Page 91 of How to Entice a Fiend

We’re behind the lab table, so even if someone from the VRC opened the door to the lab, they wouldn’t see us.

He seems to be at a loss for words for a moment before saying, “You should probably get up.”

“Probably?” I ask as I slide my hands up his arms before pinning his wrists to the ground.

“Careful, my arms might get dirty from touching the ground,” he says dryly.

“It’s not the only thing that I could make dirty,” I murmur as I lean down, my eyes hooked on his. He’s watching me so damn closely, and while he probably just wants to eat me some more, I really hope that look is asking for something more from me.

I rock forward as I lean down, cock brushing against his as Ender watches me. His dark hair is splayed out on my shirt that he’s using as a pillow, and I find myself so damn hypnotized by his stare. I want him so fucking badly. I want to taste him… touch him…

I’m supposed to stay focused, stop Grady, fix my fuckups and go on my way. And instead, I’m wanting to play with fire as I pin the very vampire who instills fear in others to the ground. When Vivian made me aware that I was supposed to make contact with Ender, she warned me that he was a monster and that I was to be extremely cautious when dealing with him because a simple fuckup would result in me dead. She didn’t saycould;she specifically saidwould.

I was fed tales of the death he left in his wake, but now that I know the man, it makes me wonder what truly happened. He’s strong, smart, and ruthless, but he can be reasoned with easily. And most of what he says or does is clearly done to drive a wedge between him and whoever else he’s dealing with. He’s obviously afraid of Abel and what Abel might do to those he cares about, and I honestly don’t blame him.

As soon as I saw him interact with Rylee, I questioned everything they said. It doesn’t mean he’s a good person, and it doesn’t mean he’s never done anything wrong, but the more I listen, the more I wonder what really happened.

He’s not telling me to get up, and I’m pretty sure if he wanted me off, he would either bitch at me or push me off without a struggle. Instead, his eyes aren’t leaving mine. And when his lips part, my eyes are drawn down to them.

“Are you just going to sit here all day staring at me?” he asks, voice slightly teasing.

“Well… I was thinking.”

“I thought you were smart. It really shouldn’t take you this long to think.”

“I’m smart about like sciencey stuff. I never claimed to be smart about anything else. Everything else I just wing and smile at and assume that it’ll be alright. So maybe if I give you a smile… eh?”

Ender’s eyes lazily drift down to my smiling lips before flicking back up. I suddenly feel like I’ve been caught in a mating ritual, and I haven’t quite flaunted my stuff enough to gain my possible mate’s attention.

“Is that all I get?” It’s said with such a teasing tone that I find myself loving.

“Oh, that hurts! Ender, please.”

“Please what?”

“Let me kiss you so I can feel better about that jab.”

“You’re just going to sit here and wait for permission?”

“I’m a weak man, my dear Ender. The possibility of me recovering after being shot down twice is quite low.”

“I’m positive you’d survive.”

“So are you claiming you’re going to shoot me down?”

“I can’t even tell you what I plan on doing five seconds from now.”

Apparently, if I want to kiss him, I have to make the first move and either get my heart shattered or get to kiss the very man I’ve been warned to avoid.

I’m a simple man, after all.

Leaning down, I press my lips against his, and when he doesn’t immediately kiss me back, I decide that this man really is making a fool out of me. He wants to see me fail twice then lead me on for a third time, and I’m gullible enough to try for roundthree if he lets me. But as I pull back, he follows me, his lips crashing against mine.

Ender’s hand slides into my hair, guiding me back down to him as his lips part. His rushed movements tell me he’s not overly sure about any of this, but he’s kissing me and that’s all I care about at the moment. My tongue brushes against his as he brings me in for a deeper kiss that makes euphoria explode inside of me. I reach for his face, but before I can, his fingers tighten in my hair. With what seems like a lot of reluctance, he pulls me back, like he can’t trust himself to draw away from the kiss, he has to physically pull me away to keep himself from kissing me again. He sits up, still holding me prisoner, like he thinks if I get anywhere close to him again, he’ll lose control.

“Do you realize you’re like this baby vampire who is getting mixed up with shit you really shouldn’t get mixed up with?”

“Hmm… I’m struggling to care,” I say with a grin.

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