I swallow hard against the food I’m wishing I had waited to dig into now that this conversation has taken a fucked up twist.
“Oh. Wow. I wasn’t expecting that,” I murmur with a flushed face.
He doesn’t flinch or crack a grin. He stares very intensely and expectantly while leaning in all the closer.
“It’s fairly obvious you like it now that you’re with him. I always assumed you weren’t into it. Why didn’t you ever do it with me?”
Fuck. This is so not an omelet conversation. This is a conversation to have after fifty shots of tequila.
“Because you couldn’t do it back,” I mumble vaguely, and then I guzzle the orange juice set aside for me.
“So. It’s not like both people have to bite in order to enjoy a blood fuck,” he says so casually, and I almost strangle as the orange juice sputters free from my mouth.
He smirks as he hands me a napkin, and he stares expectantly as I dry my mouth from the expelled citrus traitor. I finally sigh in defeat, and then I look around to make sure no one is close enough to hear.
“We’re alone,” he says mildly. “Tell me.”
“Because you’re a full blood. You crave the vein. I didn’t think it would be fair to make you watch me take your blood in my mouth knowing you couldn’t do the same to me,” I explain, quickly breaking the uncomfortable eye contact.
He smirks, and then his hands rest on the countertop beside me as his body hovers over mine.
“So you wanted to blood fuck me?” he smolders, his eyes dancing dangerously as salacious fantasies swirl through his mind.
Oh hell yes I did - so, so, so badly.
I swallow hard against the imaginary knot in my throat as I stare into the pale eyes daring me to try and look away again.
“Yes, but I didn’t want it to torture you. It wasn’t worth it.”
“It wouldn’t have tortured me, Araya. I don’t crave the vein the way you think I do. I’ve never had it from a human, so it’s easy to deny. Since it’s only human blood that affects me, I wouldn’t have been the least bit jealous. I could drink straight from a full blood’s vein anytime I want to, but it’s nothing that interests me. I would have loved it if you had blood fucked me, and I regret having never asked you about this sooner.”
He’s sexy tone is in full stride, and I’m doing all I can to stay composed. I’m not used to this bold, dirty-talking Brazen. Where has he been all this time?
“I never thought you were into that sort of thing. The roughest you ever were was after I fed you blood from my mouth. I just thought the human blood transfer turned you on the way it did me. You were always so… gentle the rest of the time,” I hesitantly stutter.
He smirks more menacingly, and he steps in between my legs before jerking my hips to him.
“That’s only because I thought that’s what you wanted. I can be rough, baby - as rough as you want me to be,” he seduces, and I’m fucking throbbing right now.
What the fuck?
“I’m with Hale,” my dry mouth quivers out.
“I don’t give a fuck. You’ll always be my girl, and one day I’ll prove to you I’m not just gentle. The night after you saved me, your teeth were so close to breaking my skin, and I just knew you were finally going give yourself to me in that way. That’s what turned me on - that’s why I got so rough. I lost it for a minute, desperate to feel your blood bringers pierce my skin. I should have fucked you in the backseat of the damn car, but I thought you were just acting irrationally because of how close I came to dying that day. I had no idea that’s the sort of kink you were into.”
I suddenly feel a little turned off by his phrasing. He really does think I’m like the early ones of my kind, and the stigma that has haunted our kind for centuries continues to plague me even in his eyes.
“So you do think I’m some fucked up sex freak because I’m a hybrid,” I huff out, and then he tilts my head back up so that my eyes meet his.
“No. I think I let you stay caged up when you’re one fearless woman. I find your kink incredibly hot, and I feel like a complete dumbass for not capitalizing on it sooner. I’ll have my chance though, and shit will be different.”
Fuck my life.
He backs away just as Hale comes back on board. I feel a little off now to say the least. Brazen and I lived together for two years, and we barely knew each other. I don’t know how we managed to learn so little about the other.
“How’s your food?” Hale chirps as he pulls me off the countertop.
Cold by now.
