Page 12 of Magpies & Mayhem
His jaw clenched, and he shook his head. “They tried to freeze some sperm as soon as I got to the hospital, but it was already ruined. They said the chances of me ever having kids were practically zero. I’m basically dead now anyway—it’s not something I’d want to pass on.”
I paused a beat to think before continuing with the buttons. I wanted to know more about him going to the hospital and how he’d ended up becoming a vampire in the first place, but I figured I was pushing him enough as it was. This wasn’t the time for that conversation.
I pulled my shirt off and tsked at him. “You’re notdead.” Or maybe he was. He was completely frozen, had stopped breathing, head back against the headboard, mouth a little open, eyes on my tits. I glanced down. I couldn’t really blame him. I had great tits. He was great for my ego though—there was no denying that. I felt my nipples tighten under his stare.
I grasped his shaft, which was so hard that the skin was already pulled back, and felt hot desire tighten in my own core. He sucked in a breath, letting his eyes flutter closed as I stroked him. It was a beautiful sight, but I was curious to see what he looked like coming apart at the seams, so I leaned down to lick the slit in the head of his cock. His whole body flinched, and I grinned, licking him again and again until he cursed, and his breath started trembling out of him. Taking him in my mouth and sucking the rounded head, running my tongue along the underside of his shaft, had him tightening his grip on the headboard and panting. He looked helpless and vulnerable, delirious with pleasure.
I increased my suction until he was growling and groaning, his muscles tensing and releasing as he fought his desire to thrust deeper into my mouth. I rewarded him by relaxing my throat and taking him to the root. His shouted cursing was pure gravel, and when I pulled up to the tip, his face was strained with pleasure.
The bed creaked with movement as I bobbed on him, taking him into my throat each time, and began to set a rhythm. I debated with myself whether I was going to make good on my promise to leave if he broke the bed, acknowledging that it would be incredibly difficult to peel myself away from this. His jerky, minute thrusting. The way his abs and biceps flexed as he lost himself to his pleasure. The gasping, groaning noises he made when I added suction. I found myself utterly entranced. I loved it. This might be my new favorite thing. I was so turned on I was practically throbbing.
“Oh, god. Sid... Sidney,” he gasped. It was a warning I didn’t need. I could already feel his shaft swelling and his balls drawing up. But as I pulled up to the tip to prepare to swallow, I realized I might have gotten a little more than I bargained for. His jaw clenched, and he bared his teeth as he came, his muscles contracting and flexing as his orgasm wracked his body. The headboard cracked under his right hand and his pupils shrank to pinpoints, his irises changing from their beautiful amber brown to looking like lit coals as the monster underneath showed through.
I sat up as a thrill of terror stole through me, forgetting his seed spilling between us as it landed on my chest and his lap, but quickly suppressed my reaction when I realized he hadn’t let go of the bed.
His eyes were still wild, his irises glowing as I backed away from him slightly. He kept his jaw clenched tight with obvious effort, the muscles ticking as he tried to calm his breathing. I raised an eyebrow at the dented, cracked wood under his right hand.
“Gonna have to try a little harder than that next time,” I said flippantly. If there was a next time. The broken headboard as a ‘safe word’ was a perfect excuse to escape, so there was no need to upset him. He was already touchy enough about his changes. I stood and grabbed his shirt from the bed to wipe his spend from my chest and stomach, noticing that it was clear instead of milky.Huh. I guess he was right.
I blew Jordan a kiss with a wink as he watched me with a ferocious glare. Not even the prickling sensation on the back of my neck would make me show my fear of him. And then I shifted forms and was out his window without a backwards glance.
I never did get my answers.
Chapter 7
“Soletmeseeif I got this right. You burst into Jordan’s room, gave him a blowjob, and then ran away?” I couldn’t tell if Elara sounded more scandalized or disbelieving. It was early the next morning, and I was slumped across my desk at work, my face firmly pressed to the wood. I was exhausted.
“That’s not exactly how I would have phrased it, personally. But yeah, that’s basically correct.”
“But,why?I thought you guys didn’t evenlikeeach other. Every time you’re anywhere near him, you’re practically bristling with irritation.”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged slightly and pondered the haughty way Jordan always looked at me. “You ever just see a hot guy, all buttoned-up and straight-laced and want to muss him up a little? Mess his hair up and pull his tie askew? Play his flute and see what sounds he makes?” Elara choked on her morning tea. “No? Just me then.” I shrugged one shoulder. “I guess I think he’s cute.”
Elara was coughing hard enough that I turned my face to watch her, wondering if I needed to whack her on the back to help clear her lungs.
“I’m fine.” She waved me off, continuing to cough into her hand. I probably should have waited until she was done with her drink before throwing in that ‘flute’ line. “I’m just surprised, is all,” she continued. “I never would have pegged him for your type.”
“He’s not,” I said to the wood.
She was quiet for a beat. “But you like him?” she asked in a smaller voice that made me feel guilty for my grumpiness.
I sat up and sighed. “It wouldn’t matter if I liked him. There’s nothing between us.” She eyed me doubtfully. “He’s a vampire, so he’s immortal, right? Am I just supposed to grow old with some ageless hottie? That’d be weird. I’m not interested in becoming a vampire, so we’d always be unequal. Blood is disgusting, and I love sunshine. I’m not going to change who I am.” I refused to admit how long these thoughts had been circling through my head, but they just kept pouring out once I’d opened the floodgates. “Plus, he can’t have kids, and you know how my mom is about wanting a billion grandkids.” I flopped backwards over the backrest of my chair and dangled my arms to the sides, feeling restless.
If I just stuck to listing out the facts, I wouldn’t have to think about annoying things likefeelings.
Elara studied me for a long moment, and I peeked at her out of the corner of my eye. “But doyouwant children?” she asked thoughtfully.Ugh.
“I guess?” I shrugged again. “I’ve never really thought about it all that much. But I’ve always assumed I’d have kids someday.” I loved kids. I had to fight every day to keep from mothering everyone around me. My mom always told me I was basically born to be a mother. Notnow, obviously, but someday, sure. Elara was still staring at me, and I didn’t like whatever wheels were turning in her head.
“It doesn’t matter anyway,” I insisted. “We were just messing around. There’s nothing there.” Yes, he was hot as Hades—that was true—but feelings? He didn’t have any feelings for me. Navel gazing about whatever feelings I had for him wasn’t going to do any good.
“If you say so,” she finally relented, but I could tell she was still curious. “You look really tired though, Sid. Maybe you should go home and rest.”
“Can’t. It smells like burnt rat,” I grumbled, kicking off and spinning slowly in my chair.
“What?”
I waved her off. “Did they finalize the table decorations for the wedding?”
