Page 41 of Knave

He gave her a soft smile. “I’m not sure I’d be able to sleep yet. My mind is too busy.”

“Oh?” Mouse bit her bottom lip. “Maybe I can help with that.”

Mouse stood on her toes and pressed her lips to his. He slid his hands into her hair and tilted her head back to gain better access. She tasted sweet with the faint hint of blood. His hunger was sated with the powdered drink, but he wanted to taste her. To drinkher. But neither of them were strong enough for that at the moment.

Her tongue slipped between his lips and Ferris’s grip tightened in her hair as he thrust his tongue to meet hers. She tasted like bliss—hisbliss—and he needed more. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, wishing it was his cock. But he couldn’t pull himself away long enough to see if she would drop to her knees for him. Her lips were too delicious, too soft, but he neededmore. Mouse tilted her chin, forcing his kisses to skate down her neck instead.

“Should we be doing this right now?” he asked against her skin. Everyone was counting on them back in Ivory.

“Probably not,” she breathed. “You’re not going to be able to help them if you don’t rest though.”

“And this will help my mind turn off,” he agreed. It usually worked when he managed the task alone.

His fangs dropped and he dragged them gently over her skin, eliciting a moan. The sound went straight to his cock, making it hard as fuck. She’d gotten him off when she’d fed from him after being trapped in the cave, but he was nearly desperate with the need to feel her touch again. His hands shook as they drifted from her hair to slide the collar of her dress down.

Mouse inhaled, pressing her chest toward him while he kissed his way across her bare shoulders. “Ferris,” she breathed.

“Yes, luv?” He trailed his tongue slowly along her collarbone, hoping to drive her just as mad as him. When he nipped gently at the upper swells of her breasts, she drew her bodice down to expose her peaked nipples. He grinned at her. “So impatient.”

“Just making up for the lost time we should’ve been doing this,” she said as desire flickered in her eyes. “Besides, I can lose a little sleep so let’s not wait any longer.”

Ferris chuckled. “I’m going to teach you the perks of delayed gratification.”

“Ferris,” she warned. Her hand fell to his, and she guided it up her stomach, ever so slowly until she enfolded it around her breast. “Make me feel good.”

Ferris gripped her chin with his free hand, his gaze trained on hers. “Your orgasms are mine now.”

“Are they now?” she asked with a wide smile.

Ferris leaned in and sucked her bottom lip between his teeth, careful not to draw any blood. When he released her, he trailed kisses along her jaw to her ear, then whispered, “I want you to touch yourself in front of me, the way I did for you.”

Mouse shivered from his words, her heart thrumming with what had to be the same lust that matched his. Playful defiance shimmered in Mouse’s eyes as she took a step back. She peeled the dress from her hips, taking her panties down with it, until the fabric pooled at her feet. His pulse thundered as he raked over every glorious inch of her naked body. The curves that led to her perfect arse, the soft swell of her beautiful breasts. Her arousal filled the air and he clenched his fists at his sides to keep himself from going to her, from taking her into his mouth right then.

“I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone before,” Mouse whispered. She looked hesitant at first, and he was about to tell her she didn’t have to when she dragged a hand up her abdomen to cup her breast. Her thumb grazed the tight nipple as she backed up, maneuvering around a display case, toward the red armchair. She sank down onto the cushion with hooded eyes. Her free hand wasted no time skimming between her thighs, finding its target.

Spreading her legs wide, Ferris got an unobstructed view of her gleaming core. His hands balled into fists in an effort not to reach out and touch her himself. She was so damn sexy. Every inch of her.

Mouse slid her fingers between her folds. Up and down, teasing herself. Then she pressed against her clit and arched into her own touch. Ferris groaned, moving toward her, desperately wanting his tongue everywhere she was touching. She circled the bundle of nerves with measured strokes before dipping the same digit inside. His cock throbbed and he stalked around the display case.

“Enough,” Ferris growled.

He knelt in front of her, threw her legs over his shoulders, and stood. She gave that sexy squeak of hers, and her ankles locked around him, pressing between his shoulder blades, as her hips shifted toward his face. He walked them three steps to the wall and held her against it.

Gripping her thighs, he looked up at her. “I want to taste you so fucking badly.”

“Then why aren’t you?” Her fingers tangled with his hair, guiding him to her and that was the only push he needed.

They both groaned when he ran his tongue along her slit. Her sweet flavor was better than any blood he’d ever tasted. He didn’t know how he’d survived so long without feasting on her. Closing his lips over her, he sucked her clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it, drinking in her sweet flavor like it was fine wine. Again and again and again as she ground against his face. He fucking loved it, loved that this vampire could make him so wild with desire just from the sound of her gasping as he pleasured her. He wanted her for the rest of his fucking life.

His tongue slipped away from her clit and drifted downward. Her body quaked, and his name came out as a breath from her lips when her orgasm shattered. Ferris grinned against her core while she continued to writhe against his face, his fingers digging into her thighs.

When her grip on his hair relaxed, he gave one more lick, to taste the remainder of her arousal. Her legs relaxed and Ferris shifted away from Mouse to help her down. She brought her left leg over his shoulder at the same time he moved her right. Mouse slid sideways with a gasp, grabbing an elaborate picture frame to steady herself. Ferris pressed her against the wall again to stop her fall, the lengths of their bodies pressed together.

He chuckled into her neck. “Sorry about that, luv.”

His own arousal met her wet center through his trousers and he moaned. But he didn’t want to take from her. Hedid, but he also enjoyed giving with nothing in return. So he backed away, setting her gently on her feet.

“Am I still no fun?” he asked, his voice low.

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