Page 25 of Accidental Blood Lust
“Maybe you’re a picky eater, or maybe you only have a taste for blood with a little extra kick. I imagine human blood doesn’t hit quite the same,” he says.
I make a noise in my throat that might be agreement—I’m not exactly sure because I was only half listening, too focused onthe fantasy playing in my mind of bending down and sinking my teeth into his jugular.
“Enough foreplay. Take a bite and see if my blood does it for you.” There’s an interesting mixture of knowing and resignation in his voice, like he already has the answer and he doesn’t like it. He doesn’t wait for me to make a move, he just grabs a fistful of my hair and tugs me into the crook of his neck.
My body spasms and a moan slips out, my cock throbbing violently, spilling precum inside my silk pajama bottoms while my mouth fills with saliva and venom. I drag my nose along the tendons on the side of his throat, breathing him in, getting lost in his delicious cinnamon scent before instinct takes over and I sink my teeth in. His flesh is so soft, like biting into a perfectly ripe peach.
Roman groans, and the sound is more pleasure than pain. His hot, salty blood spills over my tongue, and unlike with the man outside the bar, I don’t gag. My eyes roll back and I scramble to straddle him, drinking deeply, filling my belly and moaning with every gulp.
“That’s right, take what you need,” he murmurs, stroking my hair now instead of the rough tugs he gave before. “I’ll take care of you.” That last part is whispered, but there’s no way I wouldn’t hear it.
Keeping Cassius’s lessons from earlier in mind, I pay attention to the tempo of Roman’s pulse, and once it starts to slow, I force my fangs to retract so I won’t take too much. Blood trickles from the pinpoint punctures before I run my tongue over them one more time to ensure they’ll close, although I’m sure that’s less of a concern with a wolf shifter than a human.
I feel dizzy, like I just woke up from sleepwalking and can’t understand where I am. I’m not entirely sure how I ended up here, straddling Roman’s lap, one of his arms wrapped aroundme, both of our cocks visibly hard between us. I can’t just smell him, I can taste him. I can feel his blood coursing through me.
Mine.
I don’t understand the thought, and before I can try to, his mouth is on mine, hard and hungry. His tongue thrusts between my lips, and I don’t fight him. I don’t think I could even if my life depended on it. My fingers tangle in his mane of hair and I moan into his mouth.
A second later, Roman rears back, breaking the kiss, and as soon as he does, I realize what we just did.
Fuck.
“I have to go,” he mutters, and then he vanishes from beneath me. I tumble face first onto the bed with a surprised sound, and then I’m justalone. Again. With the taste of Roman’s blood on my tongue, his kiss still lingering on my lips, and my gut heavy with guilt.
NINE
ROMAN
Fuck.
This is bad. This is so bad.
Auri was right. There’s no way Lochlan isn’t my mate. Not with a kiss like that. I’ve kissed a lot of people in my life, and it’s never felt like… I rub my forehead, sinking to my knees in my room. Like home and pack and belonging. The only thing that’s ever compared is kissing Jare, but that was different—even though it felt fucking incredible, Iknewhe wasn’t my mate.
Fuck. A frustrated growl tears through me, urging me to go back to Lochlan, but I can’t. I’ll end up in his bed if I do, and then what? How the fuck am I supposed to tell Jare about this? I’m gonna lose him.
I inhale and get a strong whiff of Lochlan just as he raps on my apartment door.
“Go away,” I growl quietly, knowing he can hear me.
“Please talk to me, Roman. I’m so confused right now.”
I can’t. I can’t look at him, can’t be so close I can touch him.
“I need a few minutes please.”
“Did I do something wrong? Please tell me how I upset you?”
Before I can think better of it, I’m on my feet and swinging the door open, but as soon as my wolf lays eyes on our sad,broken mate, I soften completely, all my will crumbling to the floor. I have to soothe him. It’s my job.
“You didn’t do anything wrong, Loch. Of course. You’re so fucking perfect.”
He tilts his head. “What?”
My mind scrambles to come up with something that isn’t a lie but keeps some distance between us. The truth isn’t happening.
“I respect you and I shouldn’t have kissed you. My friendship with Jare means a lot to me, and I can’t… I can’t hurt him.”
