Griffin stands, using my leg to push up, then holds out his hand for me to take. “Let’s go home.”
Chapter 6
Quinn
Itoe off my shoes at the door. Evan flips the lock once the door closes behind him. I feel like it’s something he does for my benefit. “I need a shower. I’ll be quick,” he announces, packing away some of the things from the cafeteria in the kitchen before he heads down the hall with his duffle bag still slung over his shoulder. It looks pretty full. There’s definitely more than a change of clothes or two in there. I guess we really are doing this.
Griffin makes his way over to the couch and sprawls out in his usual fashion, and then he pats the seat next to him in invitation. The past couple nights, we’ve all hung out and watched TV before climbing into bed together. It’s been a little flirty, but it was clear they were not going to make the first move, at least until tonight when Evan kissed me.
I walk over, avoiding his legs, and lower myself next to him. I’m embarrassed how hard my heart is beating, especially knowing Griffin can hear it and it doesn’t have anything to do with exertion. No, it’s all for the vampire sitting beside me.
“Want me to find the remote?” I ask, not looking at him.
“Quinn?” Griffin murmurs my name softly, drawing my attention as though he knew I was purposely avoiding looking at him. “Come here,” he beckons me closer with a slight tip of his chin. His eyes are heavy-lidded, but I can still see the intense turquoise shade peeking out. I place my hand on his chest and lean in a little more.
Griffin lifts his arm from the back of the couch and slides it up my spine until his fingers are toying with the ends of my hair. I’m waiting for him to kiss me, so I’m a little surprised when he shares, “I wanted to let you go.” His eyes search mine, but his gaze settles on my lips. I start to pull back from him. That was the last thing I expected him to say. His arm tightens around my back, not letting me retreat. “But I couldn’t, and now you have to deal with me.”
“You’re not so bad, a little moody, but you’re awfully pretty to look at.” I grin.
“Pretty?” Griffin’s eyebrows nearly reach his hairline. A slow smile starts to curl his lips, and I see his hand come up like he might try to cover his mouth.
I reach out to stop him, and his grin falters. “Don’t do that,” I murmur softly. “I like your smile.” My eyes are drawn to his mouth. The tip of his tongue peeks out and wets his bottom lip. I actually get butterflies in my stomach.
I jerk my gaze back up to his. He did that on purpose. The confirmation is in the way his eyes twinkle down at me. I lied when I said he was pretty. Griffin Stone is devastatingly gorgeous. His hand moves up my back until his fingers are on the nape of my neck, and with the slightest pressure, he has me leaning forward so I can taste the tongue he was just teasing me with.
Instead of kissing me, Griffin leans in and brushes his nose against mine, keeping his lips just out of reach. I tilt to the left, but he evades me, nuzzling me again. Moving quickly, I plant my lips on his hard, then run my tongue along the seam of his mouth. Griffin freezes. I take it as a good sign and keep kissing him until his mouth softens under mine and he’s returning the kiss. Within seconds, he’s the one in control.
I grip his shirt when he leans over me and shifts our positions so he’s laying me back on the couch and covering me with his body. When his tongue dips into my mouth, I part my lips and tangle my tongue with his. He’s being more careful than he was in Evan’s room, only sliding his tongue against mine and retreating before the kiss gets too deep. I tug his shirt and lift my head at the same time, pressing our mouths together tightly. Finally, he opens for me, and I’m able to slide my tongue into his mouth and explore. Holy hell, he tastes like heaven. I don’t even have words to describe it, I just know I want more.
Griffin jerks back from me when my tongue slides against his fang. His mouth is open as he pants out a breath while he stares down at me. There’s definitely a difference in his teeth from earlier, his fangs are noticeably longer.
“I don’t have a lot of control right now,” he rasps, and his voice is so much deeper.
I’ll be damned. I want him to lose what little control he has, I just don’t know if admitting it out loud is the right thing to do. “You can bite me. I’m okay with that as long as you are,” I offer on a whisper. I’m not worried about Griffin hurting me. If everything I’ve heard about vampire bites is true, pain is the last thing he’ll be giving me.
Griffin’s weight shifts again until he’s half crushing me.
Griffin
As soon as she gives me permission to bite her, my beast wants to strike. I manage to hold on long enough to give her one more out. “Are you sure?” What I’m really telling her is there is no going back. When I bit her before, it was to heal her, but this, this is different and everything about it will be too.
Quinn nibbles her bottom lip and nods her head against the couch, her hair splayed around her like a halo. “I’m positive,” she replies without an ounce of fear. My lips go back to hers, touching and tasting until she turns her head and takes a deep breath.
The smooth skin of her throat is right in front of my lips, and all I can think about is marking her so everyone will see the evidence of my claim. I flick my tongue out to caress her pulse, and it flutters under my touch as venom pools in my mouth. If I don’t get myself under control, she’s going to be so blissed out, she won’t even remember the bite, and fuck me, I need her to remember. I need her to remember every fucking second.
She tilts even more, offering me so much. She’s not some venom junkie willing to let any vamp sink his teeth into her, she’s mine and will only ever be mine to taste. In the back of my mind, I think of Evan, but he will never have this from her. Her blood is only for me. Another few laps of my tongue, and I position myself against her neck. The moment the tips of my fangs touch Quinn’s skin, she stops breathing, and her heart even skips a beat.
I close my eyes and sink my teeth into her, and my cock throbs, reminding me I want more than just her blood. Quinn lets out a soft moan of surrender. Her blood hits my tongue from the small wounds on her neck, filling my mouth with her taste. I wrap my arms under her and drag her closer. Her back bows off the couch, and her head falls back, opening her up even more.
I take the first real pull from her vein, and I already know I’m addicted to her. Not even Eva’s blood, which I drank to help me through my transition, tasted like this. I feel Quinn’s hand wrap around the back of my neck, her fingers delving into my hair, and she clings to me just as fervently as I hold her.
Two more draws, and I slide my teeth out of her neck. My hips roll, grinding my cock against her. She is so warm. My body demands to slide inside of her heat, to really make her mine in the same way I’m already hers.
I lave around the small punctures, making sure not to pass over my bite. I need these marks to remain on her skin to signify she’s mine. There’s enough venom in my bite to have the wounds healing quickly, but not enough to keep the small scars from forming, which is exactly what I want.
Quinn’s hand travels down my back until she reaches my ass. She lifts her hips, silently asking me for more. Though my beast is well sated, he rises to the surface, demanding I give her anything she desires. He doesn’t understand nor care that Quinn is reacting to my bite, that I want the choice to be hers and hers alone when she’s ready to have all of me.
Her hands are all over me, rubbing and tugging at my clothes. It’s enough to have me losing my damn mind.
