Page 64 of Property of Necro
“Drank your blood,” I fill in for her. There’s no reason to pretend itdidn’t happen.
She swallows so hard that I hear it, then chews her bottom lip. “Do you… do you drink a lot of blood?”
“No. Just yours,” I confirm. Why the hell would I want anyone else’s blood in my mouth? That’s fuckin’ gross. Sure, I’ve accidentally gotten blood in my mouth a few times. It comes with the territory. You don’t dismember bodies and carve out organs and not expect to get a little dirty. Those pesky veins can cause quite a mess.
“I find that hard to believe. You seem to like it. Like. A lot,” Sola replies, gently rubbing the fresh spot, smearing blood around like she’s trying to take the sting away.
“I do,” I agree. There’s no use in denying it. “But I don’t go around drinkin’ my brother’s blood. That’d be gross. And there’s no way in hell I’m drinkin’ some whore’s dirty blood.”
“You call me a whore,” she points out, arching a brow. Which is true. I do.
“Yeah. ‘Cause I’m an asshole. I know you’re not a whore.”
“But I’ve slept with a lot of men.”
“I’ve also slept with a lot of women,” I admit, not the least bit ashamed. I might be a sick fuck but I’m no hypocrite.
“So, we’re both whores then.” She smirks.
I shrug. “If that works for you. Then sure.” As long as we’re the last men Sola spreads her legs for, whoever came before us ain’t none of my business.
On a groan, Sola sits up and swings her legs off the edge of the workbench like a kid. “You’re still actin’ weird.” She tucks her hair behind her ears and grins.
Damn, she’s cute.
“You blew my brains outta my cock this morning. Then… again.” I nod toward my spent dick. He’s asleep, asleep. The fucker won’t wake up ‘til morning.
“I didn’t touch you,” she points out.
“No. But you don’t have to for me to be turned on by you.”
Looking away as if she’s suddenly uncomfortable, Sola rolls her eyes. “Okay. Bitch.”
“Oh. It’s bitch now. Huh?” I chuckle fondly.
“Yep. You’re weirding me out, and I’m… still bleeding. From another knife wound.” She lifts her fingers, now coated in blood, and I, being the magnanimous man I am, capture her hand and bring those fingers to my lips.
“It’s not another wound,” I mutter, looking into those glorious green eyes. When she realizes what I’m about to do, I blow a hot puff of air over the tips, and I wait for her to pull away. She doesn’t. Thank fuck. A wicked grin tugs at the corner of my lips as I suck Sola’s coated fingers into my mouth to clean them off. Her nostrils flare, and she shivers as I do a thorough job, swirling my tongue around them, before ever so slowly extracting those digits with a satisfied groan. “I just reopened the one from before,” I add and set her hand back into her lap with a wink.
An adorable flush covers Sola’s cheeks as she swallows and rubs her palms up and down her thighs. “The initialyoucarved into me.”
“How else is anybody supposed to know who you belong to?” I reason. “We’re not the Sacred Sinners or like our other chapters. We don’t do property cuts. Fuck. We barely wear ours.” Sure, we have ‘em, but they spend more time in our closets than on our backs.
“None of you, except Mama, even wear a shirt.” She snickers.
“Exactly. If I could walk around with my dick out all day, I would. Clothes suck.”
“You wanna live in a nudist colony,” she jests and wraps her legs around my hips to cradle me against her cunt. A rivulet of crimson drips down her cut and along the edge of her smooth pussy. I press in further, hoping to soak up whatever’s left with my jeans. I know there’s a first aid kit around here somewhere, but to find it, I gotta give Sola space, and I damn sure don’t wanna do that.
Returning to her comment, I brush my fingertips across her cheek. It’s soft to the touch. “If the nudist colony existed of you, me, Necro, and Rot, count me in.”
Tipping her head back to look me in the eyes, Sola runs her warm palms up my abs to my pecs, where she brushes her fingers across my flat nipples. “How are you the club piercer without any piercings?” she asks, clearly wanting to change the subject.
“I’m a sadist,” I explain, wrapping both hands around her slender throat, which she doesn’t seem to mind. Her heartbeat thumps against my palms as I hold her, but don’t apply pressure. She looks so damn beautiful, truly looking at me. Not away. Not over my shoulder. At me. Far calmer than any female I’ve encountered before. This is another fuckin’ first for me.
“Right. So you like to give pain,” she states.
“Love. Iloveto give pain.” All day, every day, if I could.
