Shuddering, I cling to him.His cock, still in his pants, is hard against my side.I start to reach for him before remembering…we were having a conversation.He had a terrible meeting with that Gaius asshole, and I got that email from Clarissa.
He tugs at my shorts.
“Wait a second,” I say.
“Mmm?”He hums into my neck but doesn’t release his hold.His tongue, hot and wet, slides over my skin.
It’s impossible to think.But there was something on my mind.I shove at his chest.“Let me go.”
With a low growl of frustration, he releases me.I step back immediately, putting a few feet between us.
“We were having a conversation.Or trying to,” I say.“But you kept distracting me.”
“You were unhappy.”He holds his hands out as if searching for the problem.“I was fixing it.”
“Sex and blood and domination don’t solve everything.”I put my hands on my hips and face him, my legs still rubbery from my orgasm.Blood trickles down my neck, but I ignore it.
Will doesn’t ignore it.He can’t; it isn’t in his nature.His gaze tracks the drop as it streams down to my naked chest.
“Maybe they don’t solve everything,” he says, stalking forward until he’s toe to toe with me.
He reaches out and with the pad of his index finger, he traces and smears the blood, bringing it all the way down to my hardened nipple.I hold in my moan, but just barely.
He continues, “But they make our problems more bearable, don’t you think, love?”
Damn him.He’s right.Me fretting about Clarissa or worrying about Gaius, or Xander…my thoughts running in circles about these problems isn’t solving them.
“We still need to talk, though,” I say.
He bends slightly and takes my nipple into his mouth, lapping at the blood and sucking gently.Then he straightens and looks down at me.“All right, love, let’s talk.”
Now that I know he isn’t putting me off forever, I’d like to finish what we started.I grab the waistband of his pants and drop to my knees in front of him.I lean back on my heels and smile up at him.“Promise we’ll talk after?It would be too hard for me to talk with your cock in my mouth, Daddy.”
With a grin that shows his fangs, he rests his hand against the side of my face and says, “I promise.Whatever my little love desires.”
Over the next couple of hours, he makes good on that promise.
9
Will
“Everything seems less bleak now,” Autumn says, falling back on the mattress with a soft smile on her face.I put that smile on her face.It’s hard not to feel proud.We fucked for hours.
I can still taste her sweet cunt, hear her moans of protest.She had to beg me to stop in the end.Too many orgasms.
I feel like a king.
Her smile fades slightly and she adds, “But there’s still a fuck-ton of problems.Gaius.Clarissa.Xander.”
“I don’t want you to worry about Xander,” I say.“I can handle him.”
“And Gaius?”
I hesitate.“I can handle him, too.”
Tugging the sheet up to cover her chest, she sits up and says, “Please be careful.”
“I will.”It’s true—I will be careful.Gaius is ruthless.He isn’t someone to be trifled with.And now he knows about Autumn.Not who she is, but that she exists.His curiosity is piqued.Nothing I can do about it now, though.So I say, “Tell me about Clarissa.”