Page 64 of Just One Bite
Parker
Shit. This is real. I honestly thought giving her an orgasm would fix this link between us, but it’s worse. I just spent the last hour in class trying to fight the urge to sniff a lock of her hair.
I’ve never been this possessive with a girl before. I’m going to have to mark her. I haven’t told her that yet, but it’s a bit of an intense question to ask a girl you’ve known for a week and a half.“Yes, it’s completely necessary that you have my mark on your neck because it’s a visual reminder to everyone that you belong to me. You’ll have my scent on you twenty-four seven, and it will scratch this possessive itch in my brain. Did I mention you won’t be able to cover it up?”
She’ll love that, I’m sure.
I’d beamed as I kissed the top of Olivia’s hair when I led her through Noxx House and we passed Aster and Cane and their buddies.
She smells so deliciously like me now, so it’s hard to focus on anything else.
I also want to bite her again. Blood wise. Which is strange because I’ve never had the urge to bite anyone. I guess when you do nothing but drink cold blood bags, you don’t know what you’re missing. Now I know I was missing her heartbeat, her warm delicious blood in my throat, and bringing her to the edge of orgasm, and I kinda want to do it again. Like right now.
I briefly broke away from Olivia to catch the last few minutes of practice, and I make it just in time to watch them doing their final runs on the ice.
“Our captain has returned from death’s door!” Zant shouts.
“Just in time for sudden death.” Chase is in his goalie gear, motioning to the ice. His blonde hair is dripping with sweat from underneath his helmet.
He’s always been a little shit.
“Let’s not kill him today,” Ryker says. “Maybe tomorrow, though? Double sudden death.”
“Love that you’re all harboring murderous feelings for me,” I say, stopping at the edge of the ice to observe them.
The other guys spout a string of loving insults my way as they finish out practice, including the triplets, who throw darts at my picture they have pinned up in one of their dorms. Zant showed me the picture and almost choked at dinner laughing at it.
Sudden death tomorrow will be hell, but no way I’m missing going with Olivia to hear her audition results. She told me she was nervous, so I offered, expecting her to say no, but she immediately told me to meet her outside the studio at a certain time.
Zant drags me into the corner of the locker room once they’re done. They’ve done a shit job of keeping it tidy on my one day off. Punishment can wait till tomorrow.
I swipe someone’s sweaty T-shirt onto the floor so I can sit.
“Wait, so tell me again. The whole set up from start to finish.” Zant shakes the water out of his hair and towels it dry.
“She comes in to check on me. I tell her I’m sick as shit and I’m bedridden for the day and then she offers her blood … so I drink it and … yeah.”
“Uh-huh. That’s it?”
I nod, and he sniffs the air. “Sure, that’s why your hair smells like women’s hairspray. I dated a dancer once. I know the smell.”
“You can’t call your one-night stands dating.”
He once slept with Octavia when they got too drunk after a council meeting. She let him down easy after, and he pretends he doesn’t care. He talks about her a lot, though.
“Beside the point. What did her blood taste like? I’m curious.”
“Like … I don’t even know how to describe it to you. Does it always feel like you don’t want to stop and just keep drinking forever?”
“Sometimes. Depends on a lot of things. Having the hots foryour source definitely adds to the experience.”
I’ve had the hots for girls before, and this isn’t comparable.
“So is she your source now?” That whole sentence is foreign.
“Yeah … I think so.”
“At least you won’t miss practice anymore.”
