No…
“It’s… a bad idea,” I say.
“Probably, but I’m really good at bad ideas.”
I hadn’t been paying attention and realize we’ve lowered enough to see buildings on my left and right.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you back to the party.”
“Oh.”
“Is that not what you want?”
“It is but…”
His bare feet hit the ground—no it’s therooftop of the venue.
“But?” He goads and starts walking.
“Let me down.”
“Not until you finish your sentence.”
He stops when we reach an extended part of the roof that houses the rooftop door.
“Maybe we could…” I let my words trail, too scared to say it out loud.
My back presses against a wall, and I gasp when Locheran drops me enough to grind his hardening cock against my panties-covered pussy. I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from groaning.
“Could, what, Farrah? Tell me.”
He leans in and rubs his nose along my neck.
“We could fool around,” I say, nearly out of breath.
He lifts his head, his mouth hovering mine.
“Good girl,” he rasps, and the words sink right to my cunt.
I can’t take it anymore and lean in, pressing my mouth to his. The kiss is soft at first, as if he’s being cautious with me. So, I part my lips, giving him permission for more.
He devours me.
His tongue swoops in and caresses my own.
Fuck. He’s good at that.
His mouth works mine, becoming more frantic with every passing second.
Something sharp keeps scratching my lips, and the coppery taste of blood hits my tongue.
His fangs.
I saw them peeking out tonight every time he spoke or smiled. I wonder what they’d feel like on my neck… biting down.
Then there’s his horns… I could use them as handles while I’m—
