“Babe…” Edwin’s sigh was harsh. “If I feed from you now, I’m not sure I can keep from jizzing all over you. I don’t think you’re ready for?—”
“Fucking bite me!” I was teetering on the precipice of an orgasm. If it was a choice between Edwin or my own hand in the shower to take me over the edge, I was choosing the hot man holding me.
He sighed again. “Please don’t hate me afterwards.” He tumbled us backwards, crashing onto the bed with me landing sprawled between his splayed thighs. Our clothed cocks rubbed together and we both groaned. “Use me as you will,” Edwin breathed. With the hand not gripping my back, he lifted my wrist to his mouth and said, “Stay still while I bite down, love.”
My orgasm hit like a box of fireworks. As his fangs pierced my skin I was already coming, my cock pulsing wildly in my boxers. My mind emptied of everything except the man beneath me and the way his blue eyes darkened to pools of midnight as he drank from me. Not that I was able to keep my eyes open this time. But I knew how he looked when he fed from me. It was that blue gaze, that feral, possessive, all-encompassing gaze, that fuelled all the happiest moments I’d had since escaping the FWNN’s clutches. Something about Edwin himself told me I was safe; wanted;desired.
He never fed for long. As he sealed the puncture marks, he rolled me carefully to lie next to him. “Sorry, can’t wait,” he muttered, shoving his jeans and underwear down to grasp his cock. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as his fist flew, the tip leakingprecum as he worked it efficiently, his other hand fondling his balls. At the moment his thighs began to quiver, he turned his head to look at me, catching me watching him. “Fuck, you’re cute. Oh God…” And he erupted over his fingers.
I flopped back onto the mattress and stared blindly at the ceiling. Did that count as sex? I guessed it did. Was I okay with it? Also yes, although only just. Edwin was careful never to startle me, or to crowd me, letting me come to him. Which is what he’d done this time. I hadn’t been able to help myself from rubbing against him like some kind of sexed-up cat person.
I cleared my throat. “Did you mean that, about Trace having an effect on me?”
The mattress dipped as Edwin got up, then returned. He stroked a finger down my cheek and I opened my eyes to see him frowning.
“Are you okay?” He offered me a handful of tissues. “Not that these will do much for your current state, I imagine.”
I pushed his hand away with a wince. “Yeah, I need to change.” My cheeks burned as I realised how shamelessly I’d been acting. “I’m fine.”
“Wow, the ‘I’m fine’ line. James, come on, it’s me you’re talking to. I don’t want anything less than total honesty from you.” He sat down. “That was fucking hot, but I need to know if I overstepped.”
“You didn’t. I wanted it.” I rubbed the back of my neck again, my gaze sliding to the door. “I really wanted it. I always want you, Edwin. That’s not the problem.”
His sigh was profound in the small room. “I’m so sorry we didn’t find you sooner.”
“Hardly your fault. I’m…I’m dealing with it. I think.” I couldn’t bear his pity. I was broken, but I didn’t want to stay that way. I was damned if that fucker had stolen my right to joy whenI had found someone I wanted to be with, and who wanted to be with me.
“You’re amazing.”
I peeked at him, perched on the bed, hobbled by his jeans, dick still hanging out, handful of soggy tissues balled in one fist and his blond hair tousled. He was fuckingbeautiful.And he wanted to be with me. “I’m really not. But thank you. So, about Trace?”
He glanced towards the garden. “Oops, I’m supposed to be making a phone call. But yes, I was serious about that. He makes me feel like I could jump his bones, but not in a slutty way, if that makes any sense. I barely know the guy, but I also feel like he gives off trustworthy fuckabilty in spades. Maybe I’m projecting ’cause it’s been too long since I got laid, but I don’t know. Maybe it’s a spell. Who the fuck knows? I must make this bloody phone call.”
I grabbed clean jeans and underwear and slunk to the bathroom to clean up. Then I lobbed my sticky clothes into the washing machine to deal with later, returning to hear Edwin say, “I doubt Baxter will mind. You know she’s a party animal. All right, just call her when you’ve got the numbers and let me know? Thank you, Dalziel, I really appreciate it. Yeah, okay. Will do. Bye.”
He gave me another of his wide, unfettered smiles. “Good news. We have a solution. It should work. And without alerting the neighbourhood to what we’re up to. Let’s go and tell Trace.”
10
EDWIN
When I stepped outside,the sun had just set, casting a gorgeous soft orangey glow over the front garden. Trace was pulling up weeds in the flowerbeds, using a random stick and my watering can to soften the soil. I usually kept on top of the weeding, but with having been away helping the Council and then returning home with James, my routines had not so much derailed as dissolved. He was a distraction I enjoyed way too much right now. Somehow I needed to pull my head together and start acting like the adult I knew I was.
Trace wiped his muddy hand across his brow. I could smell fresh sweat on him on top of whatever his natural scent was, and it revved my libido straight up back to a ten. What was it about him that was suddenly pinging all my senses? He was a truly unremarkable-looking man, but I conceded he had a nice arse in his trousers and I’d already imagined how his strong hands could take me apart. I glanced at James who had parked himself on one of the low containing walls and was eyeing up the crow.
“Hey, Terrance,” I heard him say quietly. “Is it okay to say you’re beautiful?”
Trace’s head turned a fraction and we both watched the crow. He swaggered over to James and fluttered up to sit on hisdenim-clad knee. His black feathers were iridescent in the early evening light.
“Naturally. Truth should be valued.” With that, Terrance turned his back on my shadow and fixed his jewel-bright lavender eyes on me, assessing me. I knew ordinary crows were intelligent birds, but Terrance was anything but ordinary. His stare felt like it could see through to my soul.
“I thought adult crows had brown eyes,” I said to no one in particular.
Trace stood up and pointed at the pile of weeds. “Hope you don’t mind. I couldn’t resist.” He looked fondly at Terrance. “As you have both worked out by his size and the fact he’d get a degree in snark, he’s no ordinary crow.”
“My exact thoughts.”
“So why should his eyes be regular?” He shrugged, but it was infused with gentle amusement. “Rubbish bin for this lot or...?”
