Finally, I approach him head-on, crowding him until our chests bump.
“Do I have to make you move?” I ask.
Pink stains the blue of his eyes—he likes that idea as much as I do.
Alistair dips his head until his lips hover directly over the mark he left on my neck. “I’ll move on one condition,” he purrs. “You promise not to deliberately spill your blood for me unless it’s dripping down my fangs.”
Every word is possessive.
I should hate it. He’s basically claiming me as a source, but it’s hot. I’m getting off on challenging the monster behind his eyes. The blood-sucking creature inside Alistair is exactly the kind of danger I’m into. The opposite of a cold beer at the end of a long day, but just as dependable in its own way.
Alistair wants me and my blood badly, and I like knowing that. I like it a whole lot. Surging forward, I bite his neck and suck. Not hard enough to break his skin, but hard enough to leave behind the angry, pink indent of my teeth.
“Sounds good,” I say, flipping the chargedconversation on its head and brushing past while he’s still reeling. His erection grazes my thigh, and I swallow my grin.
Movie night was a great fucking idea.
It takes only twenty minutes for me to change my mind.
Every breath I take is dripping with sexual tension. From the way Celine curls into my side—looking relaxed but feeling anything but—to how Alistair spreads his long legs wide and manages to crowd everyone’s personal space.
“I don’t understand,” Malach mutters. “This is supposed to be comedic, yes?”
I drop my head against the back of the couch. “Yeah. It’s funny.”
“You’re not laughing,” he says.That’s because there’s nothing amusing about having a neglected erection.
“It’s not that funny,” Ciprian says.
I sigh. “We can pick a different movie.”
Celine yawns. “It’s too late for that. I’m tired.”
I grab the remote and press pause, cutting the laugh track off mid-chuckle. Alistair stands, stretches to his full height, and heads for the door with barely a grunt, stopping at the last minute to remind me to lock up after him.
I grumble under my breath. As if I would forget something that important.
Ciprian stands and curses. “My car isn’t here.”
“I can give you a ride.” Alistair’s offer surprises us all. Whether he’s trying to be helpful or doesn’t want Celine to let Ciprian stay over is anyone’s guess, but the angry tension between the two of them is so real, I think I could reach out and grab it.
A muscle in Ciprian’s jaw ticks. “I guess that’s better than a rideshare.” He walks to the door, stops, and pivots. Two steps bring him back to the couch, and he bends directly over me to put his face level with Celine’s. “Thank you for inviting me to the fight.”
He kisses her gently, using both hands to cradle her face. With Celine tucked under my arm, I feel her sharp inhale as his lips move against hers. The last drop of blood faithfully circulating my body makes a frantic beeline for my cock, and I stifle a groan as Celine slumps against me, boneless.
“Let’s go, Casanell,” Alistair snaps.
Celine pulls back and glares at Ali. “Don’t kill him.”
Alistair raises his eyebrows. “I wouldn’t dream of it, angel.”
I laugh at him, shaking my head. “I don’t know why you’re mad, Ali. I’m the one who made the drinks and picked the movie no one liked, and I haven’t had a goodnight kiss.”
With absolute chaos dancing in his black eyes, Ciprian bends over again, aiming for me.
I lift my chin. Before Ciprian’s lips can touch mine, Alistair darts across the room and shoves him bodily onto the floor.
“Holy shit, Ali?—”
