Rack looked wrecked. Flushed skin. Swollen lips. Eyes dark and blown wide with the same hunger tearing through me.
“I told you,” he said again, his voice rougher this time. “I don’t mind.”
A crooked smile pulled at his mouth despite the way his chest heaved. “Use me.” The words hit harder than they should’ve.
“You want blood?” His fingers curled deeper inside me, and my head fell back. “Come to me.”
Another slow thrust.
“You need comfort?” His nose brushed along my neck lightly. “Come to me.”
I looked down to see his gaze searching mine, needing me to understand what he was telling me.
“I don’t care where we are or what you need, be it blood or sex.” His hand tightened on my waist. “Just find me.”
Something in my chest cracked open at that because this wasn’t the cold, unreadable Rack I thought I knew. This wasn’t the Syndicate second-in-command everyone feared.
This man looked at me like his devotion to me came as naturally as breathing. And for someone who’d spent most of her life alone…
How was I not supposed to fall for that?
I grabbed his face and kissed him before I could think too hard about it, and his mouth opened beneath mine. Our tongues tangled together while every nerve ending in my body sparked alive.
I could feel how badly he wanted me in the way his hands shook against my hips. The way his breathing kept breaking whenever I kissed him deeper.
Heat pooled lower between my thighs until I could feel it soaking through my panties.
Without breaking the kiss, my hands fumbled between us. One palm dragged over the hard length pressing against his slacks while the other worked at the button with clumsy urgency.
Rack groaned straight into my mouth as soon as I freed him from his fabric prison.
His cock jerked free into my hand, and I wrapped my fingers around him instinctively.
Rack’s breath snagged hard in his throat. His head tipped back against the seat as I slowly stroked him, watching every twitch that crossed his face. Pre-cum slicked across my palm while my thumb lazily circled over the sensitive head, each pass making his stomach tighten beneath me.
“Fuck…” he breathed, barely getting the word out.
His fingers kept pumping, matching my rhythm, and it almost felt like we were fucking. The pressure built low in my body, coiling tight until his fingers bottomed out and something inside snapped.
My back arched, and a broken sound tore from my chest as pleasure crashed through me hard enough to make my legs shake. Sticky warmth flooded, covering his hand, while he kept working me through my orgasm, slower now, gentler, watching me fall apart like he was fascinated by every second of it.
But the second his fingers slipped free, the ache came roaring back.
Not hunger this time, but something worse.
My eyes stung as I clung to him, still shaking. Need pulsed through my veins, hot and sharp. My hands were still wrapped around his cock, and I found myself unable to keep from shifting above him and lowering down, inch by agonizing inch, impaling myself on his cock.
Rack’s entire body jerked when I sank down and bottomed out on him.
“O-oh fuck?—”
The sound cracked right out of him. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise while his face twisted in a pleasure that physically hurt. I could feel him stretching me, filling me deeper, as my wet thighs trembled.
This time, when I leaned toward his ear, I could actually think enough to whisper.
“Now it’s your turn,” I breathed against his skin, and something feral flashed across his face.
His palms smacked hard against my ass, the sting making my hips jump against him. A breathless sound punched out of me as friction sparked through my entire body.
