Page 117 of Blood Day

His words stirred the fire inside me, renewing the inferno seeking to destroy my veins.

I hated him for it.

Hated how easily his words provoked such a response.

It was all just a game to him to see if I would follow his orders just so he could humiliate me again.

But a broken part of me wanted to beg.

That shattered part of me wanted to matter, to seek my own pleasure, to make him follow through on his word.

Because I deserved better than this. I didn’t want to be a piece of food to be toyed with before a meal.

I wanted more.

I wanted his wicked promises and dark touch.

I wanted the version of Cedric from our shower.

Was he even real?

There was only one way to find out.

To play his game.

He could deny me again. But I would expect it this time. Some new twist.

And that infuriated me.

It made me want to shake him and force his head between my legs, to truly demand that he do something for me for once. Not for him.

I wanted to matter.

I wanted tofeel.

“Lick me, Cedric,” I dared him. “Make me come.”

He smiled, and for half a beat, I expected the worst. But he kissed me instead, his tongue mastering mine before he started a delirious path downward.

Licking.

Nibbling.

Nipping me with his teeth.

Never harshly, always teasingly.

Especially against my breasts, where he laved my stiff peaks while holding my gaze.

I nearly came from that attention alone.

But then he continued his sensual trail past my belly button to the damp heat between my thighs.

He didn’t tease me there—hetook.Heclaimed.Heowned.

His licks were damning, tracing my seam before spearing me deeply. Then he slid his tongue up to my sensitive nub and allowed me to feel his fangs.

I jolted, my heart kick-starting in my chest.He’s going to bite me there.