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Kai

Finn’s mouth clings to mine like I’m the fountain of life and he’s a dying man sucking me dry—and I’m not complaining in the least. He tastes better than anything I’ve tasted in my life.

And the sounds that he makes as he claws to get closer to me?

Ugh . Desperate, angry little whines, like he’s furious he can’t just climb inside me.

Fuck . I don’t think I will ever get enough of them.

We started with him pressed against the wall of the storeroom here at work, but it didn’t last long before he angrily spun us, slamming me back against the bricks. He half heartedly apologised before his mouth was back on me, and he was grinding himself mindlessly against me.

I’m not complaining. At least in this position I can grip that ass of his—really dig my fingers in there—to pull him even closer against me.

Our legs are threaded together. I can feel the way his muscles in his thighs clench and release as he drives himself into me.

Rising repeatedly on his toes, his cock drags over mine again and again in a restless, erratic rhythm.

The pressure of our zippers adds an agonising edge to the ecstasy thrumming through me.

I want to roll my hips, rub myself against him, but I can’t.

I’m pinned. Completely at his mercy. An extremely willing victim .

Our kiss is messy, desperate and filthy. His lips are slick and mine are almost painfully swollen. Future me will be grateful neither of us have any stubble because the beard burn from this kiss would be catastrophic.

Fingers tangle in my hair and he changes the angle with another angry grunt.

More than happy to give him whatever he wants, I follow his lead, softening like putty when he deepens the kiss again, sliding his tongue against mine.

In the fierce exchange, an unsheathed fang knicks my lip.

The scratch leaks a sluggish trail of blood into the kiss.

It’s like oil on a fire. He’s like a man possessed. His free hand, which had been happily pawing at my hip, wraps around the strap of my singlet, the other tightening in my hair until it pulls tight. It stings in the best possible way.

My dick throbs painfully. I swear I can feel his throbbing, hot and hard against me.

We’re both teetering on the edge of no return.

I tear my lips from his, revelling in his furious snarl that turns into a long, low moan when I bury my face in his neck.

His fingers massage my scalp now—but only so he can push me in closer as I drag my teeth over the over sensitised skin of his neck.

It takes every ounce of self control to not bite down and taste him. Especially when he moans again, the sound vibrating down the column of his throat and teasing my fangs.

“Fuck’s sake, Kai. Please .”

I don’t know if Finn even knows what he’s begging for—me to bite him or get him off, or both. I’m right there with him. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to reach between us, to free our dicks, press them together in my hand and just, ugh . Fuck .

We can’t. We really, really fucking can’t. Not here. Maddy really hates when staff fuck in the store room. Occupational health and safety and all that .

The reminder of my maker's maternal wrath is enough of a boner killer to make me pull back, even when Finn whimpers and greedily tries to pull me back to him.

He must feel the shift in me, because he pulls back too.

Not much, or at all actually. He’s still pressed against me from our thighs to our chest. But he’s not trying to smash our bodies together like he’s trying to fuse us into one.

He looks just as fucked as I feel when he blinks up at me with wide eyes, the red vampiric ring of his iris blazing with heat.

“You’re killing me,” he mutters, dropping his forehead to my shoulder and rolling his hips one last time.

I’m killing him ? We are definitely in this tragedy together. This past week and a half has been torture. It’s been just over two months since I first laid eyes on Finn, and honestly, at this point I feel like I deserve a reward. Or at least a shared orgasm.

Self control has never been my strong suit and now life is cockblocking us at every corner.

Who knew that two shift workers, who die while the sun’s up, would struggle to find the time in their limited hours alive in a day to get together to work out all this tension?

I’m beginning to think the Gods are just fucking with us.

Or whoever does our rosters. It’s like the bar is the only place we seem to be able to get together at the moment, and it sucks.

“I’m sure you don’t want one of the guys walking in on us. I mean, I wouldn’t have a problem with it…” I tease, giving his ass another squeeze considering I still haven’t found the strength to let it go.

Finn rolls his eyes, his tongue sneaking out to lick at his swollen lips. When he tastes the blood still lingering there, his nostrils flare and his tongue darts out to lick the smear again.

Before he can act on the wicked thoughts I see sparking in his mind, there are voices outside the door.

They are so loud I think they are doing it on purpose to warn us of their imminent arrival.

Finn freezes when he hears it, but I don’t let him step away.

Honestly, being caught in his arms is probably better than being caught with a raging hard on trying to punch its way out my jeans, and this is the best way to hide it.

The door swings open with a loud squeak and, with his hand still firmly gripping my singlet, Finn tries to push me away and pull me closer at the same time.

The panicked reaction shouldn’t make me laugh, but it does, and when he burrows his flaming cheeks in my chest, I kiss the blonde mess on his head.

“Break’s over. Thought you might like to know.” Nikolo announces with a smirk, casually leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.

“Be right out.” I glare at my best friend who is giving Finn and I a slow, knowing once over.

He takes his sweet ass time to leave, and when he does, it’s with a hair flip and a little extra flounce in his step.

No doubt because he’s about to go tell everyone Finn’s got me pinned to the wall in here.

Which means there is only minutes until everyone of the idiots I work with decides they need to replenish the stock behind the bar.

I know because I’d do the same thing without a second's hesitation.

“We better go, before they decide to crash this party.” I warn Finn, giving in to the impulse to kiss his head again. And then the place beside his ear. And then just a bit lower, I nip at his jaw, even though I have to bend a bit to get to it.

This time he can finally decide if I’m coming or going and he shoves me off him with a laugh.

“Don’t get me started again. I need to go meet Willan anyway, and I don’t want to be doing that with this.” He tips his chin to his crotch, not that I needed the direction, I’m more than fully aware of his dick throbbing against me.

I do rub myself against him though, just in solidarity for his dilemma. I mean, I have to go to work like this after all. Finn’s eyes narrow at me, even though a smile tugs at his lips.

“I get what you mean.” Unlike him, I’m more than happy to let my smile take over.

I’ve always been a pretty positive kind of guy, but it’s been ramped to a thousand since our coffee date.

I’ve been told it’s been particularly annoying.

But that was from Lifo, so I don’t really care.

“But you’re right, I better get you out of here, before I do something that will get me fired. I really like this job.”

I get another chuckle and an eye roll for that one, and with an exaggerated groan I put some space between us.

I really want to hold his hand as we walk out the store room—earning a wink from Aiden passing by in the otherwise empty hallway—but I’ve noticed that Finn gets a bit awkward about PDA’s here so I’m trying to be respectful about it.

If I had my way, I’d be all over him constantly, so maybe it’s a good thing he has some restraint.

So rather than holding his hand, I just walk close enough to let our fingers brush, the sleeve of his shirt giving me goose pimples with each delicate touch.

“So when am I seeing you next?” I ask, taking my spot behind the bar. Finn nods at Lifo, Maddy, Erod and Nikolo who are watching us with varying degrees of subtlety.

His fangs are still extended when he bites his lip in thought.

“I actually don’t know. I agreed to some extra shifts this week.” There is a hint of bitterness in his voice. Maybe it’s because it means we can’t hang out, but it’s more likely because the call centre is really starting to grind on him .

I have no idea how he does it. I mean, I know I have to deal with a lot here, but it’s fun enough to make up for it.

Speaking of my job, I pull out a cutting board and drag over the bowl of fruit waiting to be diced for garnishes. “Well, let me know. In the meantime, I know Nikki has some new outfits for us. I’ll send you the pics when I’m trying them on.”

Finn’s cheeks flame just like I knew they would. Honestly, how the fuck does he manage that as a vamp? Not that I’m complaining, I live for those little blushes. He swallows awkwardly and fidgets on his feet, stuffing his hands in his jeans pockets and then thinking the better of it.

I have sent a few selfies in between the good evening and morning messages and the “how’s your day going?” messages. The selfies always get a stellar reaction.

I don’t always get a pic in return, and if I do, they aren’t as blatantly thirsty as mine. Not that I care, it’s still Finn and I still drink them down. Even the one where he was wrapped up with a fuzzy blanket pulled over his head, pulling a face. That one was my favourite.

“I’ll, uh, keep an eye out then.”

He can barely get the words out, because as much as he likes them, and knows that I like that he likes looking at me, he still is embarrassed about it.

And because he’s Finn and I’m me, I think it’s hot.

We’ve got a good thing here, even if I do say so myself.

“Have fun with Willan.” I smile, then pause, slicing the lemon in front of me, pointing at Finn with the knife. “But not too much fun.”

“Yeah, sure. That’d happen.” Finn rolls his eyes. “See you soon.”

“Definitely.” I want to give him a kiss goodbye, but have to settle for a wave when he steps back, rather than closer to the bar .

Something uncomfortable niggles in my guts as I watch him wave goodbye to everyone without so much as a backward glance. The niggling gets worse with the curious glances everyone shoots in my direction when he’s gone.

Once, when I was a kid, we went to a carnival and I went on a ride that spun me around and around in circles. It went so fast it was like gravity disappeared and I was lifted in the air and pinned to the walls.

It was amazing, the most thrilling thing I’d experienced in my life—until the ride stopped and I was dropped to the floor, confused about what just happened.

Finn’s goodbye felt an awful lot like the end of that ride.

It was weirdly impersonal, considering just how personal we were in the staff room. But then, what do I know? I’ve never been in a relationship before, how am I meant to know how they work?

“So things are going well there, I see?” Maddy asks, leaning against the bar and inspecting her inconveniently long, pointed nails.

“Yeah, pretty good.” I grin up at her, shoving the strange feelings aside. Maddy is actually shorter than me, but with the towering heels she prefers, she more than makes up the difference.

Her eyes carefully flick over my face, checking for the slightest hint of trouble, but there is nothing to be found.

Life is good.

Naturally, I pass inspection and she smacks her hands on her thighs. “No more fucking around in the storeroom.” She says the first bit to me, then announces to all of us, “The next being busted has to do the deep clean. No exceptions. Lifo, write it in the book.”

Lifo is all too eager to kiss Maddy’s ass, so he scrambles to do her bidding and write the new rule in our staff comms book. Which leaves Nikki and I to serve the customers who Maddy hadn’t noticed, or just straight up ignored, who all heard my warning.

Good thing I have very little shame.