Page 39 of Grotesque
I clamped my mouth shut, staring daggers at him. There could be a number of things he would do to punish me, and by how greedy he looked, I didn’t think any of them would be good.
He laid his palms on either side of me on the bed. “Do you want to fuck me?”
Yep, there was the fire. Might as well tie me to a stake because I was going up in flames anyway. His cool proximity did nothing to dampen the sweat beading on the back of my neck.
It was wrong of me to want to fuck him, but that wasn’t what he wanted to know. Right and wrong didn’t matter in this moment. Disregarding that he was a stranger and a stalker; Ididwant to fuck him. I wantedhimto fuckmeto be more precise. I let my eyes slip down his powerful form and wondered what it would feel like to be beneath all that muscle.
“Yes,” I whispered. Except the word came out choked, barely audible.
Corban’s white teeth flashed in the moonlight, his fangs still drawn and vicious.
He was too close. I couldn’t relax, much less undress now that he was leering over me. The thrill of danger made my skin ache with need. I twisted my arms and pulled my shirt up over my head.
Cool air made my nipples tighten. A low groan melted from the back of his throat as he took me in. He reached out then stopped himself, his fingers curling into a fist and falling on the bed.
I knew I had been properly blessed in the boob department, but paired with my wider hips and thick stomach they were often overlooked. But the way Corban continued to look at me, his eyes roving every inch of my exposed skin, told me not only that he liked what he saw, but that he desired me.
“Do you want to touch them?”
The corner of his jaw ticked. His nostrils flared as he tore his gaze from my chest to my eyes.
I licked my lips, and the words came out before I could stop myself. “Touch them,” I said, taking his silence as refusal.
There was a shift across his face, a shimmer in his appearance I didn’t quite catch. It was moments later, when his hand cupped my breast that I registered it to be something feral.
Corban wasn’t a man. I couldn’t forget that, but when his other hand pressed to my breast, I forgot why that mattered. He took one of my nipples between his fingers and rolled it none too gently, tugging a hiss out of my lips. “I can’t wait to suck on these,” he said.
I tipped my head back when his grip hardened. It was as if he already knew everything I wanted and exactly how I liked it.
“Can I?” His thick lashes cast darker shadows across his eyes when he looked at me. At this angle, the moon’s radiance caught him just right, reflecting an eerie glow in his pupils. The glow all nocturnal hunters had in their eyes. The flashing reflection burned green-white.
I was frozen in his hypnotic stare. Even if I had wanted to speak, I couldn’t. Not when his touch turned soft, a gentle gesture that was at odds with the monster gazing back at me.
“I dare you to let me suck these beautiful tits,” he said, his thumbs rubbing over both nipples, “and you to watch me do it.”
I licked my lips and nodded.
Corban leaned in slowly, his eyes holding mine until his breath cooled the front of my chest, making my skin pebble. He continued to fondle one of my breasts while he held the other in a firm grip, placing his lips over the top of my nipple.
An electric current ran through me the moment his mouth touched my skin. His tongue swirled over the nub. He was gentleat first, moving between one breast then the other. Then he bit down and I swore I was going to come right then and there.
I fisted the sheets. The dark pools of his eyes threatened to drown me. I was tipping over the edge, slipping into the sweet bite of his teeth when he pulled back abruptly.
“Fuck me,” I gasped.
A ripple of energy ran through his shoulders. He flexed his fingers, clenching and unclenching his fists.
“Are you going to fuck me?” I panted, giving him the chance to answer but fuck I hoped he went for the dare instead.
A lazy smile touched his beautiful face when he realized it was still part of the game and not an invitation.Corban moved away from the edge of the bed, giving me a full view of his incredible form. I dragged my gaze over every inch of him, from his gorgeous head, down to his thick torso, his strong legs, and back to the cock that was straining to get to me.
He waited until I met his eyes before answering. Eyes that were mercilessly dark, devoid of their usual jade color. A flash of red reflected in his blown-out pupils.
“Yes, I am,” he said, and pushed down his shorts.
Practically every inch of Sorcha’s skin was flushed crimson. She was overflowing with heat, and I loved it. I loved the way her eyes dilated when my cock sprang free. Her lips opened, forming a soft little “O” that I wanted to stretch.
I couldn’t restrain myself for another second. Grabbing her chin, I pulled her face up to mine as I swooped down on her. Her kiss was ravenous, teeth scraping against mine as she met me eagerly. Her tongue slipped through my lips first, and I groaned. She thrust it greedily into my mouth, sucking my lip between her teeth.
