Page 38 of White Raven
CHAPTER 7
MR. NICE GUY
By the time they made it back home after locking Rhaena and Wren in for the night, Sarah hardly felt the effects of anything she’d done in the past several hours. Not much was said between them on the way, but the burning tension in that car ignited a fire between her thighs. She could feel it roll off of him in waves. She remembered that intensity from the night they first slept together on Rhaena’s living room floor up at the cabin at Walden Pond. Something about this felt different, and this time…he seemed almost reluctant to act on it as he strode through the apartment towards her bed. Sarah closed the door softly, locking it behind her, and peeling her jacket off. She stared at his back while he pocketed his hands in the front of his hoodie and read over every line in the poster they’d returned to the wall.
“We’re gonna get him back,” Sarah assured him, sliding her feet out of her boots and kicking them over to the side of the door. Athan said nothing, only sighing as she crossed the distance of the small space and reached her arms around him from behind. “What’s the matter?” He didn’t look at her when she perched her chin over his shoulder, instead hanging his head and speaking in almost a whisper.
“We shouldn’t do what I’ve been talking myself out of doing the entire way home,” he answered. The strain in his voice set every one of her nerves ablaze. He wanted her…badly.
“I’m pretty sure you already know that I can feel every single thing you’re putting off. Why the hell would you try to talk yourself out of it?” It seemed, at least from where she was standing, that was a fuckingfairquestion. That hunger betweenthem was as strong as the one that swallowed her whole when she fed from that human in the subway. Athan turned his head, side-eyeing her.
“Because, Sarah…I said I’d never fuck you like that. I promised I’d never do what Dahlia did to me. To all of us.”
Sarah scoffed. “You know that’s utterly ridiculous, right?” He turned and faced her. “You know that’s not even remotely true. Don’t ever say that shit again. The difference in what she did to you, and what I want you to do to me? Is exactly that. Iwantit.” She stood on her tiptoes and slid a hand around the base of his neck, pulling him in and nipping his bottom lip. “Stop. Being. So. Fucking…nice.” Her whisper lingered on that perfect mouth and those blue eyes shrouded into a shade darker than death itself. She barely saw the moment he ripped a hand free of his pocket and gripped the hair behind her head, hard enough to deliciously hurt. She smiled deviously against his lips. “That’s it…lose it,” she whispered harshly, crushing her mouth against his.
That kiss was vicious. Strangling and hard. His grip tightened in her hair—if that were even possible—and he tore his mouth away, breathing raggedly and forcing her face to his neck. “Bite me.” Not a plea. Not a suggestion. A demand. One she was more than willing to concede to. Her fangs acted on their own, sliding out and tearing through the tender skin at his jugular. The guttural moan that left him as his blood hit her tongue set her pulse racing, and her desire on a warpath to whatever he’d give her. Athan’s blood was the most divine thing she’d ever tasted, and the way the pure essence of him made her body react was unbridled fuckingsin. He jerked her head away, bringing her face to his and thumbing over the smear of blood below her lower lip. Their gazes locked, and every part of her surrendered when he said, “Get on your knees.”
The last time he told her to do that, she couldn’t disobey him if she wanted to. That was the moment he promised her he’d never do it. That was the reason he told her to feed from him. Hesiredher. And she was at his mercy. At the time, the idea seemed far from appealing. Submitting to anyone, especially if she didn’t want to, was out of the question. But right now?Fuck, it was sexy. And she wanted more. Her knees hit the floor, and she could barely catch her breath when he backed up a step and slowly pulled the collar of that jacket over his head and down his carved shoulders, tossing it to the floor and standing half naked a couple feet away. The dim light in the apartment, combined with the little amount coming in from streetlights outside the window, cast around his chiseled body and painted him like something more priceless than whatever was in that gallery below them. He flicked his hair over his brow, flashing those eyes that no longer held a single speck of color.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful,” Sarah admitted breathlessly. The sharp tips of his fangs grazed over his bottom lip, and she trembled with need while he took one step forward and rested his thumbs under his belt.
“Last chance,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “I’m down to my last thread of self-restraint. I’m about to rip you the fuck apart, and I don’t do safe words, Sarah.”
Her mouth curled up in the corner. “You’ve always told me Iwassafe with you, detective. That worked out just fine with our recklessness last time, now didn’t it?” She felt the exact moment that the thread he spoke of completely snapped.
His belt buckle flew open, and in one swift movement, he jerked the leather strap from around his waist, snapping it with a flick of his wrist, and prowling towards her. In a matter of seconds, he’d lowered to a knee, taking her by the hair and forcing her head back while he trailed his fangs lightly down the column of her craned neck and stopping at the collar ofher t-shirt. He ripped through the seam as if he were opening a condom with his teeth, releasing her hair, and tearing her shirt down the middle. That simple act stole her breath, and she watched him do the same with her favorite bra. It didn’t stand a chance. He dragged the remains away from her body and wound his belt around her wrists, strapping them tight behind her back.
She couldn’t control herself. Her gums ached, her fangs at their limit to how far they could extend, desperate to tear into him again. Athan stood, ignoring her whimpers, and slowly popping the button open on his jeans. Slow—agonizingly slow—it was like thatfuckingzipper would never reach the bottom. The waist of his jeans fell past his hip bones, revealing that delicious ridge of muscle on either side that dipped beneath the band of his shorts like a tease. Her chest heaved up and down…so did his as he finally slid the front of his pants down, and pulled out that cock, gripping and stroking himself a mere inch from her face.
“Open your mouth, Sarah…” That sickeningly seductive edge to his voice had her so wet, she wasn’t wholly sure she hadn’t pissed herself. She had barely enough time to do as he asked before he held the back of her head and invited himself in, the head of his cock meeting the back of her throat.
Oh, fuck yes. Athan Kane was averybad boy.
Sarah groaned, closing her eyes and relishing in the salty taste of arousal and the low growl that lingered in his chest when he threw his head back and wound a fistful of her hair around his wrist. She let him guide her head, slowly at first, and she sucked him down, moaning at the feel of him in her mouth.
“Look at me,” he growled, meeting her eyes when she raised them. He gave her no further warning, and roughly thrust himself back down her throat. Again…again. She fought the blur of tears that clouded her vision from her gagging, and growled right back, sucking harder and curling her lips in a smile around his cock. “Take it,” he demanded through his clenched teeth,picking up his pace as he fucked her mouth. There was nothing gentle, orniceabout it. And if this was a taste of what she asked him to show her, then she could hardly wait for the rest. Her fangs dragged back and forth across the skin of his steel cock, and the harder he went, the more pressure she put down on them. She tasted the perfect tang of his blood and felt the throb of him quickly losing himself. His thrusts were twice as hard, and twice as shallow, and the way his bottom lip sucked into his mouth nearly made her come in her own jeans.
Lemme have it.
God, the way he looked when he was riding that edge was fucking flawless. The lowest part of his abdomen slapped her face as she extended her neck and let him as far down as he could go. He forced her head still and shot a sizable load down her throat, cursing as he came and never looking away. A long trail of saliva hung between her bloody mouth and the head of his dick as he slowly pulled it out, long bloody lines from her fangs already threading themselves back together across his skin. Both of them gasped for breath, and Sarah smiled devilishly as she ran her tongue along her lip. She knew makeup had to be running down her face by now, but it only seemed to make him more ravenous.
“Goodfuckinggirl,” he groaned, smearing blood and glistening saliva up and down his cock with a death grip. She found herself bewitched and struggling to breathe. He reached down, taking her beneath her bound arms and raising her to stand on wobbling legs, savagely kissing her before he turned her around. Those hands painfully gripped her hips and tore the button open on her jeans. “What do you want?” he asked, closing his teeth over the piercings on the shell of her ear and sucking harshly.
Good God, there was alistof things she wanted from him right now, starting with that insatiable need for him totouch that pulsing throb between her legs. “Everything,” Sarah gasped as he shoved her jeans down the swell of her ass. One hand moved up, taking her by the throat while his tongue rolled around her stack of earrings…the other traveled beneath the lace of her thong to meet the soaking mess he’d made of her without even touching it. Athan’s foot kicked one of hers to the side, opening her legs wider and his approving groan in her ear as he finally slipped his fingers through her, made her absolutely feral. Her face was on fire. Shit, her entire body was buzzing, and every stroke of his deft fingers was smooth, calculated, and deliberate. He knewexactlyhow to dangle her over the edge, and he was enjoying every second of her torture.
It took all of five seconds after he brought those fingers to his mouth to taste her to have them both completely naked, and the next thing she knew, he’d slammed her with enough force against the wall between the bathroom and the kitchen, to leave spider-webbed cracks. Sarah smiled with a cheek pressed against the wall. He hooked an arm under her knee, raising it high enough that her other foot nearly came off the floor, and she cried out as those sinful fangs sank down into the tattoo between her neck and shoulder. Without so much as a warning, he pulled her head back by her hair and thrust himself inside her. Not a single inch of him remained outside her body. A scream tore from her throat and her arms struggled against the belt around her wrists while his tongue rolled, drawing a long swallow of her blood, and his hips retreated, slamming back into her.
“Fuck!”The word came out more like a wailing moan, dragging out, and breaking on every punishing thrust as he fucked…faster…harder. Absolutely brutal, and unhinged. Her vision flickered with flashes of light, and every pull from his mouth intensified the absoluteperfectionof the assault he was inflicting on everything below her waist. She felt his hand wraparound her throat and squeeze tight enough that it obstructed the air she was already failing to take in. Sarah’s wrists snapped the leather, and she spun around, clearly surprising him and shoving him to the kitchen counter. A piece of the countertop broke away with the impact and he growled through a bloody smile when she grabbed a kitchen knife and held the blade against his throat, snarling in his face.
“You fucking amaze me,” he huffed, grabbing her waist. Her other arm swung behind him, sending everything on the counter flying off and crashing to the floor as she put him on his back and dragged the blade across his chest. There was a sharp inhale, and he gripped her hair with both hands when she ran her tongue over the fresh cut and threw the knife across the room. That taste didn’t last long. He flipped her, towering between her thighs as her head hung off the side of the countertop, his blood dripping dots of crimson across her chest. The siring mark he’d left on her neck tore open when he lowered his head, sending the most painful wave of pure ecstasy through her body as he slammed back in.
There were no boundaries. No shocked expressions. No threat of having her door slam after going too far. Just this…just them and that insanity that drew them together. That delectable amount of crazy that leveled them both. The equalizer that Sarah had told Wren she never thought she’d find in another person. What would it have mattered if someone else had been the reason they ended up on each other’s radar? They were here. They were together. Any elaborate plans John Allan had where her life was concerned wouldn’t diminish what they had in one another. This was hermate. Her anchor to keep her grounded and safe, no matter how dark and blissfully damaged they seemed. Something rare and perfect even without any control.
Especiallywithout the control.
The last time he’d fed from this spot on her body, he’d stolen something so precious. It was that split-second moment that changedeverything. Sarah had never tattooed over it like she had initially planned. Though he never did ask her, a part of Athan wondered if she had decided not to after learning the truth about his past, and what that scar on her neck meant about them now that they’d realized they were mates. He had made another split-second decision now…re-opening that scar and giving it a new meaning. Giving her that ‘everything’ that she had once told him she wanted to givehim. His soul, his heart…his control…his entire existence. Even if that current existence was just a touch mad at the moment, some deep part of him knew she could feel it while he took in that decadent surrender of her rare blood…and that paradise between those tattooed thighs that made everything around them completely insignificant.
That labored scream.
