Page 29 of Bloody Temptations

When his lips finally brush against mine, it’s like I’m watching from outside of my own body. I’m so still, I’m practically a statue as his lips pass over mine, once, then twice.

Thank the Gods I snap out of my shock when he pulls back, mistaking my confusion for hesitation—or worse, rejection. Lunging forward to close the growing distance between us, I smack my nose into his cheek. It hurts enough to make my eyes water, and Kai snickers against my mouth. But then all is forgotten when he gently cups the back of my head, angling it just right to deepen the kiss.

His tongue sweeps inside my mouth and he tastes like chocolate and blood. It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. Withan embarrassing groan I fight against my seatbelt to get closer to him. There is another chuckle against my lips and then Kai is guiding me back in my seat, manipulating me like putty in his hands.

Pinned between his lips and the headrest I let myself succumb to the kiss. I even let myself become a willing participant, licking his partially extended fangs and bravely letting my hands release their death grip on my seatbelt to wrap around his neck.

I cling to him like it’s life itself. And it might be. Without the need to breathe there is no need to pull away—I can just sink further and further into him. He kisses me like he’s fucking me. Confident, sensual. It heats the blood pumping within me, lust pulsing through my veins straight to my cock.

My teeth are aching, the instinctive need to bite having me trying to nip at his tongue and lips—even if it makes no sense. It’s my first kiss as a vampire, and I feel like a virgin all over again. I didn’t think it would make things different. But it does. Especially when a fang catches on delicate flesh—his or mine, I don’t know. If it’s me, I’m too far gone to notice. The taste of the fresh blood in our kiss is like gasoline on the fire burning me up.

With a grunt—more of a snarl really—I press harder against him in the kiss, tightening my arms around him almost painfully. I crush against him, needing to devour him, needing more of everything.

Kai’s wanton moans spur me on, his hands groping my hair, my neck, my chest. He’s feverishly touching me everywhere. Stretched across the car console like he is, I can feel the way he’s writhing, desperately seeking the same friction my body is aching for.

Outside of the car, there is a bang and friendly yells as a herd of minotaurs make their way to the gym next door. The intrusion of reality is like ice water on the moment, and I gasp when Kai pulls back from the kiss.

His eyes—heavy lidded and blown out with lust—are transfixed on my mouth. Unconsciously, I lick my lips. They are swollen and sore from the fury of his kiss, and I can taste the blood still smeared there.

“You need to go, like, right now.” Half sitting on the console now, Kai shudders when my tongue darts out again, needing to taste him on me one more time.

I really don’t want to go; my cock is rock hard and I’m terrified that whatever insanity has overtaken Kai tonight will be gone when he comes to his senses tomorrow. But I can feel the sunrise coming like a specter leering over my shoulder. There is no way we have time for even a quarter of everything I want to do to him—with him—before dawn.

Greedily, I let my eyes rake over him, capturing the moment in my brain for the rest of my life.

“Yeah.” I nod, my voice shaky and weak. “I guess so.”

It takes me a moment to gather my wits enough to unbuckle and open my door. Even longer still to find the willpower to not invite him up. But my embarrassment over my apartment trumps even the thought of having him in my bed.

Bracing myself against the open door, I lean back in, my legs quivering. “Thanks for tonight, Kai.”

He nods, back in his seat now, hands tight on the steering wheel. “It was fun. We should, uh, do it again?”

He’s still flushed from the kiss. It almost looks like he’s blushing.

“Yeah, definitely. Message me?”

“You can count on it. Sweet dreams, Finn.”

We say our goodbyes, and even though he’s going to be cutting it close to get home in time to be safe, he waits for me to be inside before he drives off.

My apartment feels especially cold and empty as I get ready for bed and slip between the sheets. As I wait for the magic of dawn to take me over, I half dream about hot chocolate drizzled over Kai’s stomach for me to lick it off his bare skin. While he wears nothing but those white crew socks.

Definitely a sweet dream.

10

Kai

Finn’s mouth clings tomine like I’m the fountain of life and he’s a dying man sucking me dry—and I’m not complaining in the least. He tastes better than anything I’ve tasted in my life. And the sounds that he makes as he claws to get closer to me?Ugh. Desperate, angry little whines, like he’s furious he can’t just climb inside me.

Fuck. I don’t think I will ever get enough of them.

We started with him pressed against the wall of the storeroom here at work, but it didn’t last long before he angrily spun us, slamming me back against the bricks. He half heartedly apologised before his mouth was back on me, and he was grinding himself mindlessly against me.

I’m not complaining. At least in this position I can grip that ass of his—really dig my fingers in there—to pull him even closer against me. Our legs are threaded together. I can feel the way his muscles in his thighs clench and release as he drives himself into me. Rising repeatedly on his toes, his cock drags over mine again and again in a restless, erratic rhythm. The pressure of our zippers adds an agonising edge to the ecstasy thrumming through me. I want to roll my hips, rub myself against him, but I can’t. I’m pinned. Completely at his mercy. An extremely willing victim.

Our kiss is messy, desperate and filthy. His lips are slick and mine are almost painfully swollen. Future me will be grateful neither of us have any stubble because the beard burn from this kiss would be catastrophic.

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