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“Humans are very strange,” Amon muttered.
“You’re just pissy because you can only drink one thing your entire life. No variety.”
“All blood doesn’t taste the same.”
Sonny frowned. It never dawned on him that blood tasted different because he’d never thought about it before now. “Really?”
Amon shrugged as he stretched his longs legs out in front of him. Sonny slid his gaze up Amon’s body, wondering what it would be like to climb onto the man’s lap and kiss him until neither of them could breathe. “I can tell when someone takes care of themselves or if they’re sick. I can also tell if they have a high-fat diet.”
Sonny wrinkled his nose. “Gross.”
Amon winked. “Actually, fatty blood is quite delicious. It has more flavor.”
“You’re going to make me sick.”
“From eating leaves?” Amon muttered. “Eat some of that fried chicken you make for Andrew.”
Was Amon suggesting, in a roundabout way, that he wanted to drink from Sonny? It wasn’t an unappealing idea. Sonny had stopped offering a vein to the other coven members because he hadn’t wanted to replace one high for another.
But the thought of feeding Amon turned Sonny on. “I don’t think I’ll ever eat another piece of fried chicken again. Not because Andrew wants it all the time, but because of the things he does to it.” Sonny shuddered. “He smothers it with cottage cheese.”
“That’s not normal?” Amon asked, looking genuinely curious.
“God no.” Sonny would never tell Andrew how disgusting it looked when he did that, because he didn’t want to offend him, but it was totally gross. He pursed his lips. “It would be like adding cranberry juice to whatever blood you wanted to drink.”
Amon screwed his face up then blanched. “I get your point.”
Sonny wasn’t sure Amon did, since he doubted the vampire knew what cranberry juice tasted like, but he let the subject drop. He was too busy stealing glances at Amon while he ate, barely tasting his food as wicked thoughts played in his mind.
Thoughts of stripping naked and bending over, offering himself to the guy.
How long had it been since he’d been laid? He’d been working for Eleazar for nearly eight months. He and Bruce hadn’t had sex two months before that. Sonny was horny, plain and simple. He bit his lower lip, trying his best not to openly stare, but it was like trying not to look at a car crash. Your gaze kept straying there, even if you didn’t want it to.
Before Sonny knew what was happening, Amon moved lightning fast, yanking Sonny onto his lap. Sonny’s salad dropped to the floor, making a mess, but all he could do was stare into Amon’s pretty brown eyes.
“What’re you doing?”
Amon leaned in, his lips hovering just inches away from Sonny’s own.
“I think you know exactly what I’m doing,” Amon whispered, his eyes fixed on Sonny’s lips. With a sudden move, he closed the distance between them, pressing his mouth against Sonny’s hungrily.
Sweet baby Jesus. Sonny was a goner. Amon kissed like a dream, and Sonny was powerless to pull away. The kiss was like nothing Sonny had ever experienced before. Amon’s tongue danced against his lips, seeking entrance, and Sonny eagerly parted them, inviting him in. Their tongues twisted together, tasting each other in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Amon cupped Sonny’s face, his thumbs drawing circles on Sonny’s skin as he took control, making Sonny dizzy with need. Amon’s grip on him tightened. It was almost suffocating, but Sonny didn’t care. After months of wanting, he was finally in Amon’s arms.
When they pulled apart, Sonny was panting.
“Tell me what you want, Sonny,” Amon whispered. “Do you want me to take you right here, right now?”
Sonny’s mind was racing, his heart thumping wildly. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, but now that it was happening, he was almost too scared to act. But then Amon’s hands were on the hem of Sonny’s shirt, tugging it up and over his head, and Sonny knew there was no going back.
That still didn’t take away the fear. “Amon.” Sonny swallowed roughly.
“I know.” Amon caressed his cheek. “I know what you’ve been through, sweetheart. I know the pain you’ve suffered. I know you’re afraid to be vulnerable again. If you give me your trust, I promise to cradle it carefully in my hands.”
Oh hell. How was Sonny supposed to fight against that? Did he even want to?
“Yes,” Sonny breathed, his hands fumbling with the buttons on Amon’s shirt. “I want you to take me.”
