whisper.
“So stop resisting me. It’s pointless,” he hisses. “C’mon, Tinksley, just a little taste.” Bringing that same digit to his mouth, I watch him prick it with a quick fang. The tiniest crimson droplet appears, enrapturing what remains of my coherent attention. I swear I can just barely smell it, taste it on my tongue already.
“One taste. Just one before you leave me,” he rasps.
I don’t know how to answer that, much less what to say. I can’t even nod, yet my lips seem to part on their own in some sick anticipation to please him.
A moment later there’s a thin smear of blood painted across my lower lip. “Lick,” he commands.
I hesitate, but it’s next to nothing. My tongue sweeps out, lapping up his essence in one fluid movement. The faintest tang blasts over my taste buds like a livewire, every inch of me awakening, desperate for—
More, a hushed voice rings out in my mind, just as Callan brings his finger to my lips again. “Now suck.”
Another command, and this time around, I don’t hesitate.
Sealing my lips around the digit, I do exactly as he’s asked, hollowing my cheeks as I beckon his lifesource outward. The taste is still quite faint, but...It tastes so good.
Good enough that a soft moan leaves me as I shut my eyes, savoring this moment, savoring him, just as he wanted.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, there’s that nagging reminder that I shouldn’t be doing this. If I lose control, I’ll complete the transition, but I can’t fucking stop.
Can’t. Stop.
I’m still sucking, seeking out more of that sharp, metallic tang, when the rest of his fingers enclose around my jaw, pulling me closer.
His scent invades me, spurring me on as his lips graze my cheek, that deft, free hand of his threading into my hair, locking into a fist at the roots. “I usually take things without permission, but God,” he exhales harshly, “I really want to kiss you right now.”
Holy…
I wasn’t expecting that.
My eyes snap back open, lips ceasing their hold. I ease back, daintily wiping the damp corners of my mouth. “Why?”
I’m pulled closer still, impossibly so. “Because you can’t die without one last kiss.”
♫ In For The Kill (Remix)- Skrillex ♫
My cock’s about to explode.
Right there between her legs.
Each second that ticks by with her in my lap kicks the fucker up another notch.
“You can kiss me when I’m dead,” she breathes, grinding her hips against me.
I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it, but I sure as fuck do, hissing through my teeth. My dick strains beneath my slacks, begging to be freed from it’s now too tight confines. I’ve been willing the bastard to remain calm, at ease.
But fuck calm.
What is calm?
How can he or I be any such thing when her scent continues filling my nostrils? When her mewls and moans appeal to the beast within? She’s assaulting all of my senses, a delicious little morsel I want to devour.
And I know she wants me to as well.
“If I’m kissing you, it’s right here, right now.” I trap her ass in a hellish grip. I shouldn’t be fucking groping her like this, I know this, but I can’t fucking hold back anymore, not after what just happened. She sucked my goddamn finger, for fuck’s sake. “I want you to remember it when you cross to the other side, all of it.”
“Is that even possible? Will I remember anything?”
“I don’t know, and right now, I don’t particularly care. What I care about is this.” Lips to the corner of her mouth, I breathe her in, eliciting another roll of her hips. “Stop averting and answer me. Will you let me be your last kiss?”
Still no answer.
Although, if the rapid tempo of her breathing says anything at all, it’s that she wants to say yes. What’s stopping her is that rationale of hers. A few days ago I would have dared to say it was iron-clad. Now? Not so much. The abrupt bounce of her emotions, how her body responds to me; it speaks the truth.
She’s torn, straying further and further away from keeping her decision intact, and the more time that passes in which she doesn’t feed, the harder it’ll be, period.
I’d be lying if said that doesn’t appease me, that I don’t want her to lose control.
I want her to lose it entirely, and losing it for me?
The fucking cheery on top.
“Why does it feel like you’ve been waiting years for this moment?” she asks, pinning