Page 54 of The Hunted
I groaned as my fangs locked into place. My throat burned at the desperate need to taste one tiny drop of her blood, and my cock was pushing at my zipper, ready to feel her pussy gripping me tightly.
I clamped down on my lip as she sashayed up to me with a smile that knocked me backward a step.
Damn.She was gorgeous. Her electric-blue eyes had a softness to them, those plump lips promised a night of pure pleasure, and her shapely legs would fit perfectly around my waist as I rammed my dick so far into her that both of us would get lost for eternity.
She reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear. “Are you okay?” Her voice was breathy.
I grasped her wrist just as she was lowering her hand. Her pulse was even as it beat against my fingers. I found it odd that her heart wasn’t galloping like it had been moments ago.
She eyed my hand and shuddered.
“What’s happening?” I asked.
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, and my dick jerked once again. “I’m not sure. All I know is that I feel you.” She knitted her pretty eyebrows. “You’re hurting.”
I was in pain—my gums, my balls, and my gut. But nothing hurt more than the pain in my chest at that moment. I wasn’t sure why. My guess was her—I needed to soothe her pain. If I did, then mine would go away too.
I ran my fingers through her silky strands, feeling the need to kiss her, tell her the world was good, tell her vampires had souls, tell her I would protect her with my life. “And how do you know that?”
She shrugged. “Not sure.” She seated one hand on my belt. “It started happening after we got out of the elevator.” Her other hand brushed over my cock, and I clamped my mouth shut so I wouldn’t sink my fangs into her.
“Careful, Layla. You’re not ready for me yet.” The reality was that I wasn’t ready for her.
Batting her long lashes, she gave me a sensual smile. “Maybe I am.” She clutched onto my rock-hard cock through the fabric of my pants and moaned, a sound that drove the wild animal in me to pounce.
The hallway narrowed to just me and her. Gentle had never been in my vocabulary, and like the animal I was, I dove my tongue into the cavern of her mouth hard, fast, and rough. She tasted of freedom and home. That stabbing pain in my chest was history. In its place, butterflies took flight as happiness drenched my soul—a feeling that was foreign to me, and I wanted more, much more. I deepened the kiss, feeling her everywhere—physically and emotionally.
She was riding a high like me, squirming in my arms, breathing heavily, moaning, clutching onto my hair, and pulling me to her as though she couldn’t get enough. As though I was the air she needed to breathe.Fuck.I needed her as badly as I needed blood to live.
I broke the kiss, both of us panting, and I licked my way to her ear. “I have to be inside you.” I trailed kisses down to her carotid artery. Her blood pumped furiously through it, calling to me, tempting me.
As much as my entire being was primed to get my fill of her, I wanted that sweet spot on her thigh. I wanted her naked and laid out before me like the goddess I knew she was. I wanted to take my time, to feel her ecstasy as if it were my own.
She tilted her head, giving me permission to sink my sharp canines into her.
“Not yet,” I whispered. “And not here.”
She giggled like a teenager, and my balls tightened.
My phone blared through the long, cavernous space, and we both stiffened. For a brief second, I couldn’t move and didn’t want to. But the annoying piece of technology wouldn’t stop.
Growling, I yanked the thing out of my pocket. “Yeah,” I snapped.
“Where the fuck are you?” Ben asked.
“On my way.” I hung up on him before he could say anything else.
Layla’s cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, and she was attempting to tame her hair.
“We’re late.” I started for the exit.
“For what?”
I laughed. “I have a surprise for you.”
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