Page 78 of Only Fangs

“Cool” he replies. Then he pauses and looks around. Then at me.

I had to take him somewhere. He can’t be around the others, not in the state he was in before. He would have given himself away eventually, the stench of his fear would have drowned out the vampire scent of Ivan’s suit.

It was stupid to bring him to Hele House. What the hell was I thinking? I mean, perhaps you could pass off a normie as a vampire to a room of other normies. Or maybe even to a newbie who still hasn’t fully learned the depth of his vampire skills. But Andrei and his friends are the most powerful vampires in the country. And that power has been accumulated over centuries; these are some of the oldest vampires in existence. How the hell did I think I could trick them?

“Hey,” he says and his finger tips graze my chin. “You look kind of worried.”

“Just…” I trail off and spread my arms out, fingers splayed. “I shouldn’t have bought you here this weekend. It was too much of a risk.”

“Are we safe in here?”

I nod and once again he reaches out to touch my face.

“Good,” he whispers.

“Your heart is still racing,” I say, placing my hand flat on his chest. It feels strong and powerful. And almost alien. Something delicious skitters up my spine.

He raises his eyes to meet mine and I feel myself become suspended, frozen in the moment, unable to move or breathe or speak.

I can feel the pull of him, the way he draws me closer and closer. Perhaps it’s just the left over Alba in his system, nothing more than a chemical reaction. Yes, that must be it.

He feels so good beneath my fingers. But it’s just physical. A little fun while we’re away from home. If I keep telling myself that then it must be true.

I tilt my face up to kiss him, praying he doesn’t reject me again.

Chapter 40

Brody

Ikiss her softly, almost as if I’m asking a question. Which I suppose I am. Is this OK? Do you want this? Are you sure this time?

She growls a little under her breath and wraps her arms around my waist to pull me closer, pressing herself against me. The kiss deepens and I feel myself falling: falling and flying at the same time as I give myself over to this brilliantly beautiful woman.

I pull back from the kiss to look at her.

“Just kiss me,” she says, reaching up to pull my head back down to her mouth. Part of me wants to take things slowly, to savour this moment. But part of me wants to relinquish all control to her, to let her take the lead. She pushes me back onto the bed and I allow myself to fall, pulling her with me.

She kisses me as I spider my way up the bed until my back is against the headboard and she’s straddling me. I run my hands down her waist, taking note of the curve of her hip. She breaks from my kiss to pull the hem of her dress up a little, before raising one eyebrow at me and pushing her weight more fully into my lap. It feels like a challenge and an invitation all rolled into one. And then she shifts her hips, just in case I was in any doubt about what she wants.

I push the dress further up her thighs and she grinds harder into my lap. A tiny moan escapes from her lips. And then she grabs my hand and guides me to the very edge of her underwear, my fingers grazing the lace. She pulls back from my kiss and looks at me, eyes heavy, dark.

“Touch me,” she whispers.

The world falls away. This isn’t like that night in Wales when we were drunk and horny and it felt like it was just physical. This feels more than that. Primal. Urgent. Like there is nothing else except the two of us. Like this is the start of something truly special.

“Touch me,” she whispers again, more urgently this time.

Gently I brush my hand over her. Her mouth opens, teeth unsheathing. I feel a frisson up the back of my spine at the sight of them. Fear and arousal all mixed into one. I brush my hand again and she lets out an exhale, her head falling back, hair cascading so it tickles the arm I have wrapped around her waist to hold her in place.

“Touch me.” This time it sounds like she’s begging, her voice laced with an increased sense of urgency.

I repeat the motion. Once, twice, three times.

And then she takes my hand once more and presses my thumb against herself, hips grinding. I watch her face, her eyes closed. And then I pull my thumb away. Her eyes flash open and darkness pins me in position.

Until I bring my thumb to my mouth, carefully wetting it.

She helps me to slide her underwear to one side as I place it against her nakedness and this time her gasp is loud, echoing around the room.