Page 36 of Bitten By Desire (Crooked Point #1)

Tuesday

“This isn’t a game, Emma,” Callum said.

“I know it’s not a game. Because only you can win.

You know I’m completely at your mercy, Callum.

You can say practically anything to get me to undress for you.

I didn’t get on that train even though my head was screaming at me to.

Because you asked me to stay. And I don’t know how to tell you no.

I don’t want to tell you no. Everything between us has been rigged from the start. ”

I held my palm out to him. “I’m willing to risk it because I’m in love with you.”

He lowered his eyebrows as he stared at me.

A part of me hoped he’d say it back. But was he really even capable of love? I wanted him to be. I wanted this to be real. I grabbed his hand and placed mine in his. “Either you don’t kill me and we can be together. Or you do. And you put me out of my misery.”

His golden eyes started to darken as he stared at me.

Fuck. I knew I was a goner. I knew this man would be the death of me. I closed my eyes tight, waiting for him to bite me.

“Look at me, Emma.”

I shook my head.

“I need you to look at me.”

I squeezed my eyes shut tighter .

“I need you to open your eyes. I need to know that you’re here with me. Watching me. You being close to me soothes me.”

I slowly opened my eyes and stared at him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you last night. I didn’t want you to run away from me. But here we are standing in the middle of a train station anyway.”

I pressed my lips together.

“I didn’t want you to know, because I didn’t want you to be scared. I’m not a monster. But this is your fantasy, right?” He lifted my palm to his lips and he groaned. “You’re going to be my undoing, Emma.”

“I don’t want to be your undoing. I just want you to love me back.”

His eyes darkened even more. “Emma,” he said as he inhaled the scent of my blood on my hand. “I’ve been in love with you for ten years.” And then his tongue slowly traced the lifeline on my palm. Another groan escaped his lips. “So. Fucking. Sweet.”

I was completely frozen watching him. Waiting for something to happen. But he just licked my palm again. Slower this time. It shouldn’t have been so erotic. But it practically felt like he was tracing my wetness. I felt it everywhere. It was all consuming.

He closed his eyes like he was in pain. His jaw tensed.

I knew he was trying to maintain control. And I also knew what he said he needed more than blood. Me. I grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him.

His tongue tasted like metal. And his kiss was more forceful that it had ever been before as he slammed my back against the wall.

“I need more,” he panted .

I could do more. I ran my hand down his exposed chest and abs and let my fingers slip beneath the waistband of his pants. He was already as hard as stone. When he said blood excited him, I didn’t exactly know what he meant. But now I did.

He growled when I wrapped my hand around his length. Not in a scary way like Bennett and his friends. But in a possessive way. A way that screamed he needed me just as much as I needed him.

He bit down on my lip, and I tasted fresh blood this time. But it didn’t hurt. Kissing him like this was just what I wanted. He was right. Thoughts of him being rough with me had consumed my dreams.

“More.” He pressed me harder against the wall. And his tongue traced the bruise he’d left on my neck.

I tilted my head to the side. I’d let him take whatever he wanted.

“Fuck,” he hissed and took a step back from me.

His eyes were so dark that they were almost black. His chest rose and fell fast as he tried to calm down.

The light flickered above us.

I was staring at a vampire.

In a creepily lit abandoned train station.

I should have been scared. But my brain was twisted from missing him for ten years. All I could focus on was how sexy he looked without his shirt in the dim light. And how fucking wet I was.

I stared at him and slowly traced my tongue along my bottom lip. Where he’d just bit me. His eyes followed the path of my tongue.

“I need you,” he said, his voice tight. “Now.”

I looked down the train tracks to see if any more trains were coming .

“Now, Emma,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I think there’s a restroom in…”

He stepped forward, ripped my leggings and thong practically in half, and wrapped my legs around his waist.

Holy shit.

It took him all of two seconds before he was filling me with every inch of his hard cock.

God. I shivered as the coolness of his skin hit me. There was no better feeling than being filled with him. I buried my fingers in his hair. He kissed me harder, the metallic taste more prominent than before.

I should have been horrified. I should have pushed him away. Slapped him. Stabbed him with a wooden stake. But I just kissed him back as he slammed into me harder.

He groaned as his lips fell to my neck again. And he sucked on my skin where there was already a bruise.

I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t cry out. I didn’t want him to stop. I never wanted him to stop.

The combination of his hard cock inside of me and his lips on my neck was driving me insane. All I could think about was more. Just like him. I wanted all of it.

His teeth gently traced down my exposed skin. Not cutting through my flesh, but I didn’t hate the idea of it. I’d give him anything he needed.

I tilted my head back even more and he groaned.

If this was him unhinged, I fucking loved it. I wrapped my legs tighter around him. He slammed into me harder.

A whimper escaped my throat and he pulled back slightly. But the whimper wasn’t because I was scared. It was because I was desperate for more .

Callum’s cold lips soothed the skin on my neck with gentle kisses as he thrust into me faster.

He’d tasted my blood. And he wasn’t killing me. He wasn’t even hurting me. He was just driving me crazy.

The long, lazy horn of an upcoming train sounded in the distance. I turned to see it, but Callum grabbed my chin and turned me back to look at him.

“Callum…” my voice died in my throat as his dark eyes locked with mine. It was like he was daring me to tell him to stop. And I didn’t really want to. I was so fucking close. So close. I moaned as he slammed into me harder.

And then he leaned forward and slowly traced his tongue along the bite on my lip, licking up the blood.

Fuck.

I came. While he licked me. While the train was only seconds away from seeing us.

He groaned and closed his eyes. And after a few more thrusts inside me, he opened his eyes and they were perfectly golden again.

I wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. Had he had enough blood for one night? Was him releasing himself inside of me just as intoxicating as tasting me?

The train honked again.

Shit.

Callum smiled as he slowly slid out of me. “You love putting yourself in these situations, don’t you?”

I gaped at him.

“I’m only kidding. This one was on me. I…I needed you.”

The lights flickered again and when Callum’s face was relit, his smile was gone.

“I needed you too,” I said .

He lowered his eyebrows. As if he didn’t like my response. And then he turned away from me. He grabbed his shirt off the ground and put it over my shoulders. Luckily it was long enough to cover my ass. Because he’d ripped my leggings. Callum shrugged on his jacket.

The tracks squealed as the train started to brake.

My hair whipped across my face.

Callum reached out and pushed my hair back. He stared down at me as the train came to a stop.

And even though he’d just proved to me that he could control himself. Even though we’d both just said we loved each other. He was staring at me like he was still tortured. Like there was something holding him back.

He ran his thumb along the bite on my lip. And then he looked at the side of my neck. He winced. “Fuck, Emma. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“What?” I grabbed the side of my neck. “Why are you apologizing? I loved every second of that.”

He shook his head and let his fingers fall from my face. He took another step back from me.

What was he doing? I pulled my hand off my neck and looked down at my palm. There was more blood there than there had been from my cut. He’d bit me. But he hadn’t drained my blood or anything. I’d wanted him to do it.

“You got the proof you wanted,” Callum said. “You were right. About all of it.”

Yeah. He’d controlled himself. He wasn’t a monster. “So why are you staring at me like this is goodbye?”

“Because it’s time for you to get on that train, Emma.”