I align my hand against his, then scan his blood-splattered face. “What are you doing?”
He cants his head slightly and taps the tip of the kitchen axe to his earlobe. “I can’t hear you.” Whether he speaks those words or mouths them, I can’t tell.
I gesture downwards, asking him to unlock the door. He nods, then steps back and pulls it open for me. Just as soon as he’s done it, a too-strong wave of ice-cold air hits me, followed quickly by the overpowering smell of raw meat and blood.
“Christ,” I whisper, then press the back of my hand over my nose. “Dorran, what the fuck?”
He chuckles. “Too much for ya?”
“You’re cutting open a human being, damn you. And the air fuckingstinks.”
“Correction: I’mdismemberingToby over there, not cutting him open.” He clicks his tongue, then waves towardsToby, whose bleeding arms are placed near his head instead of being where they actually should be. “Besides, your mother needed a bit of entertainment before her reckoning, and that’s exactly what I was providing. It is, after all, the least I can do for her.”
I can’t help but laugh. Like, a full-blown outburst. Anyone else would see me and think I’ve lost it, but Dorran just grins, making me laugh harder.
“You’re unbelievable,” I say with a shake of my head.
“And you’re fucking priceless, Little Swan,” he muses.
Six simple words, and yet, they warm me from the inside out. Only becausehe’sthe one who said them.
I take my hand away from my nose and try not to focus on the stench, then enter the room and stand directly in front of Dorran. He arches a brow at me, and I rise on my tiptoes to bring my face close to his.
“Say that again.”
He smirks. “You’re fuckingpriceless, my Little Swan.”
I glance at his lips, and watch as they spread into a deviant smile. “Yours, huh?” I meet his gaze.
His pupils are flared, and the glint in them is unmistakable. “Did I stutter?”
I chuckle. “Kiss me, then,” I say, and erase the space between us before fisting his soiled vest.
He lets go of a slight hiss, drops the kitchen axe, and pulls me to him. He then wraps the fingers of his right hand around my throat and squeezes, cutting off my air supply.
My lungs burn as I struggle to breathe, and when I let go of a strangled groan, Dorran laughs and presses his lips to mine.
My senses go haywire at the taste of blood, and for the man holding me at his mercy. I moan and kiss him harder, opening him up enough to suck on his tongue.
Dorran moans out loud, and it’s a sound devoid of inhibition; it’s husk and lust, molded together.
He loosens his grip on my throat, and I in turn bunch his hair in a fist.
“You’ve consumed me entirely, Cignette,” he rasps against me. “And my God, I’m mad for you. Fucking ravenous.” He all but crashes his mouth to mine, making me arch against him. I’m wet, I’m hot, and it’s…too much.
“You’re one to talk,” I tell him, and when he chuckles, I press my teeth to his bottom lip, puncturing the soft skin there.
Dorran moans again – louder this time – then thrusts his hips forward, and his rock-hard cock pushes against my stomach.
I grin, then suck on his bottom lip, relishing the taste of his blood on my tongue. Getting high on the very essence that’s a part of every inch of him. The thing that makes him who he is.
Dorran pulls back, then presses open-mouthed kisses to my jaw, my neck, and my collarbone. He licks a path from my throat, all the way up to my chin, then travels lower again. I close my eyes and massage his scalp as he bites and sucks on the skin behind my ear, and bring my other hand down between us to cup his growing boner.
He grunts and presses his nose to the side of my neck while he rocks his hips into my hand. His breathing is hard, heavy, and it only serves to make me wetter for him.
Something bangs against the steel cabinet – once, twice, and then a third time.
I blink myself out of the trance I’d fallen into, and let go of Dorran’s hair. He scowls and turns around to face my mom, who is glaring at us from the floor.
