Page 37 of Only Fangs

Mikael licked his lips. “I’ve found a way for us to be together,” he said. “If you really want that.”

“How?” Collin’s pulse raced as he waited for an answer.

Mikael’s fingers skimmed along Collin’s jaw, so gentle, and Collin shivered under his touch, his nerves buzzing. “I’d have to claim you as my mate.”

“Claim me?”

“Bite you while we fuck.”

Collin’s cock jumped in his pants at the mental image those words painted. “I’ve seen you bite people while you fuck on camera. Did you claim all of them?”

Mikael shook his head. “I didn’t even know about the mate bond before this morning,” he said quietly. “And biting you is not enough. You’d have to drink my blood as well.”

Collin stared at him. “I’m not a vampire.”

“I understand if you don’t want to do it. But once you’re my mate, I won’t have trouble controlling myself around you.” Mikael’s eyes bore into his. “I won’t hurt you again. I promise.”

Collin swallowed, his heart thumping in his chest. “Will drinking your blood turn me?”

“No. Becoming a vampire involves dying. I’m not going to take that much blood from you.” Mikael paused and the corner of his lips tugged up. “Unless you ask me to, maybe someday in the future.”

“I don’t know about that,” Collin admitted because he couldn’t picture himself as a vampire. “Right now, all I want is…”

“What?”

“You.” Collin held Mikael’s gaze. “Just you.”

“Then that’s what you’ll have,” Mikael whispered, and Collin heard a hint of possessiveness in the vampire’s voice as Mikael pulled him flush against his body. “And I’ll have you.”

Oh god.

Collin’s legs trembled.

He pressed himself against Mikael and tipped his head back, baring his neck to the vampire, his heart racing with anticipation.

“Collin.” Mikael’s breath ghosted over his throat. “I need to hear you say it. Will you be mine?”

“Yes,” Collin whispered, his voice hoarse. “Make me yours.”

Mikael groaned, and Collin felt the sound reverberate in his own chest, making his cock twitch. His breath caught when he felt Mikael’s fangs against his skin. The vampire held him tight, pinning him to his chest as his sharp teeth scraped against Collin’s throat, teasing him.

“Please,” he whispered.

With a low growl, Mikael lifted him off the ground, and Collin wrapped his legs around his waist, clinging to the vampire as Mikael carried him into the bedroom and threw him on the bed before crawling on top of him and kissing him, hard. Their mouths clashed and there was nothing tender or playful about the kiss this time. This was pure desperation, and Collin’s head swam at the sensation of it. It was as if all the need and longing he’d been feeling since last week had been building up inside ofMikael too, and now the dam was breaking, washing them away with its intensity.

Mikael shoved his tongue into Collin’s mouth, licking and sucking, his fangs pressing dangerously against Collin’s lower lip. Collin moaned, his own tongue meeting the vampire’s in a frantic, hungry kiss. His hands slid up the sides of Mikael’s ribs, and he wanted to rip Mikael’s shirt right off him. He wanted to touch him, feel him, everywhere. He wantedmore.

He slipped his hands underneath the hem of Mikael’s shirt and let them roam the smooth expanse of his bare back. Mikael hummed and pulled away from Collin’s mouth to nip at his throat. Collin’s hips jerked against him, and he gasped as he felt the vampire’s hardness press against his own, his cock straining against the confines of his pants.

He reached between them, groping for the fastenings of his jeans and tugging them open, but Mikael stopped him, grabbing both his wrists and pulling them up above Collin’s head. Collin arched against him, gasping.

Mikael pinned his hands to the bed as he looked down at Collin with heated eyes. “Let me,” he rasped. He moved his mouth to the hollow of Collin’s throat and nipped at the sensitive skin there, and Collin hissed.

“Keep your hands there for me,” Mikael murmured against his skin.

Collin swallowed. His body burned, every inch of his skin seeming to be hyper-aware of Mikael’s proximity.

“Okay,” he breathed, his voice shaky.

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