Page 65 of This Blood that Bonds Us

He panted, and his fingers dug into my skin with desperation. Human blood wouldn’t fix what was wrong with him—what She was doing to him, and I’d do anything to free him from it. I answered by pressing my lips to his.

A groan echoed around us as he pressed me up against the shower door. The fog on the glass made it impossible for me to get a grip. I gasped and wrapped my bare legs around him as he lifted me effortlessly.

Every second, I fought to gain control of the growing tension building in my core.

The new position gave him greater access to the bare skin on my chest. Like a feather, he used his tongue to wipe any remnants of blood from my neck and down my chest. My heart beat in my ears as he followed the trail of water down to the top of my breast and bit me again.

The soft lightheadedness combined with the steam of the shower had me melting into him. It soothed every stiff muscle, and I realized how much I enjoyed being there for him. I used the railing on the inside of the shower door to keep me steady as I gave him everything he needed. For once, I wasn’t cold and everywhere was burning hot.

He didn’t see how tamed he was, even when he felt out of control. The pressure was never too much. He held me perfectly. Slowly adjusting for his own pleasure and for mine.

Every time he dug harder, I bit my lip to stifle the sound threatening to leave my mouth. He dropped me to my feet and kneeled before me as if I was an altar. With every touch of his lips and tongue, he sealed his devotion. He kissed my legs all the way up until he reached the apex of my thigh. It was quick yet perfect. Then he placed one leg over his shoulder and sank his teeth into my inner thigh. This time, I couldn’t hide the whimper escaping my lips, then pushed my hands through his hair. I’d come to enjoy the feeling of being the thing he needed more than anything else.

My core was on fire, tight and yearning for release. He moved over the bite with his tongue and didn’t stop when he grazed over my opening.

Everything in me grew tighter. The feeling of his tongue sent shivers of pleasure through me. He held me to the tile wall more firmly, and I rolled my hips into him until I was certain I would go over the edge.

He didn’t have to, but he wanted to. It had never been like that before. Ravenous perfection, like every inch of me was the best thing he’d ever had the pleasure of tasting.

“Aaron, I—”

Something deep in my stomach crested and my knees buckled with pleasure that cascaded through my whole body.

He steadied me as he stood to face me. The darkness was gone, and all that was left was his soft-brown eyes devouring me. I sighed. He was back.

Swiping the water from his face, he realized what he had done—gotten in the shower fully clothed.

“I—”

I pulled off his jacket and his shirt. “Don’t. Just stay. Shower with me.”

He complied, letting me help him strip, then he drew me into a hug and held my head to his chest while the water ran over us.

“Is this working?” he asked, his voice still filled with worry.

“Yeah. It’s good.” His heartbeat fluttered in steady cadence beneath my ear. “This is perfect.”

Twenty-Seven

Aaron

“Really, Aaron, in my mom’s shower?” Presley smirked as he handed me dry clothes at the door.

I’d had to beg. It wasn’t pretty.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t think that’s why you wanted to come home so quickly. Shower sex was that tempting for you? You couldn’t even take a few seconds to not drench your clothes.”

“Let’s never talk about this again.”

“Oh, brother, you owe me now. Kim still owes me too, by the way.” He wiggled his eyebrows as Kimberly appeared beside me in some old flannel pajamas with her hair wrapped in a towel. She avoided eye contact with my brother, but the fight was futile because he was blocking the door. I was just glad I had my sanity back.

“I’ll be conjuring up what your favors will be, and I’m going to make them extra interesting now that I have to put headphones on to drown you guys out.” Presley shielded his eyes and turned away from Kim. “Nope. No manipulative pouting is going to help you now, Kim. You owe me big time.”

“But I’m not doing anything,” she said.

“No, you totally do this thing that makes me feel bad. But you’re a Calem now. You must reap the consequences of being annoying.”