Page 44 of Fanged Interest


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“Horrible. And wonderful, now please, for the love of god, let me off the hook.”

With an evil giggle, Sky tugged my jeans down to my ankles, taking my underwear with them. I shimmied out of the garments, sucking in a breath when Sky parted my legs and pulled one over her shoulder. “I’m going to fall over like this.”

“Hold onto the table if you have to.” The wicked woman brushed my whining aside, gripping my thigh that rested on her shoulder.

She nipped at me again, coaxing another groan, before finally turning her attention to my aching core.

Holding me in place with one arm wrapped around my leg, Sky licked circles around my throbbing clit, making me squirm and very clearly taking pleasure in it. Her own moan reverberated through me, and my back arched involuntarily when she finally drove her tongue over that sensitive cluster of nerves.

I went ballistic under her grip, moaning, writhing and rolling my hips to feel more of her. Her tongue punched at the sensitive nub, suckling and licking and circling while I struggled to keep my balance as my body turned to putty.

Following her command, I leaned forward and slammed one hand on the table in front of me, while Sky’s tongue delved into my entrance with surprising dexterity.

My breathing quickened and my groans grew more guttural as she began flicking her tongue over and over again with increasing force. A back-breaking release approached quickly, sent right over the edge when she slid two fingers deep into me, punching in rhythm with the motions of her tongue.

“Fuck!” I moaned into the open air as I came, clutching Sky’s hair as my hips steamrolled against her welcoming mouth.

As my twitching muscles returned to their relaxed state, I lowered my leg from Sky’s shoulder, leaning on both hands as I stared down at her. Sky looked back, a smile turning up the corner of her lips. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth and pushed herself upwards to kiss me.

I could taste myself on her tongue, mingled with the metallic tint of blood and the sugary sweetness of cherries.

Chapter 20

SKY

Ianxiouslytappedmynails against the edge of the sleek, glass conference table as I glanced around the modern office space. Jordan was deep in conversation with a group of well-dressed vamps, Maxine and Hunter included. I felt out of place amongst the sleek business women, their stylish outfits and perfectly coiffed hair mirrored the high-end aesthetic of the office, while my chipped nail polish and fraying sweater fit better with the trash can in the corner.

Jordan had been confused as to why I had insisted on joining her for this business meeting. She assumed I was skittish about being left at home considering what had happened the last time, but I had a very different motive for accompanying her.

On the one hand, I planned to pay a visit to my mother, having not seen her for quite a few months by then. I was also eager to introduce her to Jordan. On top of that, however, I had business to attend to with another Manhattan dweller.

As Jordan and her vampire squad immersed themselves in animated discussions about the latest trends in fitness products, I discreetly slid my phone from my pocket and flicked open Google Maps. Ursula’s place was only a few streets away, and I had a bone to pick with the young woman.

I wasn’t exactly intending to keep my visit to the witch a secret from Jordan. But I was hesitant to mention the meeting, assuming it would prove unfruitful. There was no point igniting her hopes if they were to be snuffed out all over again. I would talk with Ursula first, and, on the off chance that my mission was successful, then I would tell Jordan.

Satisfied with my rationing and having convinced myself that what I was doing was not a terrible idea, I set my grand escape into motion.

Edging my seat closer to Max, I nudged the other woman with my elbow. “Maxine, I heard Hunter telling Jordan that your hair looked frizzy today. She seemed to take great pleasure in relaying the information.”

Max’s hand immediately went to her hair, which was as smooth and silky as it always was. “That wench. She’s probably trying to turn Jordan against me. She knows I’ve been conspiring against her cruel rule over this office.”

I nodded stoically. “Yes, you’re probably right. You should call her out in this meeting, let everyone know that she’s been corrupted by power.”

I was beginning to master the art of sowing chaos among vampire kind. They were, after all, very dramatic creatures.

“Look at her,” Max mumbled, eyeing Hunter and Jordan from across the table. “She’s probably telling her about the time I spat in her coffee. But she’s going to leave out the part about it being self defense. She insulted my shoes that day. And those shoes were lovely!”

“How could she!” I crooned, shaking my head sympathetically. “Your shoes are always lovely. You’re the best dressed person in this meeting room.”

“Thank you!” Maxine tossed her hair over her shoulder, squaring up to face her adversary, “Enough is enough. Hunter’s tyrannical rule ends here.”

“You have my sword.” I patted her shoulder and sat back to watch the drama unfold.

All heads turned our way when Max slammed her hands down on the table, her palms landing with a loud slap.

“Hunter McGuire!” she declared boldly, pointing at the other vampire with one manicured talon. “You will answer for your crimes against this office block!”

In the passionate argument that followed, all eyes and ears were geared toward Max and Hunter, giving me room to slip away unnoticed. I vowed to myself to apologize to the two vampires later, but I couldn’t help the swell of pride at my mischievous achievement.

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