“I was just reminding you why you can’t argue with me,” he said. “Humans get infections easily, and this isn’t me asking. It’s an order. Show me where you’re sore.”
Her eyes narrowed and her mouth sealed shut. She didn’t move.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, twisted, and yanked off the blanket she’d used to cover her legs. He expected her to hit him or at the very least attempt to roll away. She just stared at him with a scowl.
“Where?”
“Fine,” she breathed.
She rolled onto her back and wiggled up the bed a bit, putting her head more toward the other side. He held still, watching as she gripped the hems of the boxers she wore and pulled them up, parting her legs slightly to expose her inner thighs. He looked down, seeing the red, tender skin.
He couldn’t help but swallow hard. She had sexy thighs, and the bunched material covered her sex but not much else. The lower edges of her ass were bared.
“Happy? I told you they were fine.”
He turned more to face her and gently gripped her knees. He pushed her legs farther apart and leaned in, getting a better look. There were no cuts but the skin seemed a little inflamed. “I can fix this.”
“Pass.”
He lifted his gaze. “I’m not hitting on you.”
“I meant I’m fine. I’ll pass on you forcing me to drink your blood.”
“You won’t have to.”
He released her, slid off the bed and went to his knees, facing her again. He reached out, hooked her behind her knees with both hands and pulled her toward him. She softly gasped but didn’t fight as he settled her legs on each side of him and maneuvered her so her knees were bent up. He spread her thighs and got comfortable.
“What are you doing?” She stared at his chest, lifting her head to glance lower, to his waist.
“Not fucking you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I know the position is intimate but keep your thighs spread.”
“What are you going to do, Veso?”
He released her legs. “Keep the material out of my way. I’m going to bite my tongue and lick the sore spots. They’ll heal fast. Hold still, Glenda.”
“Train wreck,” she muttered but threw her head back, closing her eyes. “Just reminding you of that. This is a really bad idea.”
He agreed but let his fangs extend. It wasn’t hard to do, staring at her thighs and her legs spread in front of him. His dick hardened but he tried to ignore it. He bit down on the tip of his tongue, the pain a welcome distraction. The coopery taste assured him he bled. He put his hands on her legs just above her knees in case she tried to get away from him and bent forward, opening his mouth.
He licked her skin, running his tongue high. Glenda sucked in a sharp breath but held still under him. He liked the way her skin tasted, as well as the softness against his tongue. He pulled back a little, licked over the same area, and moved one hand to use his thumb to clean off his red-tinged saliva. Her skin healed as he watched.
“That tingles.”
“It’s working. Just relax.” He bit his tongue once more and began licking at her other leg, going up high on her thigh to get all the red areas. It put his nose right at the seam of her sex. The material of the boxers wasn’t much of a barrier. His dick hardened even more.
Focus, he ordered himself. It was difficult to do though when all he really wanted was to tug off those boxers and place his mouth on her sex. She’d want him as much as he wanted her if he could just gain access to her clit.
He made sure to lick all the skin that looked sore, pulled back, and used his hand to clean her off again, watching her heal. Perfect, pale skin was his reward. All the irritation and redness faded fast. He looked up at her when she lifted her head, their gazes locking.
“Did it work?”
“Yes.” His voice came out too deep. He cleared his throat. “You won’t be in any pain now.”
“Right.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing. We should probably get some sleep.”
“Yes.” His gaze lowered to her thighs.
“Um, Veso?”
“What?” He let his hand caress her skin. It was so soft.
“What are you doing now?”
“I want you.”
“This can’t work.”
“I don’t care.” He straightened and gripped under her knees, jerking her down the bed so her legs were parted around his hips. Then he bent again, pinning her under him, bracing his arms next to hers. He trapped her head between his hands and went for her mouth.
She gasped when he kissed her, giving him a chance to delve inside. She tasted like minty freshness, what it had said on the toothpaste she’d left out in the bathroom that he’d used too. She clutched at his arms and he expected her to claw at him, to fight, but she just clung—and kissed him back. Then her legs lifted and wrapped around his hips.
He pressed his pelvis forward, rubbing his stiff shaft along the seam of her pussy.
Her moans urged him on, not that he needed it. She ground her sex against his and he growled, jerking his face away so he could stare into her eyes. “Say yes.”
“I…”
“I don’t know how much longer we have together. This might be our last night left.”
She licked her lips and nodded.
“Take off your clothes.” He lifted up and backed away when she released him. He shoved down his shorts and watched her struggle out of the shirt. Her breasts were perfect to him. Not too big or small. Her nipples were beaded and taut. He wanted to play with them, but instead hooked his fingers in the waist of her boxers, tugging them down. She helped by lifting her hips. He threw them across the room. They sailed off the edge of the loft and disappeared below.
He lunged, pinning her to the bed and taking possession of her mouth.
Chapter Twelve
Glen couldn’t think. Veso’s body pressed her against the mattress, his skin hot and firm. She ran her hands up his arms and wrapped them around his neck, clutching at his back. He had fangs. Her tongue scraped against them but she didn’t care. Her body felt on fire and she ached everywhere. Nothing mattered but him. Not the fact that he wasn’t human or that he’d probably break her heart later.
He reached between them, his thumb rubbing against her clit. She twisted her head away from his mouth to moan louder. He stopped, ran his thumb lower, and she could feel how wet she’d become. He lifted up and moved his hand away. She hiked her legs higher around his waist, urging him closer. His hips surged forward and she wiggled frantically when his cock pressed against the opening of her pussy. He felt big and she wanted him inside her.
Her eyes narrowed and her mouth sealed shut. She didn’t move.
He sat down on the edge of the bed, twisted, and yanked off the blanket she’d used to cover her legs. He expected her to hit him or at the very least attempt to roll away. She just stared at him with a scowl.
“Where?”
“Fine,” she breathed.
She rolled onto her back and wiggled up the bed a bit, putting her head more toward the other side. He held still, watching as she gripped the hems of the boxers she wore and pulled them up, parting her legs slightly to expose her inner thighs. He looked down, seeing the red, tender skin.
He couldn’t help but swallow hard. She had sexy thighs, and the bunched material covered her sex but not much else. The lower edges of her ass were bared.
“Happy? I told you they were fine.”
He turned more to face her and gently gripped her knees. He pushed her legs farther apart and leaned in, getting a better look. There were no cuts but the skin seemed a little inflamed. “I can fix this.”
“Pass.”
He lifted his gaze. “I’m not hitting on you.”
“I meant I’m fine. I’ll pass on you forcing me to drink your blood.”
“You won’t have to.”
He released her, slid off the bed and went to his knees, facing her again. He reached out, hooked her behind her knees with both hands and pulled her toward him. She softly gasped but didn’t fight as he settled her legs on each side of him and maneuvered her so her knees were bent up. He spread her thighs and got comfortable.
“What are you doing?” She stared at his chest, lifting her head to glance lower, to his waist.
“Not fucking you, if that’s what you’re worried about. I know the position is intimate but keep your thighs spread.”
“What are you going to do, Veso?”
He released her legs. “Keep the material out of my way. I’m going to bite my tongue and lick the sore spots. They’ll heal fast. Hold still, Glenda.”
“Train wreck,” she muttered but threw her head back, closing her eyes. “Just reminding you of that. This is a really bad idea.”
He agreed but let his fangs extend. It wasn’t hard to do, staring at her thighs and her legs spread in front of him. His dick hardened but he tried to ignore it. He bit down on the tip of his tongue, the pain a welcome distraction. The coopery taste assured him he bled. He put his hands on her legs just above her knees in case she tried to get away from him and bent forward, opening his mouth.
He licked her skin, running his tongue high. Glenda sucked in a sharp breath but held still under him. He liked the way her skin tasted, as well as the softness against his tongue. He pulled back a little, licked over the same area, and moved one hand to use his thumb to clean off his red-tinged saliva. Her skin healed as he watched.
“That tingles.”
“It’s working. Just relax.” He bit his tongue once more and began licking at her other leg, going up high on her thigh to get all the red areas. It put his nose right at the seam of her sex. The material of the boxers wasn’t much of a barrier. His dick hardened even more.
Focus, he ordered himself. It was difficult to do though when all he really wanted was to tug off those boxers and place his mouth on her sex. She’d want him as much as he wanted her if he could just gain access to her clit.
He made sure to lick all the skin that looked sore, pulled back, and used his hand to clean her off again, watching her heal. Perfect, pale skin was his reward. All the irritation and redness faded fast. He looked up at her when she lifted her head, their gazes locking.
“Did it work?”
“Yes.” His voice came out too deep. He cleared his throat. “You won’t be in any pain now.”
“Right.”
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing. We should probably get some sleep.”
“Yes.” His gaze lowered to her thighs.
“Um, Veso?”
“What?” He let his hand caress her skin. It was so soft.
“What are you doing now?”
“I want you.”
“This can’t work.”
“I don’t care.” He straightened and gripped under her knees, jerking her down the bed so her legs were parted around his hips. Then he bent again, pinning her under him, bracing his arms next to hers. He trapped her head between his hands and went for her mouth.
She gasped when he kissed her, giving him a chance to delve inside. She tasted like minty freshness, what it had said on the toothpaste she’d left out in the bathroom that he’d used too. She clutched at his arms and he expected her to claw at him, to fight, but she just clung—and kissed him back. Then her legs lifted and wrapped around his hips.
He pressed his pelvis forward, rubbing his stiff shaft along the seam of her pussy.
Her moans urged him on, not that he needed it. She ground her sex against his and he growled, jerking his face away so he could stare into her eyes. “Say yes.”
“I…”
“I don’t know how much longer we have together. This might be our last night left.”
She licked her lips and nodded.
“Take off your clothes.” He lifted up and backed away when she released him. He shoved down his shorts and watched her struggle out of the shirt. Her breasts were perfect to him. Not too big or small. Her nipples were beaded and taut. He wanted to play with them, but instead hooked his fingers in the waist of her boxers, tugging them down. She helped by lifting her hips. He threw them across the room. They sailed off the edge of the loft and disappeared below.
He lunged, pinning her to the bed and taking possession of her mouth.
Chapter Twelve
Glen couldn’t think. Veso’s body pressed her against the mattress, his skin hot and firm. She ran her hands up his arms and wrapped them around his neck, clutching at his back. He had fangs. Her tongue scraped against them but she didn’t care. Her body felt on fire and she ached everywhere. Nothing mattered but him. Not the fact that he wasn’t human or that he’d probably break her heart later.
He reached between them, his thumb rubbing against her clit. She twisted her head away from his mouth to moan louder. He stopped, ran his thumb lower, and she could feel how wet she’d become. He lifted up and moved his hand away. She hiked her legs higher around his waist, urging him closer. His hips surged forward and she wiggled frantically when his cock pressed against the opening of her pussy. He felt big and she wanted him inside her.
