Page 39 of Bloody Temptations

At this point, he could have asked me to dance naked in broad daylight in the middle of the city and I’d agree. I make an embarrassing sort of whining sound as I nod, trying to get my lips back on him. I only succeed because he crushes me against him, but only for the barest second, the bastard.

“Fuck yes. Come on.” And then my hand’s back in his again, half dragging me back to his car in his enthusiasm to get us out of there.

I was right before. There are no guarantees on how much longer this is going to last between us—but I would be stupid to let it slip through my fingers while I have him. Butterflies swarm in my stomach, the spiced blood we drank earlier thrumming hard in my veins.

One night, it’s all I’m guaranteed. I better make it worth it.

14

Kai

“This—is—me.” I manage toget the words out despite our mouths basically being fused together. When I pull back to unlock the door, he grunts impatiently, making me laugh yet again as he immediately closes the distance between us.

A horned up Finn isn’t quite what I expected when we started seeing each other. With his skittishness and easy blush, I have to admit I thought he’d be, I don’t know, more submissive or something. I couldn’t have been more wrong, though, because he’s anything but submissive. He’s feisty and bossy. And I love it.

Like right now, how he’s pushing me up against the door to my apartment. His chest to my back, locking me in place while he nips at my neck with his fangs, making my whole body tremble. It feels amazing, but is really inconvenient for getting the door unlocked.

By some miracle of the Gods, I manage the deed and we stumble into the dark. I barely have time to get the door shut and locked again before we’re reaching for each other, hands and mouths consuming whatever they can reach.

We stumble again, slamming into the couch, the sound of the feet scraping on the wooden floors shocking both of us out of our horny delirium, and we finally wrench ourselves apart.

The apartment is nearly pitch black. With our blackout blinds down and only the faint glow of a light in the hallway, it’s nearly impossible to see in here. But I can just make out the outline of him and the way he drags the back of his hand across his mouth.

It’s weirdly, irresistibly sexy.

My head is spinning like I’m dizzy, the blood rushing through my veins with lightning speed making me ill.

“Blood! We need blood.” I blurt out—because we really need to rehydrate to be able to do everything I want to do with him tonight.

Finn makes a noise that sounds vaguely like he agrees, and follows me to the kitchen, just close enough that I can feel him vibrating with the same need that’s in me.

“Your place is nice.” He leans against the door to the kitchen, looking about the small galley-style kitchen casually. The light from the fridge makes the all modern, all white room glow a sickly blue colour.

I grab two bottles and hand one to Finn, finally turning on the light to stop the kitchen plunging back into darkness when the fridge shuts.

“Yeah, thanks. We’re getting there. It helps that Nikki and I have the same style. Well, enough that we can agree on communal areas anyway.”

Finn cracks open his bottle and nods his head. The sight of his lips wrapping around the bottle almost wipes my brain of all logical thought. I manage to keep it together, taking a drink from my own bottle and jamming my hand through my hair, tugging slightly to keep me focused.

“We should talk, or something?” Finn’s voice has lost the confidence he found when we were all over each other.

“Sure, we can talk. Makes sense.” My voice is huskier than I intend.

When I take a step towards him, he holds up a hand, swallowing painfully around a gulp of blood to talk.

“No, nope, absolutely not. You come any closer and my brain is going to turn to horny mush again. Words, talking, then horny mush.”

My bark of laughter is met with a glower that turns into a laughter of his own, that funny snorty laugh that makes my heart squeeze.

“Horny mush? I definitely wanna horny mush you, Finn.”

Oh my Gods, he snorts so loud at the stupid nonsense coming out of my mouth. It only makes us laugh harder until we’re bent over with laughter, me cackling while holding my stomach and Finn with the tears streaming down his face. It’s dumb, and it’s completely nonsensical.

But I love it.

After our laughter fades and we manage to get a hold of ourselves, I slide the box of tissues down the bench to Finn so he can wipe off his face.

“Ugh, what I meant was that we should probably, like, set out our boundaries or whatever.” Finn glowers at the tear pinkened tissue once his face is clear, like his tears have offended him.

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