Page 248 of Flirting with Darkness

A low growl came from his chest, his eyes holding mine when my gaze snapped up to his face.

Thud…

Thud…

Thud…

Gods, I washungry.

I inhaled Davlov’s seductive scent, a growl resonating from my own chest.

“Okaaay,” murmured Vito, releasing my hand. “I’ll get back to work and leave you two alone…” He slapped my shoulder once more. “I’ll be honoured to teach and train with you anytime, Elliot.”

“Thanks,” I managed to murmur. “I will—if I’m not dead.”

His brows drew down, and he glanced at Dav clearly expecting his boss to dispute I was going to die.

Silence.

“Right,” Vito murmured. “I’ll see you soon, kid.” And he left.

More silence, thick and charged with tension.

Dav grabbed a plate of bacon from the microwave and plonked it on the table with some fresh bread rolls and butter. He grabbed a mug and filled it with coffee, before slamming that down, too.

“Eat,” he growled.

Something inside me snapped. “Fuck off. You eat.”

His gaze rose to my face, dark and dangerous. “What?” His quiet question sent goosebumps racing over my skin.

I stretched my neck. There was nothing. No pain at my defiance, only that ever growing tug towards him, mixed with thatthud, thud, thud… It was louder the closer he got to me. I cocked my head and swallowed hard. His heartbeat! I could hear his fucking heart beating, even sense the blood surging under his skin. Need raced through me at the tension in his powerful body. My gums ached and my whole being screamed with hunger.

“You heard me,” I growled, stalking towards him, drawn to the quickening drum of his heart, and the rush of blood in his veins. He watched me, rising to my challenge, just like I knew he would.

Fuck! I wanted him.

Craved him.

Instinctively, I snarled and rubbed my tongue along my canines.

He straightened his spine, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “Eat your fucking breakfast, Elliot.”

That growling, overbearing tone just pissed me off more. My fangs lengthened and I snarled, giving him a full view of them.

His whole body locked up, a dangerous light reflecting in his eyes. Driven by instinct and such lust I could barely think straight, I rushed forward and smacked the flat of my hand on his hard chest. Grabbing his shirt, I slammed him into the marble worktop.

“I am,” I growled. “You.”

His eyes widened a second before I moved, sinking my new teeth into the soft skin of his neck. I had no idea what I was doing, but I didn’t need to; my body knew.

Big hands grabbed me, but not to push me away. I was pulled closer, one hand twisting in my hair and another clawing at my back. Blood hit the inside of my mouth and that was it, I was lost. I’d never tasted anything so delicious. My lips latched on to his hot skin and I sucked—hard. Warmth flooded my mouth at the same time as it flooded my limbs. My cock punched against my zipper, aching, painful, and ready. I slammed my hips forward rubbing desperately against Davlov’s rigid length.

“Oh fuck,El.” His groan only fired me up more. I’d never felt so turned on in my whole life, so hungry for anyone. I released my hold on his shirt, dropped my hand to the button of his combats, flicked it open and fumbled with the zipper. I half expected him to push me away or stop me, but he didn’t. His hard panting breaths and loud moans were like a drug. I sucked harder just as I wrapped a hand around his steel length.

“Elliot…shit…” His words turned into a deep, pleasured rumble as I worked him with my fist. “Fuck it…” he muttered and I felt him fumble with my own button and zipper before he pulled me out. “Move,” he ordered, shoving my hand away. I snarled, but did as he said, unwilling to release his neck from my hold. I doubted I could even if I wanted to. My instincts had taken over. I needed his blood like I needed air to breathe. Strength like nothing I’d felt before seeped deep into my bones. It was my turn to groan when he mashed my cock up against his and grabbed us both in his calloused hand, working us in tandem.

My jaw went lax, pleasure from his touch making my knees weak.

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