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I do.
Her other hand lands on my chin. I go immovable still as she starts by pushing her soft lips against mine. She nibbles my bottom lip with her dull human teeth a few times before she slants her head, finding a new angle before she…
Oh.
She slips her tongue out of her mouth and intomine. The unexpected chill has me ready to shudder, but I restrain myself at the last moment. My Hope wanted me to stay still, in fear of my fangs, and I will do this for her.
The kiss is over all too soon, and already I know that I will forever be addicted to this.
Letting go of my head, she grins up at me as she pulls back. “So? How was that?”
I marvel at my mate. “You taste delicious.”
And that’s just her mouth…
She taps me on my chest. “Aren’t you a charmer? And an expert with your fangs, too. Look.” Sticking out her tongue, she shows me the pretty pink organ before disappearing it with an impish grin on her elfin features. “Not a single nick. You sure that was your first kiss?”
Hope is teasing me, but I nod my head earnestly. “It was,” I confess. “If I could… I would like to kiss you again.”
Hope shifts closer to me, tilting her head back so that I could put my mouth on hers again. “Sure.”
I swallow the nervous lump in my throat. “If it pleases you, my mate, I would like to kiss you somewhere other than your mouth.”
“Oh?” The small hairs over her eyes seem to lift. “Where?”
I point with my claw. “On your cunt.”
HOPE
There’s something about the big monster rumbling ‘cunt’ in his deep voice that has me about to spontaneously combust.
Now, if this wasn’t one of my most fervent fantasies brought to life, there is no way I would even think about agreeing. To have a guy—whatever he is—so hooked on me that he would boldly proposition me like that? To look at me with such hunger in his eyes, like he’s starving and licking my pussy is the only sustenance that will satisfy him?
His mouth is so warm. So is his skin. I thought I was dying before with how hot everything seemed, and I blamed it on the fever I woke up with this morning. Now I’ve been told it’snota fever. It’s the mating sickness—but since none of this can actually been real, maybe that’s my feverish brain coming up with some crazy excuse why this weirdo illness had me desperate enough to even think about sleeping with Jake.
I’m glad I didn’t. While I can’t deny that my co-worker would have happily followed me upstairs if I asked him to, it would’ve been for all the wrong reasons.
But giving in to my horniness by allowing a figment of my imagination to eat me out?
“Sure,” I tell him. “Why not?”
His purple eyes glow so brightly, I nearly have to squint in the darkness of my bedroom; the only other light belongs to the full moon shining in through the gap in my black-out curtains. This close, though, I can see the hope and the hunger written in every line of his alien face.
“I can do this?”
“If you want.”
“Oh, my Hope.” His lips curve, showing off the inch-long fangs that gleam dangerously white against his dark mouth. “I want very much.”
Sammael moves quickly. As though afraid I’ll change my mind, he climbs up off of my bed, towering over me.
I’m not afraid. In fact, without my anxiety to weigh me down in my dreams, I jut my chin out, all but daring him to drop to his knees in front of me.
He doesn’t. Instead, he bends slightly. His grip is gentle yet sure as he grabs me by my hips. Just like how he was careful not to cut me with his fangs during our kiss, he purposely hoists me up with his claws reaching past me so that there’s no chance that he’ll accidentally poke me with those monsters.
As he moves me, laying me out so that my head is propped up against my headboard, my back cushioned by the six pillows I sleep with every night, I think that I should really be more worried about those fangs. One wrong move when he goes down on me and he could stab me in a very delicate place.
Hmm. You know… if I could sense the heat of his mouth during our kiss, and his touch earlier did something to calm whatever the hell is wrong with me, my recent dreams are suddenly being more vivid than they usually are. That means, if he does accidentally stab me, it’ll hurt. Maybe… maybe this isn’t the best idea.
