Page 105 of Bite Marks & Broken Hearts

“I’d like to think she’s going to surprise you, when you get to talk to her.” He gentled his voice. “Just… wait until we’ve dealt with the immediate threat to your life.” In three long strides, Seb was in front of me again, his fingers brushing my cheek, feather-light. “And then… if you wanted… Know that you wouldn’t have to do it alone.”

The tenderness in that touch undid me completely. I leaned into his hand, letting out a shaky breath.

“Flynn.” Just my name, but filled with such meaning. “You deserve far better than what life has dealt you so far. And I will do everything in my power to ensure you survive to have that conversation with your sister.”

My throat tightened. I couldn’t think about Katie anymore, not tonight. “How’s the investigation?” I asked.

Seb’s shoulders dropped as he let out a long sigh. “We’ve been searching Brixton all day. Not a single trace of the vampires.” His fingers traced patterns absently on my back. “Kit and Rory are continuing the search through the night, but they forced me back here. They said I’d been at it too long. Apparently, it was affecting my mood.”

I pulled back just enough to look up at him. The shadows under his eyes seemed darker than usual.

“How long?”

“Fourteen hours, give or take.” His mouth twisted.

My hands slid up his chest, coming to rest around his neck. The silk of his tie brushed against my fingers as I played with the short tufts of hair at his nape. “Well, I’m more than happy to help you relax.”

Seb hummed as he ran his thumb over the collar of my flannel shirt. “These pyjamas again. You’re like a walking picnic blanket.”

“Lucky for you…” I tilted my head with a nervous smile. “I’ve been told I make a pretty tasty snack.”

Previously, high on adrenaline and blood loss, I’d been bold enough to throw myself at him. Today, with a clearer head, I searched his eyes for permission before moving closer. His gaze dropped to my mouth, pupils dilating slightly.

The tension in the air thickened, crackling around us.

Yesterday, our kiss had been phenomenal. Electric. Beyond words.

Everything I’d ever dreamed kissing someone could be.

Let’s see if it was a fluke.

I leaned in, brushing my lips against his. The first touch was gentle, tentative, until Seb’s hand slid up my back to cradle my neck, drawingme closer. His mouth moved against mine, soft yet certain, and I melted into him with a quiet sigh.

The kiss deepened naturally, his tongue sliding against the seam of my lips. I opened to him eagerly, and that spark from yesterday blazed to life once more. His other hand gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him as our tongues met, sliding together as if coming home to one another.

Definitely not a fluke.

My fingers tangled in his hair as the kiss grew more heated. Seb made a low sound in his throat—something between a growl and a groan—that resonated through my entire body. His cool lips warmed from our contact, the sensation intoxicating.

My breath hitched when he suddenly took control, backing me against the nearest wall. His movements were fluid, graceful, yet tinged with a hint of desperation. My head tipped back as his mouth traced a path along my jaw, each press of his lips sending jolts of electricity through my body.

“Definitelynot a fluke,” I managed to breathe out, my voice embarrassingly shaky.

Seb pulled back just enough to meet my gaze, his eyes dark and intense. Swollen lips. Hair thoroughly mussed from my fingers. The sight of him like this—dishevelled and wanting—sent desire coursing through me like wildfire, and my cock instantly hardened, straining against my briefs.

“No,” he agreed, voice rough. “Not even close.”

Then his mouth was on mine again, and coherent thought became impossible.

The kiss deepened further, becoming almost desperate. My fingers dug into Seb’s curls as his tongue swept against mine. The wall behind me was the only thing keeping me upright as my knees threatened to give way.

My lungs burned for air, but I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. Seb’s mouth was addictive—cool and sweet and perfect. The need for oxygen became secondary to the feeling of his lips moving against mine,his hands gripping my waist. He didn’t need to breathe, could kiss forever if he wanted to, and part of me wanted to test that theory until I passed out from lack of air.

Just when black spots started dancing at the edges of my vision, Seb broke away. But before I could protest the loss, his lips found my jaw again, raining butterfly kisses along the sensitive skin there. My head hit the wall with a soft thud, eyes rolling skyward at the sensation.

My hands moved to his shoulders, gripping the expensive fabric of his shirt as the room started to spin. His kisses grew more intense, and I held on tighter, certain I’d collapse without his solid frame anchoring me in place.

“I need you,” I found myself saying, pushing my aching cock against his thigh in case my words weren’t clear enough.

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