Page 87 of Fanged Desire
“Youmayhave charmed the guard?”
“And Iwillreturn the key,” she promised, looping an arm around my waist and tugging me toward the entrance. “After we’re done.”
“Unbelievable,” I muttered, but there was no helping the smile tugging at my lips.
The gardens were quiet, the paths lit by small solar lights like will-o’-the-wisps beckoning us further in. When we reached the butterfly pavilion Hunter nudged the glass doors open, drawing me into the dark. I drew in a breath at the sight. The enclosed space was alive with delicate, fluttering wings, flickering in the faint light.
Hunter produced a picnic blanket and a bottle of wine from her bag, grinning at my look of disbelief. “I know, right? I can be romantic when I want to be.”
“I’m impressed,” I admitted, taking in the setup as she spread the blanket out on the ground.
We settled down, and the butterflies seemed to take an immediate liking to me. One landed on my shoulder, another on my cheek, and Hunter laughed, leaning over to shoo them away – only to be swarmed herself.
“Traitors,” she muttered as a particularly bold butterfly landed on her nose. I stifled a chuckle at her look of utter betrayal.
Eventually, the butterflies left us in peace and we sat together on the blanket, the fluttering creatures flitting about overhead. Hunter poured me a glass of wine and handed it to me, pointed fangs glinting as she shot me a smug, satisfied smile.
“Thank you.” I side-eyed her, sipping the wine. “And what exactly are you going to drink?”
She smirked, her gaze flicking to my neck. “You tell me.”
I was pinned, starstruck and breathless under her scrutiny. I felt my cheeks warm, my heart skipping in my chest as I took a sip of wine. Rich and red.
Hunter reached out, her fingers brushing my hair back, exposing the curve of my neck. Her touch was featherlight, reverent, and the anticipation thrummed between us like a live wire.
"May I?" Her voice was low, husky, her lips so close to my ear that her breath sent a shiver racing down my spine.
I tilted my head back, baring my neck to her without hesitation. The answer was right there, burning behind my eyes. Hunter’s eyes darkened and she shifted closer, melding her body against mine – and every nerve in my body came alive. Her lips brushed against my skin and I exhaled shakily, my fingers tightening around the stem of my glass.
When her fangs pierced my throat the sharpness was a brief shock, but it quickly dissolved into a warm, tingling pleasure that radiated through my entire body. I let out a soft gasp, my head tilting further, offering all of me, the sensation intoxicating.
Hunter groaned softly against my neck, her hands resting on my waist as she drew from me in slow, sensual pulls. It was intimate, familiar, and all-consuming, the connection between us raw and electric. I sipped my wine, the velvety richness ofthe drink sliding down my throat, as my blood did down hers, sinking into complete euphoria.
She pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against my neck as her tongue swept over the bite, soothing the tender skin. My eyes fluttered open to find hers locked onto mine, her gaze smoldering with desire.
"You taste…" Her voice was a rasp, her words trailing off as if she couldn’t find the right way to describe it though she had tasted me a hundred times before. Her hands stayed on my waist, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt.
I felt heady, my blood thrumming fast in my veins as I leaned closer. "Like what?"
Hunter’s eyes flickered to my lips. "Like you were made for me."
The words sent a shiver through me and I leaned in, closing the small distance between us to press my lips against hers. Her mouth was warm and inviting, her kiss tender but brimming with restrained hunger. Her hands slid up my back, pulling me closer, and I sighed into the kiss, my wine glass forgotten as it tipped over in the grass beside us.
As she lay me down her kisses deepened, turned ravenous – urgent and feverish. Her tongue grazed mine with dominating strokes and I felt a new kind of heat pool low in my belly. My hands started working at her buttons, splaying her shirt open like the wings of a butterfly.
I felt her grind into me with her hips as my fingers climbed her back, my moans stifled by her probing tongue. I tilted my head – to catch a breath, and to kiss down her jawline as we unraveled, chaos unleashed into the calm of the garden.
She groaned as my nails raked down her back and tugged at the seam of her jeans. My mouth traveled down her neck, peppered kisses along her exposed throat, teeth grazing her skin like I too might be tempted to take a bite. She unleasheda breathy gasp as I kissed down her chest, thumbs looping through her bra straps and yanking the garment down.
“What are you–” But before she could finish, her hard nipple was in my mouth. I lathered it with my tongue, sucking on it, making it mine. A fire awoke in me and I sat up, surged into her, fingers lacing through her hair as I sucked on her breasts. Her moans electrified the air and I pushed on, using my knees to flip her over and pivot myself on top of her.
Hunter’s back hit the grass and she looked up at me, flustered, aroused, and slightly impressed. I bit down on my lip, hesitant where I hovered above her, though my hands were already moving to unbutton her jeans.
We stripped each other bare, and my body shuddered in enthrallment as Hunter’s mouth explored me, tasting and delighting in the effect it was having on me.
I clutched fistfuls of grass, and ripped them out entirely when she dipped a warm hand between my legs. The sheen of sweat on my skin grew hot enough to boil me alive as her stroking fingers got to work. My body was on fire, and before long I was desperate for release.
When I returned her lustrous exploration in kind, Hunter was quick to follow. Rather than her usual method of prolonging my detonation – drawing it out for as long as she could bear before I was on my knees begging for it – Hunter herself was coming undone. She threw her head back when my fingers drew circles over her sensitive cluster of nerves, picking up the pace where her own fingers pumped into me.
