I bury my face between Clara’s boobs, kissing and biting her soft skin. My fingers dig into her hips, keeping her close. She’s finding it really hard to stay silent, swallowing all kinds of beautiful noises. I want her to let them out; I need her to beg for my attention.Ourattention, because Killien is going to join me at any second. I’ll make him.
“Hmm—Damien . . .” Clara whispers softly, cheeks blushing and eyes hooded. My name sounds wonderful on her lips.
“Yes?” I lick all the way from the middle of her chest through her collarbone and up to her left ear, which I nibble on playfully.
She just stares at me, cheeks gone fully red now. It seems like she forgot what she was going to say, or maybe she didn’t even mean to say my name out loud. Killien’s gaze is still burning on my skin.
“Ask away, beautiful,” I say, grabbing her hips firmly as I pull her a little closer to me. Since she doesn’t say anything, I proceed with my plan. “You want me to call Killien over?”
He stops breathing. Literally.
Clara laughs and covers her mouth with her hand. Her green eyes glisten with excitement; she likes the idea, and I don’t even have to read her mind to know that. We’re gonna make her last orgasm worthwhile.
“Well, you heard the lady.” I turn my face towards Killien, looking right into his eyes through the mirror. “Get your ass over here.”
Gotcha, brother.
I swear I can almost hear the gears inside his brain turning. He’s struggling to make his choice, a choice he doesn’t really have. That’s precisely why I had him pick our victim. He wants her, he’s hungry, and also horny. That’s the only time when Killien does unreasonable things, really. And this is pretty fucking unreasonable.
I raise a single eyebrow at him, staring through the dark brown curls that half-cover my eyes. If he wants to feed, he’s gonna have to oblige.
Killien steps out of the car with a blank expression. When he closes the door, I make Clara turn to her side, facing me. Her legs are spread on the back seat and I’m kneeling between them. She smells of human arousal and some floral perfume.
I lean forward, hovering above her, and kiss her hard. My tongue slides into her mouth, exploring it. She tastes really good, and I can’t stop myself from grinding my hips against hers. She gasps into my mouth and digs her fingernails into my arms, scratching me a little bit. I can’t help but groan at that.
Fuck, I love pain.
The back door on the driver’s side opens and I pull away from Clara’s mouth to meet Killien’s gaze. He climbs in, staring at me with fire in his eyes, although the rest of his face looks perfectly calm and normal.
Can’t fool me, Killi.
I pull Clara up with me, to make space for him to get comfortable behind her. Thank God our SUV has enough space for the three of us back here. Or, maybe, I should thank Killien for working and saving up to buy it for me. It’s always been my dream car, and he did all he could to get at least an older model, just to please me. He’s an angel, isn’t he?
He sits and closes the door, eyes going back and forth between Clara’s blushed cheeks and my face. I know he’s mad, that he wants to strangle me. And I’d love for him to do it, honestly. Buthe won’t. At least not while Clara lives. He might try to kill me later, though.
Just come at me, brother.
I bite my lower lip before I lean into Clara again to kiss her deeply. She lets herself fall back on Killien, resting her shoulders on his chest. I kiss her neck and breasts until she’s moaning loudly and rolling her hips up against me. Her hands dig into Killien’s hair, grab his T-shirt, and hold on to his arms as arousal takes control of her. He just sits there, staring and breathing heavily.
“Would you like to know what my tongue feels like, beautiful?” I whisper in her ear. She shivers and gasps before nodding slowly. Killien has stopped breathing again, at least for a second. I’m pretty sure he repressed a shiver too.
I chuckle as I scoot back against the door behind me. She spreads her legs wider, looking at me with mad desire. I focus on her, although I can feel Killien’s gaze tracking my every move. Yes, I’d love to look right into his eyes while I do this. But that would probably just scare him away, so I stick to my plan.
My hands climb up her legs, squeezing her thick thighs. I let my fingers get trapped in her fishnet stockings a few times, tugging on them playfully. Fuck, I’m having way too much fun. She’s hot as hell, and she smells like she’s wet enough for me to sink right into her. But that’s not what I’m gonna do, because Killien would freak out.
I dig my fingers into her stockings, right between her legs, and pull them apart. Both of them gasp, almost inaudibly. Perfect—that’s exactly what I wanted. The stockings snap easily, creating a good enough opening to her wet core. I smile and lick my lower lip as I tug on her panties and pull them to the side.
Clara covers her mouth with both of her hands, a bit ashamed of herself. But there’s no reason to be ashamed. She’s freaking cute, and I’m going to eat her pussy as if it was my very last meal.
I lick her once, twice. Softly. Teasing. She flinches every single time, one of her hands digging into my hair. I don’t look up, I just dive all in. I stick a finger inside her, spreading my tongue over her clit, making sure that my piercing touches where it should.
“Oh—my God . . .” she cries out.
I can feel her throwing her head back onto Killien, but I still don’t look. I add another digit, because she’s more than wet enough already. My tongue explores her while I thrust my fingers in and out, slowly, curving them up to touch all her sensitive spots. Her muscles clench around me as her moans start to go feral.
Fuck, I’m getting good at this! And I freaking love it.
I’m hard like a rock, and I have to fight the fire that threatens to light up my eyes. The heat that gathers behind them and makes them glow bright blue, turquoise and silver. It’s a natural reaction for all vampires when we experience intense emotions. I want to unleash it, I want to let go. But I can’t. She’d freak out the moment she saw it. I want to put her down in bliss, not in a brutal fight. Violence is not what I’m striving for right now.
