Page 68 of B Positive

Julian held my gaze for a long moment before shaking his head. “It’s not quite that simple, but I’m happy to pleasure you any way you desire until the time is right.”

I pushed his hand off me pushing him away a few feet as well. “I don’t want to be pleasured, Julian. I want to get railed. There’s a difference.” What didn’t this guy get?

Julian chuckled low in his throat. “Believe me, Eden, every bit of my being wants to give in to your desire, and I will, in time. But right now, it’s important that we do things by the book.”

He stepped closer and knelt before me as he slid my underwear down my legs.

Lightning-fast, he hooked both my legs over his shoulders, supporting my weight there as his hand kept my hips pinned to the wall. “We will have plenty of time to fuck each other, Eden, but right now, we must take things slowly,” Julian said, looking up from between my legs.

I imagined I could hear any news from his lips in that position.

He quirked an eyebrow at me, asking permission yet again, and I nodded.

Julian smirked at me before diving in.

I clawed at the wall behind me as Julian’s tongue met my lady cave. He flattened his tongue and licked from opening to clit like I was an ice cream cone.

In moments my thighs shook with the need for release, abs and lady muscles squeezing tight in preparation.

Julian sucked me into him.

And I lost my fucking mind.

He didn’t just suck at my clit or pull it into his mouth and flick it around a little.

Uh-uh.

He sucked my whole pussy in there, big lips, little lips, everyone got a ride in Julian’s mouth.

He slid his tongue between everything and licked and swirled and curled around until I screamed his name.

The orgasm didn’t wash over me.

It didn’t crash into me.

It fucking obliterated me.

And when it was over and all my un-put-backable dominance flowed into me once more, Julian placed my legs back on the ground. I laid in a heap staring at the wall, and I couldn’t help but laugh at all the gouge marks I left in the pretty red color.

Twenty-Five

Six days until the incursion

I staredup at the ceiling in my white room.

I should have made him let me drink from him.

Or demanded that he explain why or how things were more complicated than simply doing the bonding steps in the right order.

Scent.

Blood exchange.

Mark.

Blood with sexy times.

I’d pretty much gotten over all the dumb stuff in my head and now that I knew my insane attraction to Julian wasn’t anything nefarious, I really wanted to get to the blood and sex bit.

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