Page 48 of Pleasure & Prey: Vol. 2

But, it doesn’t feel like it.

Jed bites me suddenly, one hand pinning me down as his teeth press into my skin. I squeal in surprise, twisting under him as he sucks what I know will be a dark and lasting mark onto my fair skin. “Good girl,” he grates, finally pulling away, though it’s only so he can lick over the mark. “You’re so good for me, perfect, Saylor.” When he looks at me, though, I still see that sweetness in his face, and I know he’s checking to make sure that I’m all right.

It calms my pounding heart, and my stomach loosens a little at the sight. My body relaxes a second later, when he flashes me one of his caring, adorable grins that reminds me of a puppy. He’s still my Jed.

But he’s something else as well. Something he’s been hiding from me since we met.

“I wanted him to keep going,” my ex-cannibal tells me, fingers finding my shirt hem and pulling it over me in one quick jerk. He leans over me once he does, fingers tracing the silver design on my bra while he stares down, contemplative. “I taunted him into hitting me, because that’s how I convince myself that I’m not the same as before.”

“Before?” I whisper, unable to keep quiet.

“Before Virgil and Wren found me hitchhiking, fresh out of Texas,” he supplies easily. “They made me want to be a better person. You make me want to be everything for you.” He bares his teeth in a wolfish grin, his fingers skimming across my stomach until he can hook them in the top of my leggings.

“He would’ve walked away if I hadn't pushed him. But fuck, I wanted to push him, princess.” His fingers pull downward, and he uses his other hand to maneuver me until my leggings and underwear are somewhere over the foot of the bed, leaving me just in my bralette. “And I enjoyed it when he snapped. He hit me once.” Jed taps his lip before his hands come back to smooth up my sides. I shudder at the touch, my body on fire from his voice and his hands alone. “I let him have it, because he was drunk, and if I didn’t let him have a little something, I would’ve felt terrible.” His smile darkens as he leans over me, his knee pressing between my thighs.

“But after that first hit, I didn’t give him anything at all.” His bloody, raw knuckles trail up my sides, over my arms, until he can stroke one thumb along my lip. “And I loved every sound he made. I wanted him to make more. His blood was sour and flat. Filled with cheap booze and cigarettes. My mother would’ve called him bad meat and made jerky out of him, if that.”

“Why…” I lick my lips, accidentally touching his thumb with my tongue. “Why jerky?” He has to be joking, right?

But his grin tells me he isn’t. “Because it’s the most forgiving way to treat bad meat like him.” I know he can feel the shudder that goes through me, and while much of it is from revulsion at the idea of eating someone labeled bad meat…some of it has nothing to do with the cannibalistic aspect of this.

“That’s umm.” I have no idea what it is. Or why my body is still begging for him to do more than just watch me.

“It’s fucked up,” Jed supplies with a sudden, rueful laugh. His expression lightens, just a touch, and with a few quick movements he tugs my bralette off over my head, staring down at me again. “I’m fucked up, in case you haven’t noticed. Don’t deny it.” He cuts me off the moment I open my mouth. “It is what it is, Saylor. If you can’t live with it, I understand.”

“Does it make me fucked up if it’s not a sticking point?” I take my time with the words, and when they come out, they’re barely audible.

“No.” His reply is quick, and he finds my eyes to hold them with his. “It makes you perfect.” He leans down, until he’s just inches above me, and I can feel his breath on my lips as he keeps his gaze on mine, waiting to see what I’ll do.

So, naturally, I don’t keep him waiting. All the trepidation in the world isn’t enough to rip away my attraction and need for him. I lean up just enough to catch his lips, my arms twining around his shoulders so I can jerk him down to me; bringing him close enough for my tongue to once again find that split in his upper lip. That makes him moan like he’s gone feral.

I lick over it again, my movements small and teasing while my tongue occasionally dips into his mouth. When my licks break it open, however, and fresh blood seeps between my lips, he doesn’t give me the opportunity to apologize. His groan becomes a snarl, and he slams his lips against mine to turn whatever this is into a real, earnest kiss.

Then he proceeds to devour me like he’s trying to suck out my soul through my lips. Distantly I can hear and feel him struggling with his jeans, and within less than a minute I hear the distinctive sound of them hitting the floor.

“Fuck, Saylor,” Jed pants, pulling away with lips smeared with red. “I can’t believe you exist.” He lunges back down again, but this time, instead of going for my mouth, his tongue licks a line up my throat, only for him to follow it again with nipping, grazing teeth.

It’s not normal. My stomach prickles with excitement and fear while he licks and nips my skin, giving both sides of my neck a thorough taste before he moves further downward.

“Are you—” I begin, but again he cuts me off.

“Tasting every inch of your perfect skin,” he purrs, like it was obvious all along. “I love the way you taste, Saylor. Especially right here.” He strokes his tongue over my nipple, over and over until I’m a whining, twisting mess under him and my nipple is stiff under his mouth.

He finally moves to the other, his fingers and tongue quickly doing the same to it before he sits up just enough to readjust and kneel between my thighs. His eyes tell me exactly what he’s planning, and I can barely breathe when anticipation closes my throat.

“But I think you know what my favorite part of you is?” His grips my thighs like he had that first time, and his thumbs stroke over both sides of my slit, eyes never leaving mine. A whimper leaves my throat, desperate and needy, and that only causes his smile to widen.

“I just want you to know in advance,” he tells me, fingers swiping over my clit. “That I’m not going to stop until you come with my tongue deep in your cunt. I’m going to taste every inch of your pussy while you come, Saylor. You got that?”

But it’s obviously a rhetorical question, because in the next second he’s leaning down, mouth open as he breathes against my pussy. Even that is enough to make me yelp, though it’s more in anticipation than anything else before he seals his lips against my body, his tongue flicking out to tease at my entrance. He isn’t satisfied with that, however. His mouth moves, sliding up my slick folds until he can kiss and nip at my clit before running his tongue over it just like he had the rest of me. I twist, writhing as my hand flies down to tangle in his hair. Not that he minds, or notices.

Especially when he seals his mouth over my clit and sucks it into his mouth, causing me to let out a surprised scream. It only encourages him, though. He sucks harder, teeth grazing against it, before pulling back with an audible, wet sound as he looks up at me with a ravenous, toothy grin.

“You’re the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” Jed purrs, going back in to suck on my clit once more. He repeats that twice, sending me nearly into a coma with the intensity of the feeling. I try to move my hips, to close them or at the very least flex my legs, but his iron-tight grip isn’t letting me go anywhere.

“And I’m not just saying that.” He’s panting the next time he speaks, but he licks a stripe up my cunt in between his words. “Out of everything and everyone I’ve tried?” he waits for me to look at him, my eyes wide and my thighs trembling. “This is the one thing I’ll never be able to get enough of.”

When his tongue plunges into me, I see stars. He thrusts it into my entrance, deeper than what I think should be possible, and his fingers join in the action as he messily eats me out. He’s as thorough as humanly possible, that’s for sure, and when my thighs start to shake, the best I can do is whimper and reach down with my other hand, fingers brushing against his flexing jaws.