Page 84 of Just One Bite
“It wasn’t like that before?”
I shake my head, moving closer till our lips brush. I thought drinking fresh blood would make me feel … detached, but it doesn’t. With her blood pumping in my veins, I’m stronger than ever.
“You want to bite me here?”
I fall to my knees while holding her gaze. Her breath hitches and her eyes widen.
“Maybe.”
I move my hand over the netting on her legs, and her breaths are already faster.
“Parker, the door.”
I reach up her dress and grab the edge of her tights to draw them down around her ankles, and my lips meet the skin of her leg.
“You’re letting me undress you so easily.”
“W-what are you doing?”
“Drinking.” I kiss her upper thigh before sinking my teeth into the warmth of her skin. Her fingers twist in my hair, and I groan as the blood rushes to my tongue.
I can’t drink for long, but it doesn’t matter. A little of her is enough. Even if her whimpers make me feel like stripping her right here.
Footsteps sound outside the door.
Lifting her, I bring her into the stall behind us. Thankfully, the stall door goes all the way to the floor. The heavy bathroom door smacks against the wall and echoes into the ceiling. A group of girls funnel in with laughter.
The stall is big enough to press her to the wall to the left of the toilet. The smell of her arousal is making me insane.
“If you’re quiet, I won’t stop,” I say next to her ear. “Would you like that?”
Her fingers tug at my shirt, and she nods. I hold a finger to my lips and kneel to the floor. She stifles a gasp when I disappear underneath the hem of her skirt. My tongue finds the vein in her leg, then I sink my teeth in. This is so fucking hot. Her tights are still around her ankles. She’s turned on, and I love the taste of her skin when I lick her thigh to close her wound.
A soft breathless sound leaves her lips, and I bite lightly at her inner thigh. A silent reminder to be quiet. The girls in the restroom are conversing while they wash their hands. I’m too consumed with the taste of her on my lips to pay attention.
Olivia fists my hair and moves me closer while my fingers find the wetness between her thighs. Her hips buck as I kiss her leg. Higher and higher. She’s so desperate for my touch. I could do so many things she’d like. I tug at her underwear, waiting to see if she protests, but she’s gripping me tighter, moving my head between her thighs.
Of course I’ll do what I’m told. I press my tongue to her center in one long lick to taste her. Wet, sweet, and perfect.
I’ve been a starved man. One taste, then I’m pressing her into the wall. Licking. Sucking. Her legs shake as I dip my tongue inside her.
I have every intention of making her come, but she’s not doing a great job at being quiet. Her breaths are getting louder and louder, and her fingernails are digging into my shoulder. I slow down, pressing my tongue to her clit and savoring the wetness pooling.
When the door closes, I stand to press my hips to hers. There’s something in her eyes. Wild desire and pleading.Oh, baby.
I nuzzle my chin against her hair, taking in the smell of how much she needs me. My fingers meet the wetness between her thighs, and I stifle a groan. It’s just our ragged breaths and the heat of her pressed beneath me. Thankfully, any smells of blood and sex are concealed till we open the stall.
“Is this what you want?” I swipe my fingers through her wetness again.
She nods and buries her head into my chest. My lips caress her forehead. I wish I could capture this and bottle it up. The way she’s panting. She wants me inside her.
The door opens again, and her head falls back, and her eyes widen in desperation.
With one hand, I cover her mouth, and with the other, I push a finger inside her.
Her whimpers are muffled by my hand as I pump inside her, and her fingers wrap around my forearm.
More? I mouth, and she shakes her head up and down swiftly.
