Page 70 of Bloody Temptations

Gods, my Finn is just silly when he wants to be. As if I was going to let him get away from me now that I have him again. There is a really good chance I’m going to lock us in his room for at least a month, until he gets it through his head how obsessed I am with him. Actually, maybe not his room. This place has a distinct funky smell about it. Better lock him down in my place instead.

I release his glorious ass to clasp the back of his head, massaging his scalp firmly—mostly to encourage him to bring his face closer to me without outright manhandling him.

“Finn, there is exactly zero percent chance of you getting rid of me. I’m yours. Entirely. Whatever you want to call me.”

“Does that mean I get to have my wicked way with you?” He lets me coax him down, until his nose brushes against mine. My eyes sink shut as he dusts teasing kisses over my cheekbones.

“I demand it.”

Finn grinds down hard, and licks a wet stripe up my cheek, chuckling when my eyes snap open in shock.

“Ha! Perfect. Bedroom. Now. Let’s go!”

He bounds off my lap in one quick movement. It takes me a half a second longer to get my bearings, but all I really have to do is follow Finn. And that, I’m happy to do until the ends of the earth.

22

Finn

There is something tobe said for honesty.

Is everything magically better between Kai and me now that we’ve begun the conversation? No. But being honest with him, beingvulnerablewith him, and telling him the things I’ve been bottling up over the past weeks—months even—feels freeing.

Now that I’ve said it all out loud, specifically to him, it makes those fears seem so small. Because how could I have ever doubted how he felt about me when he looks at me likethat? Like I’m the most precious thing in this universe.

I’m still embarrassed about my apartment. I’m still embarrassed that the king-sized bed I bought barely fits so we basically trip over it the second I lead him into the room. Nothing has changed.

And yet, everything has changed.

The road to this moment has been so short, yet so long, but it was inevitable, once I got out of my own way. Some time, well in the future, I’ll sit down and try to figure out how I got here, but right now, I’m just going to shut up and be grateful.

Because Kai is straddling my thighs and he’s wrestling my tee shirt, trying to shove it out of the way so he can kiss my stomach.

“Would you like some help?” I chuckle, rising up on my elbows to watch him. My laugh dies when he reaches the patch of skin above the waistband of my jeans, nuzzling my lower belly and the light patch of hair there and nipping at me with his fangs.

“Yes. Please,” he answers between delicate, torturous kisses.

It’s not an efficient process. Neither of us is willing to part from the other for long enough to take anything off quickly. We’re too busy pawing at every inch of exposed skin, and tasting everywhere we can reach, our limbs still tangled up in one another.

When I’m finally naked, Kai plasters himself on top of me again, his mouth fused to mine. With him between my thighs, I sink into the bed as he shoves at his jeans until he can’t reach anymore and then wriggles them off.

He only stops kissing me long enough for a quick shout of success, before he tries to take his socks off with his feet.

“Wait!” I have to turn my head to the side to escape his hungry mouth. “Leave the socks on.”

I rub my bare foot up his calf. It’s hard to tell, with the combination of terrible lighting and the angle, but I’m pretty sure he’s wearing crew socks similar to the ones the first night I saw him. Not as high, but close enough.

Kai’s laughter reverberates through his chest. He pushes up on his elbows to look down on me, his hair falls down around his face. Giving into the urge, I reach up to tuck it behind his ear on one side. His fang is digging into his curved lip, and his eyes are practically glowing with laughter.

I can already feel my blush. But even if I’m a little bit embarrassed that I’ve developed a bit of a thing for socks because of him, I’m not ashamed. Not with Kai. Not anymore.

“Ah, my Finny-babe. Do you have a thing for feet?”

This time,I’mlaughing. That’s the other thing with Kai. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this much while having sex with anyone else. Everything with him is just… good.

“Not feet. Socks. It’s entirely your fault. That first night with the shorts and the socks. It made an impression.” The corners of his eyes crinkle from the size of his smile and I know he is going to use this knowledge against me whenever he can.

He rolls his hips, dragging his cock against mine. I think he only meant to do it once but it feels incredible and they just keep rolling, our teasing forgotten. My hands clasp at his back, and I arch up to match his movements. Pre-cum pools between us, making the movements slicker, smoother.

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