Page 26 of Fangs & Freaks
Warrick’s eyes narrow, his jaw tightening. “What the hell are you talking about, Blackwell?”
Blackwell shrugs. “I was stroking my cock, minding my own business, and then she’s just... there. Straddling me like she owns the place.”
My stomach twists in a mix of jealousy and dread. “What did she do?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He chuckles. “Kissed me. Damn near melted my brain. Then she starts screaming about us stealing from her and vanishes. It was... a cum killer.”
Warrick is on his feet in an instant, his hand fisting in Blackwell’s shirt as he slams him against the wall. “You fuckingcalledher?” he roars, his voice shaking with fury. “She doesn’t just come to people, she has to be summoned.”
“I could feel her in the room watching me,” Blackwell snaps. “What was I supposed to do? Just put on a show for her? She can show herself or fuck off. Blackwell Jr. isn’t a freebie; he’s a pay-per-view.”
Warrick’s chest is heaving, his fangs bared as he glares at Blackwell. “You downplay how dangerous she is? You don’t tease her. You don’ttouchher. You sure as hell don’t kiss her, you goddamn idiot.”
The tension in the room is suffocating, and before I can think it through, I’m moving. My arms wrap around Warrick from behind, and my hands press against his chest, my fingers brushing lower until I cup him through his trousers.
“Don’t be upset, Warrick,” I murmur, my voice trembling. “She’s very tempting. I might have done the same.”
Warrick freezes, his anger faltering as he looks over his shoulder at me. Blackwell’s startled laugh breaks the silence, and Warrick’s grip on him loosens. He steps back, his eyes narrowing at me.
“No more tempting or calling her,” Warrick says, his voice firm. “Not unless we’re together. I’m not losing my brother to her.”
“Deal,” Blackwell says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m lucky you’re so tempting, Varys.” He straightens his shirt with a smirk.
Warrick’s gaze shifts back to me, and his lips curl into a smirk. “Now, little unicorn, you’ve got me worked up. I think you’d better do something about it, don’t you?”
My cheeks flush, but I don’t look away. Instead, I flutter my lashes and bite my bottom lip, my hands moving to the waistband of his trousers. Warrick’s eyes darken with approval as I sink to my knees before him.
The room fades away, the weight of the night momentarily forgotten as I focus on him, on the way his breath hitches and his muscles tense beneath my touch. Blackwell’s presence lingers, a silent witness to the moment, but even that doesn’t deter me.
I undo the button with trembling fingers, pulling the fabric down to reveal him, already hard and thick, the sight making my mouth water. My breath hitches as I lean forward, the scent of him—dark, musky, and all-consuming—intoxicating me further. I press a tentative kiss to his length, and his sharp intake of breath urges me on.
As I take him into my mouth, the heat of him fills me, and the taste—rich, salty, and utterly masculine—floods my senses. I hum softly around him, savoring every inch. Warrick’s hand tangles in my hair, his fingers threading through the strands, gripping just firmly enough to guide me without being harsh. The gentleness in his touch contrasts with the roughness of his usual demeanor, and it sends another wave of heat pooling low in my belly.
“Fuck,” Warrick murmurs. “You’ve got a talented mouth, little unicorn.”
His words send a flush of heat to my cheeks, but I don’t stop, hollowing my cheeks and sliding him deeper, feeling the weight of him on my tongue. I focus on the rhythm, the push and pull, the way his breath hitches every time I swirl my tongue along the underside of his shaft.
Blackwell watches, his arms crossed, leaning casually against the wall but his expression betrays him. There’s a heat in his gaze, his usually cocky smirk replaced by something darker, more primal. He doesn’t say a word, but his presence is impossible to ignore, adding another layer of intensity to the moment.
Warrick’s hips jerk slightly, his control slipping as he lets out a low groan. “You feel so good,” he says, his voice rough with need. His hand tightens in my hair, pulling just enough to make me look up at him. His crimson eyes burn into mine, and the raw desire there nearly undoes me.
I press my hands to his thighs for balance, my nails digging lightly into the fabric of his pants as I pick up the pace. His reactions spur me on—the way his chest rises and falls more rapidly, the way his grip in my hair tightens with every flick of my tongue. I feel powerful, knowing I can unravel someone as unshakable as Warrick.
“Damn,” Blackwell finally speaks, his voice thick with amusement and arousal. “Didn’t think I’d be jealous of a vampire tonight.”
Warrick lets out a low growl, not bothering to look at Blackwell. His focus remains entirely on me, his lips curling into a smirk as he guides me down further, testing how much I can take. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, but I don’t stop, the challenge igniting something reckless in me.
“Keep watching,” Warrick says, his tone a mix of command and invitation. “You might learn a thing or two.”
Blackwell chuckles. “Oh, I’m watching.”
“Fuck, Varys,” he groans, his head tipping back as his control begins to slip entirely. “You’re going to make me lose it.”
I hum around him once more, the vibrations drawing a curse from his lips as his grip on my hair tightens. The sounds hemakes, low and guttural, fill the room, each one sending a thrill through me that borders on addictive.
“Varys,” he says my name like a warning.
I pull back just enough to speak, my lips brushing against his length as I whisper, “I’m not stopping until you come.”
