“Millie?” Gray hums, closing his eyes as he turns his lips into the palm of my hand.
“Hm?” My heart thrums as his own hand closes around my wrist, pressing his lips to each pad of my fingers with a delicate little kiss.
“I’m starving,” he rasps.
Without a second’s hesitation, I hear myself say, “So am I.”
My coat falls away with my hat and scarf, lost somewhere behind the desk. His cool hands stroke my jaw and throat as he seeks to deepen each kiss. I give myself to him willingly, meeting each lash of his tongue with my own. Coherent thoughts turn to mindless chatter in the back of my mind, overruled by desire.
Touch me, touch me, kiss me, kiss me.
“Millie.” He pulls away, desperation clinging to his ungodly beautiful face. “I mean it. I’m starving.”
I open my eyes and see that his irises are encased in black sclera. Red veins have formed under them like spiderwebs, bright and angry against his pale complexion. Impulse untangles my hands from under his shirt, and instead I stroke the veins with my thumbs.
“Does this happen often?” I ask. It’s the second time I've seen him like this.Maybe that’s because he’s feeding when he needs to. I’m guessing he hasn’t yet today.
“Millie,” he growls.
“Sorry.” Blinking, I drop my hands to my sides and plant themfirmly on the surface of the desk. “You can feed from me.”
“Are you sure?” His jaw ticks; he must be keeping it together for my sake. Desperation is clawing at his composure.
“Yes,” I say, pressing my lips to his. “As long as I get something in return.”
“What’s that?” He kisses my jaw.
“You run me to the nearest diner for a cheeseburger.” My head lolls to the side, exposing my neck to him. Gray presses a kiss there, but doesn’t bite. He sinks lower until he’s on his knees, planted firmly between my legs. Not what I was expecting, but I don’t stop him from searching. His hands skim along my waistline and pull at the band on my leggings. I lift my hips in reply, breath hitching in my chest as he exposes my thighs.
“High in iron?” His brow quirks in question as he presses his shoulders between my knees, forcing them open.
“Very high in iron.” I nod.
“Good girl.” He pushes my right leg higher, licking the sensitive seam where thigh meets groin. The sight alone is enough to make me wet. “Brace yourself.”
Gray’s fangs slide along the sensitive groove before sinking easily into my skin, and ohfuckme, holy shit, he was serious. I jolt, held fast by his iron-like grip on my thigh and hip. A scream rips through my chest, ringing out in the empty room and church. I feel like I’m coming, but I’m not. My pussy tightens and my clit is throbbing, accented by the pull of his mouth drawing blood from my leg. Its path grazes past my sex, sending me into a flurry of need and want and carnal desire.
My stomach knots, the build-up ever growing as he feeds. I need the release or I’m going to lose my ever loving mind. With a shaking hand, I pull my thong to the side and slip my fingers along my wet lips. I am soaked, and I almost wince at how sensitive the bud of my clit is. Four long strokes and I’m there, already mounted at the top from his bite. When I come down,I crash headfirst into an array of stars and colors so vibrant, I swear I must be hallucinating.
My back hits the desk with a hard thunk. “Jesus Christ.”
“Gods, I swear you’re unlike anything I’ve ever tasted.” Gray’s head pops up from between my legs, a trace of my blood still present on his lips. He looks drunk, or high, orboth. I prop myself up on both elbows and watch him lick it clean with heated interest. I’ve only had his blood, but I’m longing to know what his cock tastes like.
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“As you should.” He wipes his bottom lip with his thumb and smirks. It’s so fucking sexy.
“Now what?” I breathe.
His eyes drop to my exposed lower half, and he subtly, but still openly, palms himself through his jeans. “I’m determining if I should feed you that cheeseburger or gorge myself on your cunt again.”
My stomach growls, as if to answer that question for the both of us. Someone here has to be the responsible one, and if it isn’t going to be my brain, then it’s going to be my stomach. Though slightly disappointed, my stomach makes a valid point. I’m hungry, and my mouth is dry. I definitely need to eat and rehydrate.
“Cheeseburger it is.” He nods, then brings one thumb to his and pierces it with a sharpened fang. “But first, let’s make sure you don’t bleed out.”
“What’re you—” Words fall to nothing as he thumbs his blood along the bite mark, coating it in a thin layer of red and massaging it in with a careful touch. After a minute of pure magic, he wipes away the blood to reveal newly healed skin.
“All done.” He takes a step back and offers his hand.
