Owen’s lips make their way down towards my neck, kissing and biting my skin softly. I hiss, my hands climbing up his shoulders and reaching for his neck too. I imitate what he did to me, massaging the soft skin right over his pulse. He must like that, because he moans and bites harder on my neck, but his fangs aren’t extended yet.
“You learn quickly.” His breath is ticklish against my skin, making me laugh.
His tongue runs up and down my pulsing vein until the throbbing inside my body becomes unbearable. Much like the anticipation of foreplay, but not quite. It’s a new feeling that I wasn’t expecting. I thought this would be like the last time, but it’s not at all. Is it because I actually feel something for Jacob? That’s almost as bad as my feelings for Damien, since they’re both out of my reach.
I flinch when Owen’s fangs pierce my skin, since I was distracted. The pain is fleeting, though, and quickly replaced by a very pleasurable sensation. My heart is forced to beat at the rhythm of Owen’s sucking motion. I throw my head back onto the sofa and basically melt. A long sigh escapes me as he licks my skin.
Whatever this feeling is, I don’t want it to end. I surrender to him, closing my eyes and feeling my blood rush towards him, as if it wanted to do so of its own volition. Owen hums into my veins, producing a vibration inside me that has me shaking. Myeyes open and my fingers dig into the back of his head. It feels really good, although it’s not sexual at all. Very weird, somehow.
After just a few more seconds, Owen’s tongue runs over the small wounds on my neck a few times before he pulls back. A single drop of blood trickles down his chin, but he catches it with his thumb. With a wicked smile, he brings that finger to his lips and sucks on it. His golden skin seems to glow under the warm light of the minimalistic chandelier above us.
“You taste just as good as you look, Killien,” he purrs. “So freaking delicious.”
Heat rises up to my cheeks and ears as I chuckle, not sure what to say to that. But before I can think of something, he’s kissing me again. I can taste myself on his tongue, my own blood sending an electric shock down my spine that has my fangs extending right away.
“Drink from me,” he whispers against my lips.
I don’t need to be told twice, apparently. I’m quickly searching for his pulse on the side of his neck. He throws his head back, resting against the sofa and letting me hover over him. My fangs dig into his skin delicately, getting a loud, deep moan from him in response. His blood tastes good: salty but with a subtle fruity undertone. Owen’s hand squeezes my waist as he pulls me closer, causing me to lose balance and collapse on top of him.
Maybe I should protest, but I’m too far gone to mind the way he grinds his erection against my thigh. I don’t want it, but I also can’t be bothered to stop him. As his blood slides down my throat, my entire body seems to light up in a frenzy. My heart beats too fast, my veins throbbing with the need to be filled. I like his taste, although it’s nothing like Jacob’s blood. It’s just not as hot, or sweet, and my dick is not getting engaged in what’s happening.
The rest of my body, though, is on fire. I’m overwhelmed by the burning, ticklish sensation of his blood penetrating every single cell of my body. My skin seems to get warmer as I groan into his veins, sucking harder and harder until I feel like I can’t take any more.
Owen is moaning loudly against my ear, his breath erratic, his hips desperately reaching out for friction against me. It gives me a strange, uncomfortable feeling. I want to ask him to stop, but as soon as I pull back, he does so on his own.
“Fuck—” he whispers, staring at me through hooded eyes while I sit back beside him.
Once more, my cheeks burn as they turn red. I can’t say that he’s not hot. His golden hair all tousled, green eyes flickering alight for a fraction of a second. He’s the perfect image of an attractive man, I suppose. Especially now, when he’s all sprawled on the sofa, panting and obviously hard. I, however, feel nothing in that department. Not even a twitch. I get hard so easily for Damien, and even for Jacob, but I can’t seem to do so now.
I’m really, seriously, fucked-up . . .
There’s a strange aftertaste in my mouth, something sickly sweet, maybe even rotten. But I ignore it, forcing a smile for Owen, who’s still staring at me like he wants to eat me alive—or fuck me senseless. I don’t know which option is worse.
His eyes slowly travel down my body and settle on my crotch, where they stay for a few seconds. “Hm . . . You’re not into me, are you?”
For whatever reason, his words make me feel guilty. “I think I’m just nervous,” I say, forcing another smile. “It’s all so new to me . . .”
Owen smiles back and pats my shoulder, sitting up and letting out a long sigh. “Yeah, that could be it. Let’s give it time, shall we?”
I nod, but deep down I know that I’m never going to want him that way. Something about me must be wrong, because I only seem to want the people who don’t want me back.
Yeah, I’m definitely fucked.
Twenty-Three
Damien
“Underworld?” I ask Jacob.
He glowers at me, which only makes me laugh. Why is he so cute when he’s pissed? For such a big man, he makes the most adorable angry faces. I’m not at all intimidated by him, especially not after winning our little fight.
“No. I just want your word that you won’t threaten to stab me in the heart again,” he growls, not even bothering to hide his annoyance.
“Oh, of course I won’t.” I play with the folding knife in my hand, opening and closing it as I look down at him. He lies on the silky black sheets of his bed, completely naked and fresh out ofthe shower, while I hover over him. “That was just me winning, darling. I’ll only make superficial cuts.”
Jacob takes a deep breath and relaxes underneath me, though his eyes can’t seem to move away from my knife. His hands rest on my hips, slowly caressing and squeezing my butt and thighs. He does that when he wants me to ride him, but that’s not gonna happen tonight.
“Are you scared, darling?” I purr, reveling in the anger that flashes through his dark eyes.
