Page 46 of Taste of Blood
He follows right behind me, decorating my hand and the wall with his cum.
And at the height of my release, I crack open my jaw and sink my teeth into his neck, drinking the sweet elixir that is Cord McCallister. My own fucking fountain of youth.
After I swallow my fill of him, I pull away and lick my lips, then lean over to his ear.
“Next time we do this in a bed.”
17: Cord
ASHER’S LAST WORDS rattle around in my head.
Next time…
What makes him think there will be a next time? This time was a mistake. I was tired, horny, and frustrated, and he was…
Convenient.
Even as I think it, I know that’s not true. Why did I even agree to meet him if I wasn’t going to fuck him? Isn’t that how every encounter between us ends?
And damn him, but he does know me. Knows what I like.
What I need.
Edging me.
I tuck myself in and zip up my pants, then turn to face him, ignoring the sly smirk on his face.
“You okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I snap, harsher than I intend.
He shrugs. “And we’re back to that.”
I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. “Sorry. Let’s just…”
What? Kiss goodbye? Pretend this never happened?
Continue this somewhere more private?
I push this last thought from my head. I really don’t need this complication right now. Why does it always come back to him?
Even when we were apart, not seeing each other for all those years, he was never far from my thoughts. Too many shared memories, too many firsts.
Too much pent-up sexual angst.
He’s fucking ruined me.
I tried to move on. Tried to lose myself in random strangers. It never worked.
He’s the only one who can scratch that itch.
Isn’t that what he said to me?
The fucker.
“Come on,” I say, leading him back through the door into the bar. Someone else is sitting at our table, but I wasn’t planning on staying. I need to go home and crash for a few hours before I drop. Even vampires can’t run on empty.
And let’s not even get started on the last time I fed. I’ve been surviving on the bagged blood from Dante’s refrigerator at the warehouse.
