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Chapter One

Sex toys got the job done, but times like now, I had to admit an actual cock—and the man attached to it—could still prove itself useful.

I didn’t love giving blood, but somehow the sensation of fangs in my skin never failed to get me off. Did I have some weird kink?

If so, I really didn’t give a fuck, at least not right now. It felt too damn good to care. And from the grinding of a hard cock against my lower back when he rolled his hips, I had to guess that Kelvin felt exactly the same.

He had his lips latched on my throat, the suction rushing shivers through my body, the swallowing sound far sexier than it had any right to be.

I arched backward against him, losing myself in so many competing sensations. It was always like this, though—always overwhelming and too much and not enough at once. No matter how many times we found ourselves like this, our bodies intertwined, our breaths a tangled, panting mess, it never failed to surprise me just how deeply I felt every last touch of his.

Kelvin withdrew his fangs and licked my neck, his saliva cool compared to my heated skin, a way of showing that he’d sealed the wound. It soothed the pain from the bite but didn’t douse the flames inside me. If anything, it made me want him more.

My brain had turned into a mess—nothing but need and desire and heat. I dug my nails into his back, through his shirt, desperate to yank the fabric from him. I wanted him bare to me, without a stitch hiding him.

“Please,” I begged, the word ragged and broken. Any other time, my wanton pleas would have humiliated me, but I was too far gone.

He grasped my chin and kissed me, his tongue still coated in blood, but I didn’t give a fuck. I sought the warmth of his mouth, teased his agile tongue, anything to have just a little more.

“This is enough.” The words came out rough through his panting breaths. They made me lightheaded, made me want to hear him say far filthier things in that same tone of voice.

Except, I knew better. Even as far gone as I felt, I knew better. This was his line, the one he always drew.

I might like it any other time, but right now?

Right now, I was horny and his self-control sucked.

I’m not the sort of girl who has to rely on a reach-around.It was great when I got one, don’t get me wrong, but if I didn’t? I could handle my own shit just fine.

So I reached down, between our bodies, and slipped my hand beneath my skirt. The flowy fabric hadn’t been the reason I’d picked this outfit, but it sure proved a benefit. I snaked my fingers into my panties to find my already-soaked cunt.

It reminded me that it had been far too long since I’d had someone stretch me just right, since I’d experienced that slight burn when a hard cock filled me. I had plenty of toys, but they didn’t do the job the same way.

It hadn’t been for weeks, not since…

A momentary vision of Harrison hit me, and I shoved it away.

I’d be damned if that mess fucked with my orgasm. It had hung around in my head for far too long, ruining my mood time and time again—I wasn’t about to let it ruin this, too.

“You’re killing me,” Kelvin whispered, his words harsh, but he didn’t stop me. “How do you expect me to hold back when you do things like this?”

“So don’t hold back.” I nipped his full bottom lip, biting it in retaliation for him denying me what I wanted.

“I already told you. If you want me, you have to tell mebeforeI bite you. I won’t do it, not when my bite has already fucked with your head.”

Which he had told me, and somehow, he’d stuck to it no matter the temptation. No matter what I did, how badly I wanted him, henevercrossed that line. He never touched me beyond the needed to make sure I didn’t go through withdrawal from the venom in his bite.

It really was annoying how he could hold himself back and I had all but zero control.

Pathetic.

Thankfully, that remained at the back of my mind, hidden behind the waves of want that filled me. I teased my clit, the hardened nub begging for attention.

What wouldn’t I give to feel Kelvin’s lips on it?

I pulled back enough to stare at his mouth, the fantasy so real and reality so close but unattainable.

“I can’t,” he whispered, the words upset and thin. “You have no idea how much I want to push you back, spread your thighs, and lick you until you scream, Grey, but I can’t.”