Page 98 of Bite Marks & Broken Hearts

“Nice to finally see the other half,” he murmured. “The preview didn’t do you justice.”

Anticipation buzzed through every nerve ending as his cool fingers ghosted closer.

Seb kissed the soft part of my flesh just above my hip bone, and I shivered at the contact. He pressed his cool, flat tongue against my skin. Taking his time, he cleaned me everywhere but my dick. With every lick, I writhed beneath him, until he pinned my thigh with a hand to still me. My cock thickened under the attention, until the poor swollen sod was twitching, begging for Seb’s wet mouth.

He looked up at me, his eyes locked on mine. “I should have guessed that every part of you would be equally delicious.”

Finally, he took mercy on me—his mouth closed around the head of my cock, and I cried out in pleasure. His tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, teasing and tasting me.

As his mouth worked over me, my fingers traced his face reverently, mapping every perfect feature. Watching his lips stretch around my cock had my head spinning. The way he fluttered his tongue around the head, then licked up the length with little whimpers that vibrated through me—oh myfucking hellwas Seb good at this. No, notgood… amazing beyond belief.

I couldn’t help myself—my fingers twisted into his hair as I thrust up into the wet coolness of his mouth. My whole body was drawn bowstring-tight, every nerve ending singing with pleasure as hedevouredme. His rough tongue, the way he gripped my shaft and pumped in time with his sucking—it was overwhelming, in the best way.

Then, in one earth-shattering moment, he took me impossibly deep into his throat.

Then swallowed.

My whole body jerked as pleasure crashed through me. I came for the second time, just as hard, just as intense. Seb fisted the base of my cock and sucked the head, swallowing every drop as I came apart beneath him. Tremors racked through me, and when the last aftershocks faded, a deep, sated laugh bubbled up from my chest.

He took his time cleaning me with gentle licks, making sure not a drop remained, before pulling back with a satisfied hum.

“You’ll have to forgive me,” he murmured, running a hand through his dishevelled curls. “I’m a few decades out of practice.”

“Shut up,” I managed, still breathless. My head spun as I pushed myself up to sitting, tucking myself away with trembling fingers.

But I needed more. Neededhim. I grabbed his tie again, pushing him back to reclaim my seat on his lap, and yanked him into a desperate kiss, tasting my saltiness on his tongue and not caring one bit.

Seb pulled away, and a whisper-soft keen trembled in the air between us. His voice, rough as burnt sugar, broke through my haze. “I can hear a car coming. Probably one of the team.”

“I don’t care.”

My hands found his hair, and I kissed him again.

After all the empty kisses with faceless tourists, after Tom’s gentle rejection, after Connor’s drunken advance that left me feeling hollow, this felt like coming home to a place I’d never known existed. This was magic spilling from Seb’s lips into mine, turning all those painful memories to dust.

So I slid my lips against his, desperate to memorise everything—the perfect bow of his upper lip, the way his tongue moved against mine. Curiosity made me bold, and I traced his teeth with my tongue, lingering over his canines—deadly sharp even when retracted. I tried to burn every detail into my mind: the quiet sounds he made when I pressed closer, the way his fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise. If only I could see his face properly, watch those dark eyes go soft and hungry at once, count every one of his wild curls.

“More,” he whispered against my lips. His hands slid up my back, pulling me impossibly close. “Just a moment more.”

I melted into him, my body fitting against his like we’d been carved from the same stone. His mouth moved to my jaw, trailing kisses down to my throat—careful to avoid the tender spots where he’d bitten me. Shivers trilled through me as his cool lips ghosted over my skin.

Then I heard it myself—the sound of a vehicle—and reality crashed back in like a bucket of cold water. What would the others think, findingtheir boss tangled up with me in the back of a van, with bite marks on my neck?

I pulled back slightly, though my hands remained buried in his curls. “We should pick this up later.”

Tensing, I waited for him to challenge me—to say there would be nolater. But he didn’t. And that unspoken promise steadied something inside me that had been adrift for weeks.

His fingers traced the spot where he’d bitten me, his touch feather-light. “I hurt you.”

“It only hurt for a second. I didn’t know… I didn’t know it would be like that.” So intense, so all-consuming. It was easily the most overwhelming yet extraordinary experience of my life.

And I’d do it all again, in a heartbeat.

“I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was like I was high. Impossibly high. It was…” I flailed an arm around, words failing me. “Fucking amazing.”

“When we feed, there’s this compound that releases into our saliva,” Seb explained, his thumb still stroking gentle circles on my neck. “It releases endorphins, makes the feeding pleasurable for our prey. Historically, it helped us feed without drawing attention. That, and our ability to compel human minds. But a willing victim is far less likely to scream.”

“So you’re saying I’m not special?” I tried to sound offended, but couldn’t keep the smile from my voice.

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