break the skin and I hiss at the initial pain before pleasure floods my system as he pulls the blood from my neck. His arms around my waist keep me standing, because whatever it is that fills me as he feeds is enough to make my knees weak, despite the fact I was only with Levi a few hours before.
He pulls back and groans, licking the blood that escapes, before he tilts my head in the opposite direction, and bites down again.
Fuck me, it feels so good, if I wouldn’t pass out from blood loss, I’d let him feed on me all day. He releases my neck again, the first bite marks already healed, so he laves his tongue over the new ones, catching any blood that escapes until they heal over enough too.
“You taste so good, mon amour. Like the finest wine.” He sighs, before he kisses my neck softly again. I turn in his arms, and he looks much more like himself. His eyes amber from feeding, and there’s color back in his cheeks.
“Thank you. I think.” I laugh. “But, next time, don’t go so long between feeds. I couldn’t stand it if anything happened to you.” I stroke some of the hair from his brow and he smiles at me.
“I will do my best.”
“Good,” I say and peck his lips. “Now get dressed, we have a visitor coming.”
He groans and pulls me back in for a kiss so hot I think the floor beneath us must be scorched. “I can never get enough of you.”
“Later,” I promise him and pull away, because if I don’t leave now, I won’t. “Can’t be late.”
“Who is our guest?” Kain asks as he strips down and walks into his closet. Damn him and his chiseled body. I shake my head and have to think for a second about what his question was.
“An Angel friend of Levi’s. Nevin. He’s coming to help me with some stuff Levi found of Amantara’s to see if there’s any secrets about the Shadow Realm that might help us,” I tell him and he appears before me again, in his trademark suit, polished, and put together as if he wasn’t disheveled and half asleep a few minutes ago.
“Well then, we better go see if he’s here,” he says kissing my forehead and opening the door for me.
Chapter Four
One Week Ago
Fallon
“Colt, I’m not doing this with you again.” I hang up and throw my phone down on the bed, trying not to scream in frustration. That boy would drive a saint to despair, I swear it.
I lay back, and close my eyes, thankful that Mama and Rebel are staying with aunt Marie tonight. Thank god for margarita night, even if it is a Thursday. Just a few minutes of peace, that’s all I want. Between working at the restaurant during the day, covering the store at night, and still having something of a life, I’m exhausted. I’m just glad Misty is covering the store tonight. I can’t remember the last full night’s sleep I had.
The pounding at the front door stirs me, I guess I dozed off. “I’m coming!”
I groan as I stand, just a few more minutes sleep would have been awesome. I drag my feet as I head to the front of the house and sigh when I see who’s at the door.
“You can’t just keep ignoring me, Fallon.” Colt’s voice filters through the house and I lean against the wall in the hall. I knew avoiding him and hanging up wouldn’t last forever, he’s as patient as a toddler waiting on ice-cream, but I’d hoped to keep it up for a bit longer.
I take a deep breath to steady myself then rip the front door open. “What do you want, Colt?”
“We need to talk,” he says, his eyes are pleading, but his crossed arms and blasé stance just shout hostility.
“You already talked. You made yourself quite clear. So I’m making myself clear. Whatever it is that we were. It’s done.” I look him straight in the eyes so he knows I’m not playing.
“It’s not done. We’re not done,” he responds and I roll my eyes.
“And just like always, you don’t take what I say seriously. You were right, this would never have worked. Go home, Colt. I need to get some sleep.” I run my fingers through my hair, wincing at the state of it.
“I was wrong.” He steps towards the door, crowding my space, but I hold firm. “I was so wrong. I didn’t