The sucking, gluttonous slurps as Felix took me inside him—in every way he knew how—filled my head. I buzzed from the inside out, fireworks bursting behind my lids as his venom flooded my body. More and more, over and over. Icy hot. It burned-burned-burned.
It burned—it.
It.
It.
It—
Oh.
The last thought I had as my head fell back against the couch, my hands falling limp at my sides, slipped through numb lips. “You look like an angel.”
“Oh, Marshall.” Felix made a greedy, hungry sound, his eyes dark with heat.
Through a fog, I watched as Felix pulled back, then sliced his own wrist open with his teeth, slippery red blood staining our suits as he pressed it to my mouth. Hot, coppery wet, his blood filled my mouth—but all I could think—
All I could think was that I love, love, love, loved him.
And I was honored to have the opportunity to do it forever.
Forever.
Forever.
Forever.
Floppy hats or not.
Felix was right, by the way.
Everything was better when I was turned. The burning clutch of his body—suddenly warm now that we were both temperature-challenged. The sound of his breath—shuddery and soft when I fucked into him, glancing off his prostate till his eyes rolled back. The way he moaned, the way he clutched at me, hot-tight-hot.
I buzzed-buzzed-buzzed.
My stomach growled, aching, aching—
Still buried inside Felix’s body, my own teeth found his neck—sinking inside him as a vicious, needy hunger burned through my body. Hungry, hungry, hungry. Empty, empty, empty.
“That’s it,” Felix moaned, voice low. His fingers found my hair, twisting tight into it as he swiveled his hips. For once, mine had stilled—even my need to fuck stalled as the hunger overtook my body. “Take what you need, sweetheart. I’m here.”
Felix had told me when he had been turned it was a scary, lonely experience.
I felt nothing of the sort.
The world shifted—the floor moving—and suddenly, I realized I’d been the one to move us. Felix was on his back, his legs around my waist, his throat parting beneath my teeth. I tried to be gentle. I tried—but I—
Oh fuck.
Yes.
Please, please, please.
Hot, slippery, delicious blood filled my mouth. I gasped and sobbed, taking more—taking as much as I could, slurping, insatiable. Felix swiveled his hips again, and I realized—belatedly—that I’d started fucking him again.
Inside his tight, wet, delicious heat.
Then out—only to push back in with a snap of my hips.
