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“Ask me,” he hushes, “Ask me for my tongue.”

“Please,” I grit, “Please, Kole, please put your tongue inside me.”

Still, he doesn’t give it to me. Not straight away. His tongue teases my entrance, and I grip the back of his head, pulling his ponytail loose then digging my fingers into his thick black hair.

Then there it is... inside me.

He hums with pleasure and the vibration makes my legs waver.

“Did Tanner come inside you?” he asks, even though he must know already because he can taste him.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Did you show him your wings?”

“Yes.” This time, my answer is snatched away by a sharp intake of breath as Kole replaces his tongue with his fingers, and swirls it around my clit instead.

I know I won’t come, not now, not with thoughts of Mack and English vampire lords distracting me, but it doesn’t matter.

I still don’t want it to end.

Sinking into the sensation of Kole’s tongue and fingers – stroking, swirling, coaxing – I tilt my head back and sigh with pleasure.

Can I bite you, Little Star?

Kole’s voice fills me up.

Always.

There’s a pause. The circles on my clit slow, and his hot breath at the apex of my thighs makes my skin prickle.

He presses his thumb to the fleshiest part of my inner thigh.

Can I bite you here?

My breath hitches in my chest. He has bitten my neck plenty of times, but he has never bitten m here.

“Do it,” I tell him forcefully, hand on the back of his head.

Kole takes my thigh between his teeth and bites, hard. The sensation shoots through me like a bolt of electricity and I gasp, blood dripping down my leg. Hot and wet.

As he sucks, and pleasure ricochets through the gaps between my bones, I cry out.

Kole’s hands find my ass and grip hard. Blood drips down his chin, and the sounds he makes as he sucks drive all other thoughts from my head.

I thrust my hand between my legs and the moment I touch myself, I’m coming hard, arching my back and gripping his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure radiates outwards from the epicenter of my core. My breathing is ragged and Kole’s fingers are inside me now, pushing me higher until I can take no more and finally collapse into him, trembling with pleasure.

I look down at him, and don’t need to speak. Wordlessly, he takes his pants off and I lower myself onto him.

He wraps his arms around my waist as the tip of his cock enters me. The sensation is electric – like lightning has struck us both at once. Reaching down between us, I trace my fingers through the blood on my thigh then raise them to his lips.

As he sucks beads of crimson from my skin, he closes his eyes and eases me down onto the decking. When I’m on my back, he arches over me, holding one leg flush against his chest so he can thrust deep enough to make me yell his name.

He is clutching my hands, pinning them up above my head, lips tainted with the hue of my blood, when his orgasm rocks through him.

Silently, his body tenses then uncoils.

His teeth find my neck, but don’t puncture my skin. Instead, they nibble gently. Then he kisses me. My throat, my lips, my forehead.