She’s silent, contemplating, her fingers still working down my arm. Her touch falls away, and she turns to the subject I absolutely do not want her thinking about. “You fight like a vampire. I know you do. I saw you.”
“Jordy-”
“How do you do it? How is it possible?”
I shake my head. Pressing my lips together. We cannot go there.
“Declan and Parker were talking about it. Vampires are bigger, faster, strong. Shifters are all those things, but head to head, vampires beat shifters every time.”
“He’s right. As far as I know, I’m the only shifter to ever beat a vampire. There’s a way to do it, but only I know how.” Fates, why am I telling her this? If any vampire finds out what she knows, her life is forfeit. Not to mention mine.
“How?”
“It’s a secret. I can’t tell you.”
Her hand drops to her own chest. “I dream about him, sometimes. The vampire who did this.”
“I know, Kit.” I’ve held her through those nightmares. “I’ll kill him.”
“No. I wish I was bigger, stronger, faster. So I could defend myself. But I’m not. I’ll always be small.” She sounds so sad. I want to comfort her and have no idea how. “And now I’m scarred. Ugly. Augustine was so mad after…he saw me. He never treated me the same after that.”
“He should’ve protected you,” I growl. “It wasn’t your fault.”
She closes her eyes, tears spilling, magnifying the freckles.
“Kit, sweetness,” I shift her closer in my arms. “Don’t cry. You’re breaking my heart. If I had been there, I would’ve protected you.”
“I know.”
“I’m here now. No vampire will ever touch you again.”
She shakes her head. “I’ve got to go back. You know that. You can’t take from a vampire.”
“He’s not getting his hands on you again,” I growl.
Her eyes slide to the door.
I grip her hair. “No. No running. We’re in this now, together. If you think you’re going back to him after this-”
“Grizz, please.”
“No, Jordy.” I tip her face up. “He doesn’t get to have you.”
Her eyes open and meet mine. “Then who does? Who gets to have me?”
“No one.”
“I don’t want to belong to no one.”
“You belong to yourself.”
“I know. But I want to give myself to someone.”
I shouldn’t ask, but I can’t help it. “Who?”
She licks her lips. “You.”
“Jordy. I can’t…” This is killing me. The knife in my arm, the burn of vampire blood hurts less.
“I know.” She lays her small fingers over my scared lips. “Shh, I know.”
“I’m sorry. It’s not fair to you, Kit. I should let you, but I can’t. Not until-” Not until I find someone better to take her. I should say that, but I can’t.
With a small nod, she pulls away. I let her go. But then she starts to slip down between my knees again.
“What are you doing?” Hope and alarm mixes in my voice.
“You saved me from him.” She sets her hands on my knees, her face at my crotch. “Let me thank you.”
“I want more than your gratitude,” I growl, tugging her head back by her hair.
“Then what do you want?” Her whiskey-colored eyes spear me, open and guileless and absolutely devastating. Stripping me down, wrecking every wall I’ve raised between us.
“You, Kit. I want you. But I can’t have you…” My voice grows ragged as she tugs against my hold, putting her lips right near my upright shaft.
“Just for tonight then. Just for tonight.”
If I tug her hair any tighter, I’ll hurt her, so I let her go. She wants to suck my cock? Fuck if I can stop her. I can barely think with her auburn hair spilling over my thigh, her lips skimming my cock.
“Fuck, yes. Kit, baby-”
“I love how you call me Kit,” she says, her breath blowing over my turgid length. “Your baby fox.” Her tongue darts out, and she licks me. Fuck, I’m gonna explode.
“Kit, please.”
Her smile is smug. “I like being your baby. You make me feel small and cute.”
“You are small.”
She wrinkles her nose.
“You’re cute, too, but not just that.” Reach down and spear her hair with my blunt fingers. “You’re beautiful.”
With a quiet satisfied smile, she opens her mouth and engulfs my cock. Lights flash in my brain, my hips jerk up, fucking her mouth. She goes with it, bobbing her head, her mouth providing perfect suction. She takes me to the root-insane, given how big I am and how small she is.
She’s humming-Fates-vibrations through me, my balls gonna explode.
“Jordy,” I jerk her. “I want you.” I want to come in her but there’s not time. “I’m gonna come.” I want her. She sucks harder, vacuums every bit of cum outta me.
With a roar I thrust hard into her mouth, she takes it, every inch.
Cum dribbles out of the side of her mouth. Obscene. Should be angry for defiling her, instead I want to lay her down, make her scream, wreck and ruin her and make a beautiful mess in my bed. Then hold her in my arms and croon how precious she is. She’ll let me. She’ll let me do every depraved thing I want to do, and lie there, tattered innocence, and smile.
Fisting my hand in her hair, I hold her still and kiss her, hard enough to bruise. My stubble scrapes her soft skin, but if it hurts her, she makes no sign. She wriggles under me, her legs wrapped around my hips, tugging me closer, begging for more.
I kiss down her body, browsing over her heart, breasts chafed, her hands begging.
“Please, Grizz, please, oh, yes-”
I prop her legs over my shoulders and bury my face in her snatch. Fates, she tastes so damn good. “Gonna eat you, baby. Gonna lick up every drop.” My tongue rough and wide, lapping over as much of her tender skin as I can. She writhes under the onslaught, but her hands grip my hair, pulling me tighter.