Page 8 of Only Fangs

He hit send and immediately regretted it because Mikael was never gonna let that challenge go unanswered.

And sure enough, the vampire wrote back.

Mikael: There’s going to be a party at the Rubyville Nightclub next month, on the 18th. A masquerade. Come and meet me there, let me prove to you that you’re wrong.

A shiver went down Collin’s spine.

Fuck.

Mikael wanted him to go to a vampire club? Where everyone would smell that he was mortal? That wasn’t gonna happen.

Collin: No way. Not happening.

Mikael: Scared?

Collin scoffed as he typed. “I’d be a snack for every single vampire in attendance.”

Mikael: Now who’s giving himself too much credit?

Collin blew out a breath, remembering that Mikael couldn’t know that every vampire in the club would be drawn to Collin’s scent. Mikael had no idea what Collin was, and Collin wanted to keep it that way. As he stared at his phone, another message popped up on the screen.

Mikael: You really think I’d let another vampire snack on you?

Collin hesitated for a moment, but he couldn’t help but respond to Mikael’s question. “What would you do if another vampire came for me?”

Mikael: I’d rip his throat out.

Collin stared at his phone.

Fuck.

Mikael’s words were strangely arousing. Collin’s hand wandered downward, cupping his groin, rubbing at his hard cock as he typed out his response with his thumb. “You’d kill for a chance to bite me?”

Mikael: Yes, I would.

Collin shuddered.

This was crazy.

Mikael: Then I’d take you to my room. Lay you out on the bed. Taste every part of you.

Collin groaned quietly as Mikael’s words got his dick interested. He palmed his erection, rubbing himself through his jeans, picturing it. Imagining Mikael doing what he’d just promised.

Fuck, he shouldn’t be doing this.

He shouldn’t be encouraging Mikael, especially not in this way, because they could never do what Mikael suggested.

But he loved the fantasy. Loved imagining Mikael’s hands on his naked body, touching him. Mikael kissing down his chest, licking along his stomach, sucking at Collin's skin, biting… Collin’s cock jumped. Shit. This was bad. He had to stop this conversation before it got out of control.

Mikael was still typing, though, and Collin wanted to see what he would write.

Mikael: First the neck. Right above the collarbone…

Mikael: Then I’d bite down on the soft skin of your belly, taste the blood that wells up from the puncture wounds. It’d be sweet and warm and perfect. And then I’d move lower, spread your legs, lick along your inner thigh.

Collin swallowed and squeezed his cock through the denim. Fuck, he needed to get himself together. He was not going to jerk off over a text message.

“And if I tell you to stop?” he typed.

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