Moving with the careful deliberation of someone deeply drunk, I shifted forward. My knees found purchase on either side of his thighs as I settled onto his lap. His skinny black tie had somehow survived the chaos relatively intact. My fingers closed around the silk, using it to steady myself.
“What are you—”
I pressed my finger against Seb’s lips, silencing any further spiral of self-recrimination. His eyes widened as they fixed on mine.
“Putting this stupidly pretentious tie to good use.”
I yanked the silk, pulling him towards me, and smashed our mouths together.
There was no preamble, no gentle slide of lips, no tongues easing their way in.
The kiss was hard and deep and messy, pulling us both under.
Our lips crashed together like waves against rocks, desperate and wild.
His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming every inch of it.
I met him stroke for stroke, both of us frantic, as if we had mere moments left to live and needed to say everything all at once.
My feverish skin burned wherever it met his cool touch. The weight of darkness pressed around us, making every brush of fingers electric.
And I couldn’t get enough of him.
There was an ocean’s worth of starlight breaking against my ribs. Like high tide rushing in, warmth flooded every hollow space inside me. My heart swelled like a wave before it crashes, and the undertow of desire pulled me deeper.
Seb’s mouth moved against mine with a steady rhythm.
Our kisses ebbed and flowed, deep then shallow, urgent then leisurely.
I chased the metallic tang of my own blood across his tongue, the taste foreign and thrilling.
His cool lips warmed beneath my own, as each kiss felt like falling through velvet darkness.
“Sebastián,” I breathed like a prayer.
“This is what it feels like,” he murmured against my cheek, between kisses.
“What? ”
“This is what it feels like to be alive.”
My breath hitched as his hands gripped my hips, anchoring me. I pressed one hand against his chest, over the place where his beating heart once lay.
“Then I’ve been dead until now too.”
A broken noise fell from his lips, and I rocked against him, turning the sound into a deep rumble of a groan. The fog in my head abruptly cleared, like morning mist burning away under the sun. My limbs still felt heavy, but the worst of the dizziness had subsided.
Seb captured my chin. “Are you okay?”
“Very okay.”
Capturing his mouth again, I whimpered around his tongue, desperate for more as I ground my hips down on him, my cock happily hardening again. My fingers itched to tear the clothes from both our bodies—if only we weren’t blood-soaked in the wreckage of a van.
I pulled back, breathing heavily. “When you bit me, you made me…” I half nodded towards my groin, heat rising in my cheeks.
Seb’s eyes widened as understanding dawned. His fingers traced up my inner thigh, stopping at the damp patch on my jeans. Something shifted in his expression—a flash of hunger very different from before.
In one fluid motion, he flipped our positions. My back pressed against the cold metal floor of the van as he loomed over me, his curls falling forward to frame his face. The grace of the movement left me breathless.
His fingers brushed my belt buckle. “May I?”
Well then. Apparently Seb had no qualms about our situation in this wreck of a van. I nodded, not trusting my voice.
With nimble fingers, he undid my belt, and carefully worked my jeans and briefs down just enough. I sprang free, a sticky mess, and Seb’s gaze raked over me appreciatively before meeting my eyes again.
“Nice to finally see the other half,” he murmured. “The preview didn’t do you justice.”
Anticipation buzzed through every nerve ending as his cool fingers ghosted closer .
Seb kissed the soft part of my flesh just above my hip bone, and I shivered at the contact.
He pressed his cool, flat tongue against my skin.
Taking his time, he cleaned me everywhere but my dick.
With every lick, I writhed beneath him, until he pinned my thigh with a hand to still me.
My cock thickened under the attention, until the poor swollen sod was twitching, begging for Seb’s wet mouth.
He looked up at me, his eyes locked on mine. “I should have guessed that every part of you would be equally delicious.”
Finally, he took mercy on me—his mouth closed around the head of my cock, and I cried out in pleasure. His tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, teasing and tasting me.
As his mouth worked over me, my fingers traced his face reverently, mapping every perfect feature.
Watching his lips stretch around my cock had my head spinning.
The way he fluttered his tongue around the head, then licked up the length with little whimpers that vibrated through me—oh my fucking hell was Seb good at this. No, not good … amazing beyond belief.
I couldn’t help myself—my fingers twisted into his hair as I thrust up into the wet coolness of his mouth.
My whole body was drawn bowstring-tight, every nerve ending singing with pleasure as he devoured me.
His rough tongue, the way he gripped my shaft and pumped in time with his sucking—it was overwhelming, in the best way.
Then, in one earth-shattering moment, he took me impossibly deep into his throat.
Then swallowed.
My whole body jerked as pleasure crashed through me.
I came for the second time, just as hard, just as intense.
Seb fisted the base of my cock and sucked the head, swallowing every drop as I came apart beneath him.
Tremors racked through me, and when the last aftershocks faded, a deep, sated laugh bubbled up from my chest.
He took his time cleaning me with gentle licks, making sure not a drop remained, before pulling back with a satisfied hum .
“You’ll have to forgive me,” he murmured, running a hand through his dishevelled curls. “I’m a few decades out of practice.”
“Shut up,” I managed, still breathless. My head spun as I pushed myself up to sitting, tucking myself away with trembling fingers.
But I needed more. Needed him . I grabbed his tie again, pushing him back to reclaim my seat on his lap, and yanked him into a desperate kiss, tasting my saltiness on his tongue and not caring one bit.
Seb pulled away, and a whisper-soft keen trembled in the air between us. His voice, rough as burnt sugar, broke through my haze. “I can hear a car coming. Probably one of the team.”
“I don’t care.”
My hands found his hair, and I kissed him again.
After all the empty kisses with faceless tourists, after Tom’s gentle rejection, after Connor’s drunken advance that left me feeling hollow, this felt like coming home to a place I’d never known existed. This was magic spilling from Seb’s lips into mine, turning all those painful memories to dust.
So I slid my lips against his, desperate to memorise everything—the perfect bow of his upper lip, the way his tongue moved against mine.
Curiosity made me bold, and I traced his teeth with my tongue, lingering over his canines—deadly sharp even when retracted.
I tried to burn every detail into my mind: the quiet sounds he made when I pressed closer, the way his fingers dug into my hips hard enough to bruise.
If only I could see his face properly, watch those dark eyes go soft and hungry at once, count every one of his wild curls.
“More,” he whispered against my lips. His hands slid up my back, pulling me impossibly close. “Just a moment more.”
I melted into him, my body fitting against his like we’d been carved from the same stone. His mouth moved to my jaw, trailing kisses down to my throat—careful to avoid the tender spots where he’d bitten me. Shivers trilled through me as his cool lips ghosted over my skin.
Then I heard it myself—the sound of a vehicle—and reality crashed back in like a bucket of cold water. What would the others think, finding their boss tangled up with me in the back of a van, with bite marks on my neck?
I pulled back slightly, though my hands remained buried in his curls. “We should pick this up later.”
Tensing, I waited for him to challenge me—to say there would be no later . But he didn’t. And that unspoken promise steadied something inside me that had been adrift for weeks.
His fingers traced the spot where he’d bitten me, his touch feather-light. “I hurt you.”
“It only hurt for a second. I didn’t know… I didn’t know it would be like that.” So intense, so all-consuming. It was easily the most overwhelming yet extraordinary experience of my life.
And I’d do it all again, in a heartbeat.
“I’ve never felt anything like that before. It was like I was high. Impossibly high. It was…” I flailed an arm around, words failing me. “Fucking amazing.”
“When we feed, there’s this compound that releases into our saliva,” Seb explained, his thumb still stroking gentle circles on my neck.
“It releases endorphins, makes the feeding pleasurable for our prey. Historically, it helped us feed without drawing attention. That, and our ability to compel human minds. But a willing victim is far less likely to scream.”
“So you’re saying I’m not special?” I tried to sound offended, but couldn’t keep the smile from my voice.
“Actually…” Seb caught my wrist, his touch impossibly gentle. His expression shifted, becoming more serious. “There’s something I need to tell you. I should have realised it when I drank your blood from the glass.”
“What?”
“Your blood. It is special.” His eyes fixed on mine. “Each time I’ve tasted it, it’s been different. More potent. More… powerful. Like the dark magic incubating inside you is growing stronger, seeping into your blood. ”
“Really? But I feel the same, though, apart from the ice attacks and the weird dreams.”
Seb nodded. “I’m certain. Most humans would still be barely conscious after losing that much blood. The fact that you’ve recovered so quickly—”
“I’m absolutely fine,” I interjected.
“And it’s way more energising than normal blood, even fresh blood. My senses are sharper. Your blood is getting stronger and stronger. The effect it had on me tonight—healing my wound so quickly…”
He guided my hand to his ribs, pressing my palm flat against the spot where the deadwalker had torn through his flesh. Instead of the ragged wound I expected, my fingers met smooth, unbroken skin through the torn fabric of his shirt.
“That’s not possible.”
“I heal quickly, but this… This is impressive.”
“Fantastic. Demon-enhanced blood donor, at your service. I’ll be sure to leave every pint of it to you when I die.”
The joke died in the air between us. Seb’s eyebrows drew tight, lips pursing. Before he could respond, tyres screeched outside the van, followed by the sound of car doors slamming and boots pounding against concrete.
“Seb?” Kit’s voice rang out. “Fucking hell!”
Metal screamed as Kit wrenched open the only functioning back door.
His silhouette appeared in the narrow opening, broad shoulders blocking out some of the stark light from the vehicle’s headlights.
I squinted at him. For some stupid reason, I hadn’t yet moved from straddling Seb’s lap, with both of us covered in blood, my neck sporting fresh bite marks.
Mortifying .
“We’re both alright, Kit,” Seb said, his voice steady despite our awkward situation. “Don’t worry.”
Kit’s eyes narrowed as he looked between us, taking in the scene. His expression shifted from concern to something more calculating. It was painfully obvious what had happened, but surely he wouldn’t embarrass us by saying anything.
“Well, well.” Rory leaned around Kit’s shoulder with a grin. “Looks like someone’s been having a bloody good time.”
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