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I reached out and touched his belly piercing with the hand that had been holding my shirt, catching Phil off guard. His breathing stalled out, which would’ve never happened without the serum.

Honestly, I liked the way his every reaction showed on his body. It was nice to see the man react, and it gave me an odd feeling in my stomach.

Phillip’s eyes shot over to mine before he captured my hand and led it back to my shirt. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as his fingers brushed along my bra.

“Try not to move, yeah?”

His expression was hungrier than I was used to. It made me want to tease him.

When I smirked, the other Hunter heaved a short, powerful breath. Watching him, I tugged my shirt a bit higher and exposed the line of my cleavage in an all-black bra. The Austrian’s stare strayed down to my breasts before jerking away, and I felt like I’d somehow won. It gave me a superior feeling to know what I did held any power over a man like Phillip.

“We’ll heal the wound like the first piercing. This specialized tonic will counteract a full heal, so the skin won’t swallow the metal and reform after the serum wears off. It’ll take a few minutes longer than your nose as a result.”

The pretend Biology teacher didn’t let on right away that he was the smart science type, but he was. Phillip seemed to know his stuff. Go figure Phillip would hide his nerdy side. But the older Hunter explained earlier how the concoction worked with our regeneration abilities and made piercing possible. Unfortunately, I was a little too drunk to remember all the details the way he explained them.

“Because the piercing is a little deeper, hmm?” I snarked, giggling to myself.

Phillip glanced up at me, lips quirked up seductively. “Something like that.”

A second later, pain hit and then a long metal bar occupied my belly button. Phillip wiped away the blood, then drizzled the special tonic over my belly.

I lazily watched from my place above him as the Hunter’s fingers glided across my stomach, almost as if he couldn’t help himself. Without my heightened senses, his touch wasn’t as strong, but it still felt incredibly good. I shut my eyes to bask in the pleasure and let deep gulps of air fill my lungs.

“Thank you,” I murmured, opening my eyes.

The dark-haired Austrian watched me quietly, then his hand slipped down to the space above my hips. Watching me for any sign of distress, the older man teased the stretchy waistline of my leggings.

My breathing came faster the closer his fingers got to the space between my thighs, his hand expertly finding its way into my pants. Then my chest hitched when Phillip’s fingers dipped down and swiped. Battered by sensation, I stiffened and the toned hills of my abdominals were quickly exposed. Reactively, Phillip pulled his hand away.

Worried I’d put him off, I quickly captured his arm and shook my head. “Keep going,” I breathed hotly. “Don’t grow a conscience on me now.”

His lips quirked up. “You’re a pretty bossy drunk.”

“Does it turn you off?”

Before I could fully finish my question, the vampire hunter’s face was already coming in close. His fingers stroked a rough line along the wet slit between my thighs before his lips stopped just short of mine.

“Not a chance.”

My lips were devoured with an urgency I wasn’t prepared to feel before the kiss ended abruptly, and a noise left my throat that didn’t sound anything like me.

It was riddled with displeasure.

Smirking, the other Hunter took hold of my chin with his thumb and index finger, tilting it so our eyes made contact. “If anything, I can’t promise I’ll be gentle if you keep talking like that.”

His hot breath bathed my wet lips.

“You need to tell me if this isn’t what you want. Tell me very clearly what you want, V.” The blue-eyed Austrian’s lips ghosted over mine, keeping me enthralled and spellbound. “Because I’m going to fuck you.” His tongue traced my lower lip and I gasped. “I’m going to fuck you so thoroughly you won’t forget a damn thing in the morning.”

Unable to respond, I sucked in another breath.

“You’re going to remember everything I do to you, V, and there’s no running away from it tomorrow.”

I didn’t know what was hotter: his brazen, promising words, or the clever fingers working between my legs. Either way, I was shaking and overstimulated, completely under attack and loving it.

“Tell me what you want,” Phillip demanded roughly, head dropping so he could suck on my neck. “Tell me you want me.”

A desperate moan escaped my open mouth as I succumbed to the intense pleasure of his fingers. I couldn’t fathom a feeling greater than what he was doing, but I knew better. If anyone could teach me how intense pleasure was, it was Phillip.