Page 11 of Bite Me
Russel grinned, and with those fangs exposed, his smile looked sinister as fuck. Then he pressed his mouth to my wrist.
At first, I felt his warm lips and tongue. Like an open-mouthed kiss. I sucked in a breath.
Then came the sting.
I knew the little snippet of pain was coming but it still shocked me. And God help me, but I liked that too.
“Mmhmm.” Russel closed his eyes, and his shoulders lifted with a heavy sigh.
The suction was tender. A slight chill spread along my vein—my blood leaving my body. I watched Russel swallow.
A mere heartbeat later, he swiped his tongue over the twin wound, and it was over. The two red dots on my wrist closed as if I were looking at sped-up footage of a healing process.
He kissed my palm and brought my hand to his neck. His irises glowed with a warmer shade of gold, and his pupils grew. He looked strangely surprised as if searching my face for something. Then he cupped my head and pulled me closer for another kiss. I expected to taste my own blood in his mouth, but I didn’t. Only him.
He kissed me deeply, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
And then…
Oh!
A wave of heat rushed up my spine. I arched in Russel’s arms. My cock was throbbing, my balls aching, and my nipples itched.
Oh my fucking God!
Whimpering, I rubbed myself against him. I needed to come. I needed to come so badly I could weep.
Easily, as if I weighed nothing, he lifted me into his lap so I straddled him. I moaned, but he silenced me with another deep kiss. With both hands on my ass, he urged me to thrust against him.
I rutted in his lap, humping his hard cock through the material of our pants. I couldn’t stop.
“Take what you need, I got you.” His low voice filled my head as his teeth scraped my earlobe. “Will you come for me?”
I did.
It had been seconds.
I stiffened in his arms, and he tucked my face into the crook of his neck just in time to muffle my cries. I’d forgotten I was in public.
Twitching, I filled my briefs with my release. Then I slumped with my head on his shoulder.
Holy shit.
Did that really happen? I panted against Russel’s neck, my limbs like jelly. He stroked my back up and down and kissed my forehead.
“Are you okay?”
“What happened?”
“That was all you. You react beautifully to my venom,” he said with a smile in his voice.
No shit. I’d dry-humped him in public. My cum soaked my underwear. I was a mess. From one little bite? Was that normal?
“And I like the taste of your blood. I like it a lot, Eddie.” His voice sounded somehow deeper. Darker. “Let me feed from you, sweetheart. I’ll make you feel so good.”
I felt his erection on my inner thigh. It was big. Threateningly so.
My body was thrumming, my skin tight as if I was about to burst. Russel pressed his lips to the side of my neck and licked the soft skin there.
