Page 45 of Missing Piece
“Bullshit,” he echoed Vincent. Even as his senses returned, he was melting beneath Vincent’s cool touch. His mind kept trying to push his body forward, to close the distance and let their mouths relieve the weirdness that built between them.Like waiting for the first shoe to drop on a landmine.
“Because you’re mine!” Vincent snapped, his cheek twitching his eyes turned black. “I want you, so you’re mine, and I’m not going to share you with anything. Not a human, not a court, not a vampire, and I’m sure as shit not sharing you with a goddamn drug!”
There it was. The explosion.
It was his permission to make the last ten minutes disappear.
He lunged forward and smashed his mouth against Vincent’s, ignoring the itching pulling pain in his back and his ankle screaming at him as he pushed himself onto the blond. The pain didn’t matter. Not with a gut full of Macedonian alcohol and a desperate need to make himself feel better, and Vincent seemed too caught-off-guard to stop him, his arms having fallen to his sides like he was a teen who didn’t know what to do with his hands.
The inside of Vincent’s mouth was just as cool as the rest of him, and even as his tongue scraped one of his fangs and filledhis mouth with the taste of copper, he decided he wouldn’t stop. He couldn’t. He needed to chase the bad feelings away, there was a blood sucking beast in bed with him that would help him do it. Vincent moaned into the kiss, his hands finally moving and settling on his hips.
“What are you doing?” Vincent gasped as he pulled away. He looked genuinely surprised, which wasn’t something he thought he would ever see on Vincent’s face. It just made him want to see how far he could push him, what sort of concessions he could squeeze out of a shocked vampire.
“You want me? Then you can have me,” he whispered against his lips. Vincent pulled back a little, like he didn’t want to put too much pressure on Adam’s busted mouth.Oh God, this feels so nice. No one ever kisses me like this.
But this isn’t what I need.
He pushed back harder, clamping his hand around Vincent’s jaw as he fought to control the kiss. He wanted more, and like any good addict, he would not wait to get what he wanted. He pulled Vincent’s lower lip with his teeth, locking eyes with him as he ground his hips against Vincent’s. “You can have me,” he repeated, smiling and wincing as Vincent’s cool hands ran up his sides, brushing against the black and blue bruise that had formed on his ribs.
“You’re drunk,” Vincent said, turning his face away from him even as he continued to let his hands wander over his torso, his touch light. “You’re drunk and emotional and I can’t—”
He didn’t want a light touch. He needed something else. Something as fucked up and as dark and twisted as him. “I’m not drunk,” he grumbled as he leaned forward, running his tongue along Vincent’s neck. He tasted oddly sweet and salty.A horrible idea then barreled through his mind, plowing through any semblance of common sense.
He’ll either kill you or fuck your brains out. Or both. It would be a perfect exercise in being too-stupid-to-live.
But he had never been one to turn down a challenge that could kill him.
He slipped a hand between their bodies, grinning as his hand found Vincent’s hard cock through his flannel.
Then he did it. He bit a fucking vampire.
Chapter Sixteen - Vincent
New experiences were like currency to his people, and the night had been a series of firsts for him. Getting tipsy in bed while watching movies was another. Feeling the overwhelming urge to protect an injured human from movie ghosts had never pinged on his radar as something he would do, yet that happened as well.
All of that was topped by getting his dick grabbed while being bitten by a human…
Caught between pissed and horny and trying to maintain something that resembled self-control, the beast took the reins. He grabbed Adam by the throat and slammed him back onto the bed, shuddering as Adam’s hard-on pressed against his leg as he searched the human’s face for a reaction. Adam looked sad and angry and delicious all at the same time, his face flushed and a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Vincent snapped at him. He tried to push the beast back, but it echoed loudly in his head.Mine. Mine. He’s mine. Only mine.“Are you trying to piss me off?”
“I thought you wanted me,” Adam gasped, pulling at Vincent’s wrist. “I thought you were some big scary vampire. That’s not what I see right now.”
Vincent slammed his fist into the bed next to Adam’s head, a low growl rumbling from his chest as he did, “Don’t fucking test me, Adam.”
Hit him. Kiss him. Make him cry more. He’s so pretty when he cries. He’s mine. All mine.
Adam pursed his lips, straining the tendons in his neck as he lifted his chin, his stupid pretty eyes somehow looking even brighter against the burst blood vessels and irritation from crying. “What are you going to do about it?”
Vincent’s logical side wanted to pull away, to back out of the room and figure out where their night had gone so wrong, but the dark corners of his mind that he reserved for the beast were alight, firing on all cylinders and ready to play. “Are you trying to make me hurt you? Is that what you fucking want?” he snarled.
“Yes,” Adam croaked, his voice small, right before he spit directly in Vincent’s face.
All attempts to extinguish his desire failed as soon as he felt the spatter on his face, the scent of alcohol and peanut butter and blood overwhelming him. Like dousing a fire in gasoline.
Give him what he wants.
Vincent yanked down Adam’s pants and underwear in one smooth motion as he lowered his face toward Adam’s. His human was a morbidly gorgeous painting of flushed pink skin, shiny with tears, and a smattering of bruises. His pupils were blown out despite the drinking, his eyes practically vibrating as he stared up into Vincent’s.
