Chapter
One
Bloom
The Stranger’s Touch
He buried his face between my thighs, his dark hair falling across my belly.
I blinked hard.
Wait. What the…fuck?
When and how had this even happened?
Yet I spread my legs wider, a moan slipping from my throat, raw and shameless.
Shit.This felt good.
Toogood.
Liquid heat coiled under my skin as his tongue worked me, demandingand dominant.
But who the fuck washe?
I raised my torso to find out, only to fall back as a hard wave of bliss shot through my nerve endings. I gasped in euphoria and disbelief, especially when the dark-haired stranger lapped roughly at my plump lips, drawing wicked clockwise circles, as if he knew my virgin body better than me.
Was I still a virgin?
I didn’t remember how we got here, but I was certain I hadn’t gotten drunk in town—I never drank—and brought that beautiful man home.
I opened my mouth, ready to question the man, but ecstasy shook my body hard as he grazed the peak of my clit with his teeth.
No. Not teeth. Fangs?
I needed to be sure.
I had no intention of mistakenly inviting a creature of the night to feast on my pussy just because I was aching.
Wading through waves of pleasure, I pushed up onto my elbows and spotted fangs.
Shit!Actual fangs.
My shoulders shook, an alarm ringing in my lust-addled mind.
“No,” I gasped, the protest weak even to my own ears.
My eyes fluttered shut, lips parting in shock, pulse hammering, not just from fear.
Even seeing those dangerous fangs, I couldn’t stop feeling fantastic.
Was I really this perverted? Mom had spent a lifetime drilling virtue into me. Now all her strict lessons were wasted. No,insulted.
Something was wrong with me.
Maybe I shouldn’t have devoured all those darkromance novels from the town library. But then again, no book could twist me like this if the seed hadn’t already been there.
“Hey,” I demanded, voice ragged, “how did this happen? Who let you in? Because itwasn’tme.”
