Page 63 of Seared Fates

“Show me your fangs,” he demands, voice just as teasing as his grinding hips. But when I run my fingers over his hard nipple, a shocked and sensual gasp falls from his lips.

I have to rip myself away from the paradise of his hair to open my mouth, my canines growing into long points.

Kai spins around, the glitter on his cheeks catches the light, making his blown-out eyes shine like emeralds. He leans his bare chest to mine, and I damn myself for wearing a shirt. I'm tempted to rip it off, instead I watch like a man starved as Kai’s pink tongue pokes out between his plump lips.

Kai’s eyes are hooded—his gaze fixed on my mouth—and using his arms around my neck, my little prince pushes himself up to run the tip of his tongue across the point of my fang.

A single bead of his blood splashes across my taste buds.

“Fuck,” I growl, his blood sliding down my throat like a line of molten lava.

Ecstasy.Valhalla. Pure fucking sex.

My fingerprints leave marks on his heated flesh as I press him flush against my body. I once vowed never to kneel for any man, yet a single drop of Kai’s blood and I’d fall to my knees, right here in the middle of the club.

And how mouthwatering that surrender would be.

He moans, dragging his bleeding tongue across my bottom lip. Kai demanded what was his, and as he paints my mouth red, I can’t mistake this for anything else but a claiming. With my head dizzy with desire, I tangle my fingers into Kai’s braids and crush his mouth into mine.

‘Fucking. Finally.’

As my body ignites, I wonder why I ever wanted this purple flame extinguished.

Chapter twenty-five

Vidar

Kai’s salt and orange-sweet blood soaks into my deepest, most primal of needs. I angle his face up, my desperate fingers cupping his jaw and tangle around his braids. I'm so damn hungry to delve my tongue deeper into the soft, blazing heat of his mouth, I’m near-feral.

But Kai grins and playfully pulls back, taking his addictive heat with him. A single taste isn’t enough, will never be enough, and I hunt him down.

A deep, possessive growl rumbles in my chest as I drag him back to me. When our lips crash together again, my pulse catches fire, and I swallow every gasping moan he gives me as I part his blood-stained lips with my own.

Yet Kai’s little smirk never leaves, and it seems my mate wants to tease me.

Kai nips at my lips as he grabs hold of my hair and yanks at my locks hard enough to pull us apart.

“You wanna play?” My voice comes out rough as gravel.

“Yeah,” Kai breathes, trailing kisses along my jaw and down to my neck to lick my bobbing Adam’s apple. He hooks a leg aroundmy waist to grind into my erection locked behind my zipper. “Fuck yeah, I wanna play with my straight vampire.”

“You’re driving me crazy, Kai.” I slide my hands down his back, the leather of his coat a frustrating barrier, and if the thing didn’t mean so much to Kai, I’d yank it from his body to be lost in the crowd.

I hoist Kai up when I finally capture the soft swell of his ass in my large hands. A groan I can’t keep down escapes as his legs wrap around me.

I plaster my mouth to his, and Kai takes the chance to slip his clever tongue inside and licks up one of my fangs in a spine-tingling flick.

Groaning as that tingle makes its way to my cock, I suck his tongue deeper down my throat. But Kai’s still got my hair wrapped around his fingers. So when my little prince pushes away, a playful gleam in his blown-out eyes, my salivating mouth is left empty.

I snarl like a dragon denied his treasure, and Kai drops his head back, laughing. “Still straight?”

“Still hungry for you.” With Kai in my arms, I’m able to jolt him so his chest falls back where he belongs—pressed to me. “And here I thought you didn’t like pain,” I say, his laughter fading as our foreheads touch and I gently nudge his nose with mine.

Desire crackles between us; however, my soul will always ache to offer this wonderful, talented and alluring man tenderness.

“I don’t mind a bit of pain.” His voice is low and raspy. “Not when it can spice up my pleasure. Besides—” he tugs on my hair again, and I moan as he rolls his hips, tossing a match into the fire already blazing in my core “—maybe you deserve to be punished.”

The noise that leaves me is animalistic. “Wanna punish me, little prince?”