Page 116 of Sin

She grabbed my arm, holding me in place. “Wait, you didn’t...” Her eyes scanned mine and then dipped lower as she studied my face. “You didn’t feed with me.”

“I know better than to steal food off someone else’s plate, kitten. That meal was for you.”

“But you’re hungry.”

I was starving, actually. Sitting there next to her, taking care of her as she and the others found their climax... It had been my own personal version of hell keeping myself from sampling any of it. It was a bit like standing in front of a buffet but not allowing yourself a single bite.

I shrugged. “I’ll live.”

“Sin,” she chastised.

“I’m fine, Merri.”

“Please let me help you? I know you’ve gone out and fed since I came to you guys, but you can’t do that here. I’m all you have, and I’m offering.” She reached for me and slid her palm up my bare stomach. “I want to give this to you.”

I caught her by the wrist, lifting her hand and bringing it to my mouth so I could press my lips over her pulse. “You don’t owe me anything, Merri. Just because we fed you doesn’t mean you have to return the favor.”

“What part of ‘I want to’ did you miss?”

Fuck me sideways, she was a goddamn dream. “Are you still wet for me, baby?”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

My cock gave a happy twitch at her teasing offer. “You want my fingers between your legs again.”

“And?”

I chuckled as the brat reared her head. “You’re insatiable.”

“So are you.”

My grin was wholly unrepentant. “Damn straight. I can go all night and well into the morning and still come back for more.”

“Promises, promises.”

Who knew flirting could be so much fun? Usually it was a means to an end, but with Merri, it was enough all on its own.

“It’s more than a promise. It’s a guarantee. You and I may never leave this bed if we’re not careful.”

“Mmm, I don’t hate the sound of that. Me and this bed already have a bit of a thing going, but I suppose you could join us.”

“Sharing is caring, huh?”

“Maybe. With the right person.”

I crawled onto the bed, fitting myself between her thighs and hovering over her so our faces were close enough I could kiss her if I wanted. And I wanted. I wanted so fucking bad. I’d stolen a kiss from her earlier, but this was different. A kiss froman incubus was a tool used to gain trust and mesmerize prey. I never used it to my advantage because, for me, this was intimate. It was a privilege. This meant I was vulnerable to her, thatItrustedher. Kisses held power.

Until Merri, I never kissed on the mouth.

I was basically the male version of Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman.

“You know,” I murmured, preparing to shoot my shot. “This is sort of like our first date.”

“Is it? Why, Emmett, you move so quickly, taking me to bed on our first date.”

“Technically it’s you taking me to bed. You shameless hussy.”

She grinned, reaching up and threading her fingers in my hair. “No one is forcing you to stay. You can leave any time you want.”

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