Page 74 of Our Little Monster
While still drying my hair with the towel, I sauntered downstairs and quickly made myself a cup of coffee. Thorne wasn’t here. When I walked past his room, the door was open and the room was empty.
A noise clamored from the garage, and I stepped toward it.
I opened the door quietly and overheard Nox cursing as he tinkered with his car, which he only did when one of two things was happening.
One, the car had broken down.
Two, he was stressed about something and trying to distract himself.
I had noticed it after living here for a while. I wondered if it had to do with Bastian. He still hadn’t returned, and today would make six days since he had left me on the porch. Six days without a single update.
Worry bloomed in my gut all over again as I thought about what could be happening to him. Where he could have gone?
I cleared my throat and pushed the thoughts aside. Nox stilled, sliding out from underneath the car effortlessly, and something about it made him even more attractive. How the hell was that even possible?
He took off the greasy gloves he was wearing and ran his hand through his tousled hair, but he seemed stiff, more rigid, even for a Vampire. Nox had always been the more free-spirited one, but it appeared something was weighing on him.
“Are you alright?” I asked, rubbing my hands over my arms to combat the chill of the morning. A light snow had started as I looked over my shoulder out of the garage door.
“I’m perfect now that you’re here,” he said with a grin as he sauntered over to me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
Whatever weight had been on him, he either let it go or masked it really well. I wrapped my arms around him too, and he kissed the top of my head. Everything came so naturally with them.
“Where’s Thorne?” I asked, but he waved the question away.
“Oh, he’s out running some errands.”
“Do those errands involve killing?” I raised my brows.
“Maybe,” he replied with a smirk, and I smacked his chest.
“Why would you let him go alone? Why didn’t he ask me to go?’ I stammered, growing flustered.
“Serina, he’ll be fine. Besides, he wanted to let you sleep in after…” His eyes raked over me as if he was seeing every moment from last night replay in his mind. The fire in his gaze made heat instantly pull in my center from the intensity of his scrutiny.
He didn’t need to finish his sentence. I knew exactly where his mind had gone. He looked to my lips and then back to my eyes before he leaned in and kissed me.
Slow and languid, I melted right into him. He cupped my cheek with one hand as he deepened the kiss and pulled me closer into his chest with the other.
A whimper escaped me, and it was as if the sound had made him feral. He gripped my ass and hauled me against him, never breaking our kiss as he sat me on the hood of his car. The cold metal sent a shock to my system even through the black sweatpants I was wearing.
His hands moved up my shirt, pulling it off over my head before moving to my bra. My nipples were already hard and pebbled from the cold. His hot breath covered one before he sucked, and I lulled my head back from the feel of his mouth on my skin, my pussy already throbbing desperately for him.
“Fuck, Serina, you make me crazy,” he murmured against my skin, though it came out more like a raspy growl.
His fingers curled under the top of my pants, and I leaned back on the car to help him get them off, my body burning with the need of him contrasting with the cold of the car against my skin.
My breath skittered from both sensations as he pulled my pants and panties off in one quick motion before he undid his own pants and shucked them down his thighs, his cock hard and bobbing from the motion.
He moved then, yanking my hips almost completely off the hood, the motion reminding me of getting a fucking pap-smear teetering on the edge in front of the doctor’s face on the bed.
But instead of getting tortured, I was about to seestars.
He kissed my lips, my jaw, down my neck, each breast, taking his sweet time as goosebumps flushed my skin from the cold and anticipation of his touch.
“Nox,” I breathed just as he kissed the spot right above my pussy.
“Just a quick taste,” he murmured against my opening, and his hot breath made my cunt pulse with need.
