by J. E. Cluney
And hot damn.
He stood in nothing but some black briefs, and he was definitely made of marble and designed as a piece of art.
Those chiseled abs, he was certainly giving Skip a run for his money in that department.
“Really, you’re thinking of Skip right now?” he groaned as he slid onto the bed to hover over me.
“You gotta admit, your housemates are all good looking,” I breathed.
“If you let them, they’d probably all have you in a heartbeat,” he chuckled as he swooped down to claim my mouth again.
My mind strayed to the other three men in the house, and the image of them all coveting me made heat scorch through me.
Marcus smiled against my mouth but didn’t break our kiss. Was he seeing my dirty thoughts? Probably.
And then I could see what he was planning to do, how he was going to have his fun with me, take it slow, enjoy it.
And…
“You’re going to bite me?” I broke the kiss, my mouth curving upward.
“Unless you don’t want me to,” he purred, but I could see the disappointment in his eyes.
“No, I’ve just never… been bitten,” I murmured as my fingers danced across his chest. So cool to touch, and yet the fire between us was like nothing else.
“I won’t hurt you, VB,” he said softly as he dove down to capture my mouth once more.
He didn’t break our kiss as he worked my jacket off.
Our bodies entwined, and my hands explored his almost naked body as his hands strayed under my shirt once more. He teased my nipples, drawing soft moans from me before pulling my top clean off.
In a movement I barely captured, he’d ducked down and yanked my pants and underwear off, leaving me completely naked beneath him.
“Not fair, you still have them on,” I pouted as my fingers slid down to tug on the waistband of his briefs.
He growled as he caught my mouth, pushing his body down against mine, sending chilly shivers through me.
I loved it.
When he broke the kiss this time to allow me to breathe, he sat right back, those icy eyes trailing over me with a delicious, sly smile. My eyes fell to the erection pushing against his briefs, and I fought the urge to reach out and touch it. To trail my fingers over it and pump it, making him moan in anticipation.
“How do you look so damn good if all you do is play games on the laptop?” I mused as he leaned over me again.
“Wow, you really want to ask that right now?” he scoffed as he cocked his head. Fuck, he looked divine right now.
“I got turned looking like this. I retain this figure no matter what. And being a supe before, I didn’t have to try hard to look this good,” he snickered as his head dipped to nibble on my earlobe.
I sighed as I ran my fingers down his cool back, wishing he’d take those wretched briefs off so I could feel all of him.
“Do they bother you?” he murmured as he leaned back, his fingers trailing along my collarbone and settling on the two small scars on it.
“Sometimes, if people see them. I guess I was lucky he only went for areas not easily visible.”
Marcus frowned, sitting back as those soft fingertips danced down across my breast and to my abdomen, where another small, ugly scattering of them was.
“He never did pay, did he?” Marcus growled.
I was in his head again, seeing the images he’d seen in my own replaying. My aunt’s first boyfriend, Brett, was pinning me down, holding his cigarette over my collarbone. He’d disapproved of the low-cut dress I was wearing at the time, and he wanted me to pay for it.
“Tell me, little one, how does it feel, how does it feel for your flesh to burn?”
“Your back too,” Marcus murmured as he moved to hover over me again, his eyes pained and sad.
Way to kill the mood.
Brett had moved to marking only my back when someone at school had caught sight of some of them. I’d had to make some crappy lie up.
“You really think they believed that it was a pencil that did that?” Marcus sighed.
“I was nine, it was the best lie I had,” I muttered.
“Lucas could probably do a spell or potion to get rid of them, if you wanted,” he murmured as he dipped down to leave a gentle kiss against the scars on my collarbone.
“Do they bother you?” I asked softly, my stomach tightening at the thought.
He thought for a moment before answering. “No, they’re a part of who you were, how you became who you are now. But sometimes, you need to completely let go of the past to move on, to have a better life. And sometimes, we need help with that.”
“Have you moved on?”
“No, not really,” he admitted with a small smirk. “I never said it was easy.”
“You know, we were going to have sex, and then you killed it,” I sighed.
“Oh, did I?” he gave me a sly smile. “I’m sure I can fix that.”
He moved in to kiss me again, this time some of the hunger was gone, and instead it was a sweet, deep kiss, one of understanding and need.
One I’d never felt before.
His left hand strayed to my left breast, caressing it and rubbing the nipple, sending hot shivers throughout my body.
His other hand danced its way down to rest on my hip, and he ground down into me, rubbing himself against me.
I moaned as I closed my eyes, my hands moving to run down his chest and settle on his waistband.
He pulled back to move to kiss my neck once more.
“You are so tempting, VB,” he purred.
“And you’re a tease,” I groaned as I hooked my fingers into his waistband, intent to pull them down and free that arousal. I wanted to finally see it, to feel it.
“Uh-uh, not so fast,” Marcus chuckled as he caught my hands. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
He pinned my hands out to the sides, cocking his head before a dark look filled his eye.
I saw what he planned to do, and quivered at the idea.
He flitted off the bed and returned in seconds with a belt.
“Trust me?” he murmured, and I managed a small nod.
If you asked me yesterday, you might have gotten a different answer. But I knew him inside and out now, somehow, and I knew he’d never hurt me.
He strapped my hands to the metal rails at the top of the bed. It was elegantly welded into swirls, giving it a gothic, whimsical look. It suited him perfectly.
With my hands now bound, he got to work, exploring my body with his mouth and hands.
“A little birdie told me your orgasms taste like honey,” Marcus purred as he nipped my nipple and drew a squeak from me.
“Of course you heard that,” I muttered, but the heat was turning into a desperate throb between my legs now.
God, I wanted him inside, so fucking badly.
“Being a vampire means I don’t eat, if I do, I can’t taste anything, I’m wondering If I’ll be able to taste that,” he mused, his cool breath washing over my nipple and making me shiver.
Damn, the thought of that devilish face between my legs, that tongue flicking out, tasting me. I moaned as I arched up. God, he was going to kill me with this teasing.
He nipped my nipple again, this time a little harder than the first time, and I gasped, following it with a moan as he engulfed my nipple with his mouth. He sucked and swirled his tongue over it, using his other hand to knead and stroke my other breast, all the while occasionally grinding against me. I was dripping with desire, I knew it. I could feel it.
He pushed his clothed dick against my wetness, and he moaned against my nipple blissfully as I soaked the front of his briefs with my own arousal.
“I didn’t think you were such a minx,” he moaned. “But I know better now.”
Right, he’d seen everything. All my tinder flings, my one-night stands. Keith, my second boyfriend, all the fun stuff we’d gotten up to.
My mind was pulled back into the here and now as he switched side
s, favoring my right breast now. His hand had other plans though.
I arched into him as his fingers swooped down to brush across my thigh and then came to rest on my inner thigh in an utterly annoying way. He was so close, just do it already.
“You’re going to finish for me, VB,” he purred as he nuzzled my breast.
Hell, I didn’t doubt he was wrong there. I’d never felt anything like this crazy desire before, not with any of my previous partners. I needed him, and I knew that once he was inside me, there would be nothing but bliss.
Those fingers danced over my inner thigh as he continued suckling, and I quivered and moved beneath him, desperate for more.
After a few excruciating moments, those fingers finally found their way to my arousal, getting slick with desire as he moved them around my entrance, lubing his fingers. Not that he needed to.
I shuddered and gasped as he slipped his forefinger in, and he moaned against me.
“You’re so warm,” he rasped.
I’d adjusted to his cool body, actually grateful for it considering how hot I’d gotten now.
He began stroking my walls inside with soft, deliberate motions as I let out soft mews.
He moved his face up to kiss me again, and I deepened it as I moved against him, moaning in ecstasy as he inserted another finger.
He knew what he was doing as his thumb began swirling over my clit, my moans growing louder as he worked on me.
I pulled against my restraints, wanting to touch him and hold him, but he just chuckled against me.
He broke the kiss to shimmy down my body, and I just watched through hooded eyes as he stopped down between my legs, his fingers still working on me. The moonlight glinted off his raven hair through the opening in the curtains, the little sliver giving us enough light to see.
“Look how excited you are,” he purred, that cool breath brushing my inner thigh and sending sweet tingles through me.
I closed my eyes as that wet tongue flicked out to slide over my thigh before he followed it with a gentle kiss.
“You love to fucking tease,” I growled.
“Now, listen to that, our little pixie swears,” he chuckled, his fingers slowing in the motions which made me squirm against him.
I twinged as his cool breath washed over my wetness instead, and then he was tasting me, that cool, wet tongue flicking over my folds as he continued to caress my g-spot expertly.
He nuzzled and kissed around my entrance, and then those perfect lips settled against my clit, and I moaned as his tongue flicked over it. He teased and tempted me, the ecstasy coiling deep inside me, building up as he began suckling my clit.
I gasped and moaned as he used his free hand to hold me in place when I began to rock and writhe against him.
So goddamn good, so close.
I wanted that orgasmic bliss, I could feel it coming, that utter perfection and euphoria.
I almost screamed in agony when he pulled away, removing his mouth and hands from my wetness when I was on the brink of release.
And then it came like a tidal wave as those fangs pierced my inner thigh.
I arched and quaked with the rippling orgasm, stars dancing before my eyes as energy and satisfaction tore through me.
And it didn’t stop. Wave after wave rolled through me as he drank from me, and I lolled my head back as I trembled and shook with each one.
It died down after a few moments, and I felt Marcus release my thigh, running his thumb over puncture marks. I knew what he was doing. He’d bitten his thumb and was healing my tiny punctures with his own blood. Another way to link us.
“Goddamn, it’s sparkly,” he snickered as his tongue lapped at my orgasmic juices, and he moaned blissfully.
“And it’s fucking honey,” he sighed against my folds as he savored my sweet juices.
I couldn’t move as I lay sweaty and sated, my chest heaving in the aftermath of that incredible orgasm.
I’d never experienced anything like it.
Now I understood the fascination fae had with vamps, why they got with them even if it was a little risky. And I knew I tasted like sweet goodness to Marcus.
“Damn,” he sighed as he cleaned me completely, licking up every last drop.
I knew instantly that he was a little disappointed he couldn’t have more fun with me, considering he’d accidentally finished while feeding off me. He’d never fed from a fae before.
And it gave him the same rush and orgasmic effect that his bite did for me, if he was in that headspace.
He slithered up to lie beside me, undoing the belt to release my hands.
“How was it?” he purred in my ear. I knew I didn’t have to say it out loud. It had been utterly amazing.
He just nuzzled me and urged me to roll over so he could spoon me.
If you’d have asked me a week ago if I’d be falling asleep in his arms, I would’ve laughed in your face.
But that’s exactly what happened.
17
Marcus.
Wayne crept into the room, padding over to Allison’s bed. She was only fourteen at the time, but he’d had a few drinks, and her aunt had already gone to bed.
Allison was pretending to be asleep, the blanket rising and falling with her steady, forced breathing.
He didn’t care as he wiped his mouth, a smirk forming. Allison was peering at him through her eyelashes, hoping he’d miraculously leave.
He’d never left before.
Why would he start this night?
My eyes shot open as I drew in a sharp breath, and I turned to look at Allison, looking so content and perfect as she slept, doused in a soft glow from the moonlight.
How could she be so sweet and caring despite what her aunt’s second boyfriend had done to her? Hell, what they’d both done to her?
Why was she so willing to move past it? I knew it still hurt her, and yet, the nightmares that scared her the most were the ones where she got burned by her aunt’s first boyfriend, Brett. Maybe it was because Wayne had died an ugly death.
He’d paid for his crimes against her.
But Brett, he was still kicking.
I reached out to stroke her arm, causing her to shiver at the cool touch. I sighed as I quietly slipped out of bed and tucked her in with the blanket. I didn’t need to sleep anyway, but falling asleep with her in my arms, that had been perfect. And yet, so strange.
I’d been drawn to her from the moment I saw her, but last night, things went crazy after that dream. I had to have her in some way, and as much as I wanted to connect our bodies, I fought it.
I couldn’t shake the knowledge that she’d been abused, and I wanted her to feel completely safe with me before I did that with her. So instead, I tasted her, and she was just as incredible as I’d thought a fae would be. Not to mention her juices. It was the first time I’d tasted anything but the coppery, metallic taste of blood. Her blood had been sweeter, but her juices, they’d been sweet nectar. Honey.
And it was addictive. I’d lapped every last drop up.
I couldn’t have had her anyway, I’d orgasmed just from tasting her blood. So sweet and intoxicating, so overwhelming on the senses. I could feel her own orgasms pulsing through her, wave after blissful wave, and I’d joined her in her finish. I would’ve needed a few minutes to recharge at least.
There was much to her that I suddenly knew too. Like how she had always felt like the odd one out, the one cut off from the supernatural world, despite her aunt and cousin being a part of it.
I knew of her previous partners and one-night stands, and I knew she longed for a new toy thanks to joining our house. We were all too tempting.
A pang of jealousy tore through me, but I shoved it aside as I dressed and sat down at my desk.
Just because we had this special connection didn’t mean we were a thing now. Did I want to screw her and make her mine? Yes.
But a part of me was still uncertain, still wary about letting her in, even though I knew everything there
was to know about her.
How could she ever love a creature like me? One of the night? Who lived only for blood?
No. I’d keep this from becoming more. Did I still want to have her? Hell yes. But only when she wanted me to. I’d make it on her terms. I knew she felt for the others too, especially Oliver. But the other two had grown on her over the last week as well. Days spent having lunch together, spending the daylight hours in the afternoon studying or watching Kit and Red play PlayStation. And she was curious about Lucas, she had figured out he was bisexual. I wondered if she’d seen the full truth from my mind? I’d seen everything about her, but not really the friendships, not in depth, just a basic overview. Maybe she’d seen the same. Knew the same.
I sighed as I ran a hand through my hair.
What the hell was this anyway? Why had this happened? The magic I’d felt during that dream, and then in the strange linking of our minds, it was unique. Something I’d never felt or seen before. And I was certain it had come from her.
She was more than a pixie/werewolf mix. I knew that for certain. I’d talk to Lucas, see what he could find.
Because she deserved to know. She knew there was something different about her, and not just as a pixie, she’d sensed it for a long time but pretended not to, not wanting to believe it. She needed answers. We all did.
Because right now, it felt like she was a part of me. A part I wanted to protect and cherish, to make as happy as possible. Was this what love felt like?
I scoffed. Love. As if.
No, this was some magic binding. Something I couldn’t fight. Maybe it could be undone. I didn’t care if it wasn’t though. It wasn’t so bad, having someone to talk to. Someone who knew absolutely everything. No pretending to understand. She truly did. And it made us closer than I’d ever felt with my three good friends in this house.
I pulled out the bottom drawer of the desk, staring hard at the sketchbook in there with the pencil case on top.
It’d been so long since I’d drawn. But she looked so beautiful tonight. So peaceful and perfect. I wanted to capture it, highlight every little detail I could see as she slept.
And for the first time in years, I pulled out my sketchbook and pencil.