to push himself up against Mikael, rub against the other man, feel him…

Fangs nipped lightly at Collin’s lower lip, and his body went rigid.

He pulled back abruptly and stared into Mikael’s eyes, breathing hard as he took in Mikael’s expression.

His eyes were burning, the pupils dilated so far that the iris was barely visible, and his mouth was open, showing the tips of his fangs.

He looked hungry, dangerous, like the predator he was.

Collin’s heart skipped several beats.

“Sorry,” Mikael whispered. “I didn’t mean to…”

“I know.” Collin’s voice wavered, but he couldn’t take his eyes of Mikael, mesmerized by the raw hunger and need in the man’s expression. “I know.”

He took a deep breath and stepped away, putting some distance between himself and the vampire. “I think you should stay on the couch.”

Mikael closed his eyes, and for a moment he looked like he was in pain, but he didn’t argue.

When he opened his eyes again, his expression had softened, and he looked at Collin almost ruefully. “I’ll be gone as soon as the sun sets. I promise.”

Chapter Eight

Mikael tried to go to sleep, he really did, but it was impossible.

There was nothing but a door separating him from Collin, and even if Collin had locked the door–which he hadn’t–it was only a thin sheet of wood. No match for a vampire, really. Collin might as well have been in the room with him.

It certainlysmelledlike he was. This was where Collin lived, after all, and his scent clung to every piece of furniture in the room. It was particularly strong near the couch, the exact spot where Mikael was currently lying, and it drove him fucking nuts.

How was a vampire supposed to stay sane under these circumstances?

He should have braved the sun. That would have been the safer option.

He couldn’t get the taste of Collin’s mouth out of his mind, the sensation of having Collin’s soft lips against his, Collin’s tongue in his mouth, his arms wrapped around Mikael’s body, his scent surrounding him…

Fuck.

Usually, when he was obsessed with people, he only wanted their blood–but with Collin… He wanted so much more. Hewanted the man’s smiles, his laughter, his kisses and his hands and his warm body. He wanted to be the reason Collin blushed, and the reason he forgot how to use words.

He was so fucked.

If Collin wereanythingbut mortal, all of this would be easier. Mikael would just walk through the door separating them right now and crawl into bed with Collin.

But he wasn’t an idiot. He knew exactly how dangerous this was.

He sighed and stared up at the ceiling, wishing that his dick was less insistent on being given attention.

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