Page 77 of Worse Fates

“Lucero?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I suck your dic–?”

“Yes.”

A giggle pops out of me, breaking some of the heated tension.

Lucero clears his throat. “I mean, if you’d enjoy that, then of course.”

Fuck yeah I would, and from his flaring nostrils he can tell, too.

Yet, when our gazes fuse and I sink between Lucero’s muscular legs, like a tossed match—that tension reignites.

Blood pumps in my veins and I stare up at him through my lashes. His pupils dilate, consuming the blue to leave a deep, hungry black.

My trembling hands reach for the waistband on his sweats. But then I hesitate, looking away and that tremble becomes a tremor.

I have no idea what I’m doing.

What if I can’t make Lucero feel good?

What IfIhate this?

I begin to pull back, yet a big careful hand cups my jaw and pulls my attention back to eyes that follow me even in sleep. Comfort and safety andhome.

“Hello, Golden Ramnarine.” And despite all his desires, or maybebecauseof them, his tender voice brings me back to this. To us.

“Hi, Lucero Toledo.” Feeling brave and strong even as I curl into his hand and bask in his comfort.

He runs his thumb across my lips, his other hand taking my palm to lay across his naked chest.

“We can stop anytime,” he reassures. But when I don’t and after a long pause, he takes both my hands and together we pull down his sweats, revealing every deep line that's carved into his stomach, pointing down to the place that has my mouth watering.

How did I forget, fuck yeah I wanna do this.

“I find you so sexy.” My voice is somewhere else, fuzzy. My focus on every new inch of exposed skin. My own dick painfully hard, balls drawn tight.

He’s playful, wicked and so fucking pleased with himself, when he leans forward to steal a kiss. “You’ve mentioned it once or twice.”

I smile, going in for a kiss, but he falls back, smirking at me and eyebrow cocked, daring.

“But I’m also kinda jealous, too,” I admit, “I wish I looked half as good as you.”

Lucero presses the tip of his thumb against my lips, easing them open, allowing me the smallest taste of his skin. Salt and heat and something else that leaves me spinning.

“You have no idea just how perfect you look.” Lucero, my vampire, my light, my soulmate, leaves no room for argument. He calls me beautiful, doesn’t he? And under his sight, I am.

With a boost of confidence, I tug his waistband down and his long, thick dick curves out. My mouth widens on a moan, craving the taste of him on a soul deep level.

His dark, musky scent fills my lungs. Goes into my fucking veins and lights up my blood. Lucero’s uncut, tip red and wet with pre-cum, heavy balls decorated with a smattering of black hair and, God, how I want to savour every piece of available hard skin. Press my tongue to the thick, pulsing vein running up the proud length of his twitching dick.

Part of me wants to make a joke. But I physically can’t tear my eyes from him.

Lucero grabs the root of his dick, his other hand running through my curls, taking hold when I part my lips for him.

“Do you want my cock in that mouth of yours, Golden?”