Without question, I strike, swiftly withdrawing my fangs and catching the first drops that bead on his skin with a swipe of my tongue. We moan in unison as I wrap my lips around his flesh, sucking deep, the sweet taste sliding over my tongue and down my throat. His cock twitches against the back of my legs, too far from where I desperately want him right now. Rubbing my thighs together in the hopes of relieving some of the pressure, I pray that after the bloodlust wears off, I’ll regain my senses before I completely obliterate everything between us.
“Damn it, Scarlett,” he says on a groan, pressing his wrist more firmly against my lips and grinding his hips against me. “I should stop.” My nails bite into his arm as I tighten my hold in the face of his threat, pulling harder like I need to wring out every drop that I can get before he inevitably tears himself away. “But fuck if I can,” he adds before adjusting his hold around my waist, slipping his free hand down the front of my leggings.
Fingers brush against my clit and I breathe a sigh of relief, lifting my hips to encourage him. A strangled groan escapes him as he strokes between my legs. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet.” Without preamble, he drives two fingers deep before pinning me back down, covering my body with his and moving over me in time with every pump of his fingers. “Smell so fucking delicious.” His thumb begins to circle over my clit and I twitch, shallowly rocking back against him in the small space he allows, driving me into the stone.
Teeth skim my shoulder and my eyes close, craning my neck and grinding back against him, frantic with need and desperate for that final push to send me over the edge. Teasingly, he rakes his teeth over my neck, my shoulder, scoring my flesh. His breaths come quicker as he moves against me before gently clamping onto the skin at the crook of my neck and I start tightening around his fingers, so fucking close that I can taste it.
He tears his wrist away from me with a savage snarl as he rolls off of me, a sudden chill blasting me at the loss of his sweltering heat. The cry dies on my lips as he puts a hand on my ribs, shoving me with a barked command of, “Get her out of here!”
My back slams into Malcolm’s thighs and he helps me sit up, smoothing a hand over my hair. I was so lost in the moment I never even sensed his return. I’d shrunk my territory from the rock to Kasen, everything outside of him ceasing to exist for a brief moment.
And I wrecked everything to the point he doesn’t even look back at me before he flings himself off of the cliff, diving into the ocean, clothes and all, just to get away from me as quickly as possible.
Chapter 16
Kasen
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Stretched out on thefloor of my room, I stare at the text on my screen for the hundredth time, waiting for my self-loathing to turn into something remotely bearable.
You promised me you wouldn’t leave her if she fed from you.Malcolm’s condemning words glare back at me, whisper around my head with loathing.
But all of his disappointment and hatred pales in comparison to my own. I didn’t just leave her, I literally shoved her away.She needed me to take care of her; trusted me. But I lost control of myself, turned into something she needed protecting from instead.
I almost marked her. When she came to her senses, she would have lost her absolute shit, and there’s no reality where she’d forgive me for taking that choice away from her. Scarlett is understanding and accepting to the point it makes my heart ache, but to claim someone without even a discussion on the matter like some shotgun wedding?
I never even kissed her.
Letting my head fall back against the hardwood, I thump it twice for good measure.
“Are you still moping in there?” Becks calls before shoving the door open, striding in without an invitation. “Gods, have you even moved in the last three days? You look like shit, dude.” I don’t even bother answering, just set my phone beside me and scrub an exhausted hand down my face. With a sigh, he uses his foot to shove a pile of clothes out of the way and sits with his back against the wall, resting his feet on my stomach. “You ready to stop freezing me out yet?”
Another pang lances through me, realizing I’m fucking things up everywhere lately, disappointing people left and right. Reluctantly, I fill him in on everything, boring holes in the ceiling so that I don’t have to see his face. When I finally finish catching him up, he actually snorts.
Incredulous, I whip my head to look at the jackass. “What part of this is even remotely amusing to you?”
