Shaking my head, I couldn’t believe that Dimitri had just played me like that. “Distract me? Don’t flatter yourself,” I grumbled, making my way to Zuko’s room.
The door was left cracked open, so I pushed it open and went inside, shutting it behind me. As I turned around, shock reverberated up my spine.
Zuko was already completely naked, lying on his bed, stroking hisvery prettycock with a tatted hand. I’d never really paid much mind to his hand tattoos, but they were so fucking cool. Skeletal hands were inked over top of them, but it wasn’t his hands that were keeping my attention. He had eight glinting piercings up the underside of his shaft that made a rush of heat go straight between my legs.
Jacob’s ladder.
He had a lean, toned body, and he was sculpted beautifully. Since he was naked, I could see the extent of his tattoos, andfuck.I wanted to lick every single one of them.
On his right arm, he had a full sleeve depicting what I could only describe as torture methods with an hourglass and two dice within it on his shoulder. There were twelve items underneath it, and each one had a certain amount of dots in them. There was an eye in a jar, two nails, a venomous spider, cherries soaked in venom, a scorpion, a human-made gun, a dagger to a heart, a beetle, acid, a syringe, a femur bone, and a skull. On his chest was a red heart with a sunset-colored snake wrapped around it, and on his left shoulder was a rose.
I had so much inked skin to play with.
His smoldering orange eyes raked over me with an immense amount of heat. “You’re awfully overdressed, pretty little poison.”
“You should fix that,” I told him, breathlessly.
He was up off the bed, caging me against his door in a second flat. Up close, his burnt sugar scent embedded into me. His hair fell over his face, and the way his sunset yellow roots faded to molten orange ends were so pretty.
Leaning in, he grabbed my suit and pulled my arms out before tugging it down to my waist, freeing my breasts. A guttural growl tore from his throat as he stared at them. “Fuck me, Rune, how are you this Fates-damned perfect?”
My breath caught as orange venom dripped at a faster pace from his fangs, splashing onto my boobs.
I moaned as the hot venom hit my skin, rolling over one of my nipples. “I was wondering the same about you. Look at those piercings—your fucking tattoos.”
“You like them, huh? You’re going to love my next one, then.” He backed away from me and moved toward his nightstand.
My heart pounded against my rib cage as I slumped against his door for a moment. “Oh, yeah? What is it going to be?”
“You should ask mewhere.”
“Where?”
“My cock.” Turning on his tablet, he switched on some music that immediately slipped into my senses like warm silk against my bare skin. It was slow, sultry, and intentional. Vocals poured like honey out of the speaker. “The song is enchanted by a siren. Nobody can overhear anything we do with the melody on. So, we don’t have to worry about disturbing anyone.”
“Good.” My lips curled into a smile as I pushed off the door and walked toward him, slipping my suit down my body until I stepped out of it and stood in front of him as bare as he was. “Let me taste your cum.”
His head fell back as he moaned. “How can you just say?—”
I pulled my hair up and tied it with the tie around my wrist, dropping to my knees and grabbing his pierced cock with one hand, squeezing gently. “I want you, Zuko. Won’t you let me have you?”
He dropped his head down and his eyes met mine, blowing wide. “Fuck, youarea pretty little poison. Not yet, though.”
Before I could even touch my tongue to his weeping head, he snarled. His fangs flashed, and he grabbed me off the floor, pinning me against his bed by my throat. “Fates, damn. You are too fucking perfect for me.”
“Let me taste you,” I moaned as his other hand groped my breasts, flicking my nipples with his thumb.
“You’re mine, Rune Bloodwyne,” he murmured, slipping his hand down my stomach and cupping me between my thighs. “You’re wet forme. Got it?”
“Prove it, then, Zuko Vyre,” I challenged him with raw desire pulsing through me.
“Thought you’d never ask,” he purred, slipping a finger inside me easily from how soaked I was for him. His muscles tightened as he let out a low moan, but his eyes held knowing.
My wetness was full of my venom with aphrodisiac properties, and he was feeling that.
“Now, get ready to scream my name.”
“Make me, toxin.”
