Seriously, the only time she was more gorgeous was when she was naked, or wearing lacy panties at the very least. After all these months, I was getting quite the collection of panties; one day she’d asked about getting them back, and I’d just laughed. Those panties smelled of her, and they helped me through the times when she wasn’t near. I’d never return them.
My place had no garage, so my car had to be permanently parked on the street. I’d lived there so long, most people in the area knew to steer clear of my vehicle; I did have a camera pointing at it, just in case, but I found my pointed silver canines and the threat of using them made most people behave even when no one was watching.
Once we arrived, I parked the car and shut it off, hurrying to get around it so I could help Laina out. She didn’t need my help, of course, but that didn’t mean I would stop giving it. So what if I liked to spoil my cotton candy princess?
Hand in hand, we walked to the alley, then to the door. With my free hand, I unlocked the door and held it open for Laina. She ducked beneath my arm and stepped inside. Up we went, past the floors I used as a workshop and the ones that were for storage. All the way up, until we emerged into my abode that gave a new definition to what an open floor plan really was.
No walls at all, save for the ones that separated it from the stairs and the bathroom. Everything else was wide open. The only thing that changed in the last few months were the pendant string lights I’d strung across the ceiling over the bed; it created the perfect lighting for when I was face-deep between Laina’s legs.
Mmm. Speaking of, I could go for a taste right now.
“Do you want to shower?” I asked, finally releasing her hand. “Or do you want me to make you something to eat?” I’d left the pendant lights on above my bed; they gave off enough dim yellow lighting to dully illuminate the entire space once your eyes got used to them.
Laina grinned up at me. Her pink eyes were surrounded in a smoky look, makeup that had gotten a little smeared thanks to the night’s activities. The concert must have been warm, because her pink and blue hair was lined with a bit of grease—but even so, she was drop-dead stunning in a way no one else could ever hope to be.
“Or,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes, “I shower tomorrow morning, and we go straight to bed.” Based on the way she said it, I could tell I wasn’t the only one with explicit things on my mind.
This girl… she really was perfect for me. I’d spent damn near my whole life learning to adapt, learning to live with no one’s company but my own and on occasion my brother’s, and then by a twist of fate Laina landed herself in my life.
My life, my bed, my heart. My princess had a knack for making men like me feel.
A hungry growl left my chest. “You’ll get no argument from me.” I took her by the hand again and pulled her along, zigzagging our way through the furniture until we reached the side of the bed, where I let her go—only so I could help her out of her clothes.
Her concert-going outfit was delicious, if I had to say. Those leggings hugged her in all the right places, and that shirt dipped just low enough to give a peek of those luscious, perky tits. If Lola dressed anything like her, I was certain it wasn’t too difficult for the two to attract the attention of numerous men.
I didn’t know much about Lola’s proclivities as the Night Slayer. All I knew was that she liked to hunt men that took advantage of women and girls, and she did so with glee in her heart. It was how she wound up where she was now: she killed the youngest Luciano son, but instead of killing her in retribution, they decided to keep her as a pet of sorts. Obviously, that didn’t last long.
Bit by bit, I undressed her until she stood between me and the bed utterly naked, and I let my eyes rake along her figure, drinking her in as certain parts of me warmed up. Just a look from her could make me ravenous; if my fangs could ache, they’d surely ache anytime I was near her.
I wanted to bite her again, but I’d held back, partly because I didn’t want to scar up that beautiful body too much, but also because Mike and Kieran weren’t too thrilled with the idea of me leaving permanent scars on our girl.
“You are so beautiful,” I whispered as I helped her lean back on the bed. Her legs hung off the edge. My gaze dipped to her apex the moment she spread her knees to give me a nice, long view of what I was about to devour. My cock might’ve ragedagainst my pants, but with the sight before me, I’d learn to ignore it.
I dropped to my knees between her spread legs, and my hands curved around her backside and jerked her body forward a bit, getting her into position. I ran my tongue over my sharp fangs mere seconds before I dove in, mouth-first.
Laina threw her head back and moaned when my tongue ran along her slit, around the rim of her entrance and over her clit. She grabbed the back of my head and yanked gently, fingers entwining in my hair. I assaulted her clit like I was a soldier at war, and she responded by grinding her midsection against my face.
I couldn’t get enough of her. A taste of her would never be enough. My hunger for this girl was eternal—and it would forever remain so. It’d been months, and yet everything still felt so new. It was not something I could have ever prepared myself for.
This was my new life. This was our life. Change would inevitably come, but one thing was for certain: regardless of what happened, I would do whatever I had to in order to remain by Laina’s side.
She was mine, and she would always be mine.
Mike and Kieran? They were all-in on her, but it was obvious neither of them had faced the music when it came to sharing her. For two men who so clearly adored everything about her, for two men who would do anything for her, even die, they were incredibly resistant to the idea of sharing her long-term.
They’d come around. They’d have to. If they refused, they’d lose her. My princess didn’t want to choose.
My girl came with a feminine cry, her fingers—both flesh and metal—tugging my hair as her thighs clamped harder around the sides of my face. I drank in the sound, drank in every detailregardless of how big or small it was, and I committed those details to memory, so I’d have them when I didn’t have her here.
Which, now that she was going to school, was more often than not, sadly. But such was life.
When her thighs loosened around my head, I was slow in standing. Laina scooted backward, moving until she laid her head down on my pillows, looking perfectly unraveled yet still wanting more. My clothes were off in record time, and soon enough I was on top of her, inside her, uniting our bodies in a way that was both familiar and new. Familiar because she was mine, and new because every time it was like I learned her splendors all over again. I was an explorer, set to make the discovery of a lifetime.
By now, we knew what the other liked. She knew I liked to hear her cry out, and I knew she liked it rough. She might’ve looked like a cotton candy daydream, but she had a wild side, a wild side she was starting to dive into with Lola’s help.
Whatever she wanted to do, whoever she wanted to be in this world, I would be there by her side no matter what. Kieran and Mike, well, they might have had things to figure out on their own, but I was reasonably certain they’d be by her side, too.
You know, provided they got their shit together.
