Jericho hides his face against my shoulder, laughing hard. “Would you stop saying that!”
I chuckle, taking the opportunity to kiss his neck, his throat, working my way to his jaw. He clearly likes it, turning slowly until our lips meet again. Sure, the fangs are weird, but they’re also hot as hell. So is the very obvious bulge between Jericho’s legs. It’s impossible to miss, with our bodies plastered together as they are.
Who knew I’d enjoy feeling another man’s dick so much?Or that I’d respond the same way…I don’t remember the last time I got hard just from kissing.
“You should’ve told me how hot this is,” I murmur. “Kissing a guy, I mean.”
He casts me a wary glance, like he’s afraid I might come to my senses and throw him off at any second.
“I’m serious. I really like this. All of it.” I brush a thumb over his lips and fangs to prove I’m not bothered by them. When Jericho doesn’t stop me, I trace a thumb down the entire length of one fang, surprised that it feels so much like a normal tooth. Minus the razor-sharp tip, anyway.
As if in answer, a droplet of blood starts to form where the point of his fang meets my finger. Jericho wets his lips, then pulls my hand away forcefully, like my blood is too much of a temptation. Then he begins kissing his way down my jaw to my neck. I shudder when his teeth graze my skin.
I slide an arm around his back, head spinning. His breathing is becoming labored, frantic. Or maybe it’s mine. I can’t tell where his breath ends and where mine begins.
My phone rings from somewhere on the mattress, but I ignore it, too caught up in the moment with Jericho. Wrapping one leg around his thigh, I arch my hips forward to grind us together.
Jericho stills as soon as he feels my erection, then inhales against my skin. “You smellsofucking good right now.”
I should probably be nervous with the way he said that. But honestly? It just turns me on even more. Iwantto know what it’s like to have Jericho bite me.
My phone rings again, and this time we both pause. There are two people who would call me back-to-back, and one of them is right here.
“Should you get that?”
Sighing, I snag my phone from the corner of the mattress. “It’s my mom.”
“Answer it.”
It’s not a suggestion.
Jericho crawls off the bed and reaches for his shirt. When he slips into his shoes, I frown.
“Where are you going?”
“I need some air.”
I reach for him. “Jer.”
He turns to me, and my stomach sinks when I get a glimpse of how dark his eyes are. Oh.Oh!Shit, he really had been about to drink from me.
I swallow hard and let go. Yeah, maybe we went a little fast…
But oh, how it felt right…
I want it again. And soon.
“Answer it,” he says again when my phone starts ringing for the third time.
“We’re good though, right?”
He smiles and squeezes my knee. “Ev, if you knew how good I felt right now…” He kisses me. “We’re good.”
Slumping back against the mattress, I answer the phone and watch him slip through the door. “Hey, Mom. What’s up?”
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