“You want this cock, Olivia?”
His fingers dug into my skin, spreading my ass cheeks wider as his thrusts grew punishing. His voice roughened into something darker. Hungrier.
“You want me to fill this cunt until you can’t think about anything else?”
My breath caught hard enough to hurt, or else I would’ve screamed yes.
Rack stared up at me like he wanted to devour me whole.
“Then take it.”
He lifted my hips and drove me back down onto him, making my body fuck him harder, deeper. My head fell back instantly, pleasure slamming through me so hard my vision blurred.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Every thrust snapped through the car until the windows fogged around us. One of his hands slid between our bodies, finding my swollen aching clit and rubbing tight circles that made my entire body tense.
“That’s it,” he groaned, watching my reactions like they were feeding him. “Give it to me.”
His pace became erratic after that, less careful, like he’d stopped holding himself back. Now, he was chasing something he was determined to catch, determined to claim.
My hand shot up and grabbed his wrist, yanking it to my face before I sank my teeth into the soft flesh and pulled with all my might.
Rack roared as blood hit my tongue.
The taste sent another violent wave crashing through me. My body clenched around him hard enough to drag a broken moan from his chest while I shook against him, still feeding from his wrist like it was the only thing keeping me on this plane of existence.
That was all it took.
Rack’s head snapped back, and a raw, feral sound echoed against the metal and glass windows as his hips drove upward hard enough to lift both of us off the seat before we collapsed together again.
For a few seconds, neither of us moved.
I stayed sprawled against his chest, lungs burning, while his heartbeat hammered wildly beneath my cheek.
Then the monster inside began to reseed and reality started creeping back in.
Because somewhere between the blood, the hunger, and the way he looked at me like I mattered more than breathing… I was starting to realize I might be falling for him.
And somehow, impossibly, for Calix too.
Which felt like the worst possible idea in existence.Fuck me. How are we going to get around this one, Olivia?!
18
OLIVIA
On the drive home, we fell into a strange kind of silence. Not uncomfortable exactly, just heavy.
Rack kept glancing over at me between turns, fingers tapping once against the steering wheel before stopping again. Every few minutes, he tried to explain.
“This is normal for newborn vampires.”
A pause.
