Page 38 of Heathens

I dip my head and listen to the sound of her breath rushing in and out of her chest like a raging river. Emboldened by the knowledge that I’m the reason heat is practically radiating from her body. She gasps as I run my tongue along the side of her throat.

“Sorry miss, but I’ve come to pay a debt.”

DOMINIC

Nox Nightclub

“Youleftmehighand dry last time,” she breathes. “Had to go home and take care of myself.”

“Did you now?” I whisper.

My fingertips dance up her bare thigh, tugging gently at the hem of her skirt as I hum. Somehow I’m already addicted, and I haven’t even tasted her yet.

“My removable shower head wasveryunderstanding.”

“Oh,” I chuckle. “I see I’ve been replaced already.”

“Maybe,” she teases. “We’ll see how you manage tonight.”

My fangs glide along her skin, an offer to cut into her like a hot knife through butter. It would be so easy to lift her up, pin her against the wall, and fuck her senseless while I drained her dry.

She places a hand on my chest, her fingertips fiddling with the buttons on my shirt.

“It’s not a feeding night.” She pops a few of them open and plays with the gold chain dangling from my neck. “You’ve gotta pay a lot more for that privilege.”

“Do I?”

She pulls back, those crimson lips smirking at me, daring me to take what I need.

“Everyone has to choose sometime. You wanna eat me, or fuck me?”

I can practically hear the electricity crackling between us.

“Maybe someday I’ll have to choose, but for now I think I’ll take both.”

She tilts her head, giving me no sign she’s surprised.

I move in, capturing her lips in a fiery kiss as my claws extend, dragging carefully along her thigh. She lets out a soft groan that spills like honey from the base of her throat as my tongue plays against hers. I taste mint, nicotine, and whiskey. I can smell her soap, her shampoo, even the specific latex that was used to make her dress. It all mingles together to drive me fucking crazy.

She makes me feel like I’m spiraling. Every time I touch her, it’s like I’m transported to a different time, a different place. There’s something about her that feels familiar. Alive.

My hand slips between her thighs as she lifts her leg and hooks it around my waist. She’s already soaked. The whimper that drips from her lips is so addicting, I wish I could bottle it.I want her broken, screaming for me. I want to know what she tastes like in every conceivable way.

Fuck, I’m losing my mind over this girl.

I grasp her tightly by the waist and turn her around, slamming her up against the wall. I pull her skirt up, and she yelps as I suck on the pulsing vein in the side of her neck.

“No biting,” she growls, but it sounds more like a taunt, pulling me dangerously close to something I can’t have. I have trouble taking no for an answer.

I have to be a very good boy today, at least if I’m planning to leave alive.

“Then tell me what you want, and you’ll get it,” I purr.

“I need you to fuck me,” she groans.

The begging unlocks something primal and vicious in me.

“Say my name.”

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