Every muscle in his body tightened beneath my grip before his voice dropped lower.
“Take it, Via.” A shudder rolled through him. “It’s yours.”
Via.He called me Via.
The sound cracked through the red haze clouding my head, and my grip loosened slightly. I pulled back from his throat just enough to see his face.
His jaw was clenched tight. Eyes blown, looking both intoxicated and excited all at once. Like he was barely holding onto himself.
He let go of my hair, and for one sharp second, we both exhaled. A single breath of clarity before the world blurred and I was laying on top of the counter.
The cold marble pressed against my back while Calix yanked my sleep shorts down my legs in one brutal motion.
The next thing I knew, his mouth was on me, and the monster inside me purred.
Pleasure slammed through me so hard my head tipped back against the cabinets. My fingers flew into his hair, tugging, while helpless sounds spilled out of me with every tug of his lips pulling on my clit.
The wet sounds alone nearly killed me. All I could do was shake while wave after wave tore through me. Then his voice vibrated against me.
“Now it’s my turn to feed.”
I couldn’t answer. Could barely think. Then something sharper pricked against the most sensitive bundle of nerves.
Bliss swept through me like venom in the bloodstream, lighting my whole body on fire. I yanked his hair hard enough to force a groan out of him as the tug caused the fang to pull at my clit harder.
Stars burst behind my eyes as I screamed out his name.
“Cal!”
My voice broke apart completely.
“Oh fuck, Cal, yes?—”
Crack.
Before I could ask what the sound was, Calix vanished.
One second, his mouth was on me, his hands gripping the counter, and the next, there was nothing but empty air and the lingering heat of him against my skin.
I pushed myself upright on the counter, eyes darting wildly around the kitchen even though I already knew he was gone.
Gone. After giving me the most mind-numbing orgasm of my entire life.
A shaky laugh almost escaped me as I ran my hand over my face.What the fuck!?If this was what Lark had been talking about all this time, then maybe I really had been stupid for avoiding supes.
“Let me help you.”
I spun toward the voice. Rack stood a few feet away, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his expression unreadable in the dim kitchen light.
“Rack, I?—”
He lifted a hand before I could continue. The movement wasn’t sharp or angry. It was just enough to stop me from babbling out words that I didn't know would hurt or help the situation.
He crossed the kitchen slowly, like he was approaching something fragile. His hands settled carefully on my waist before he lifted me down from the counter.
The second my feet touched the floor, I finally saw the damage around us. My mouth fell open.
Two deep handprints cratered the marble where Calix had gripped the counter hard enough to break it. Dust and chunks of stone littered the floor beneath them. Blood streaked across the tile in smeared handprints, crimson footprints that danced along the white surface, and the refrigerator had a massive dent that was shaped suspiciously like a body had slammed into it at high speed.
