Page 75 of Fangs with Benefits

‘I thought you couldn’t eat anything other than blood,’ Molly taunts, but she’s flushed and smiling. I suck her clit hard in response, making her cry out.

‘It would be a cruel, painful curse indeed if I could never taste you.’

My cock is painfully hard by the time her legs start shaking on either side of my face, her back arching and hands sliding into my hair while she comes with the most obscene, glorious sounds. I am keeping my fangs from descending, but only barely, my restraint holding on by a thread.

I lap long strokes up her centre as her breathing steadies, her grip in my hair less punishing until she lightly runs her fingers through the strands, making me feel weak. She could incapacitate me with her touch alone.

I kiss again up her body, then help her take off her shirt, and mine, before I reach behind her and unclip her bra. This is the first time I’ve seen her tits, and they’re the two most glorious breasts I’ve seen in four hundred years on this Earth. It’s a feat, and I tell her as much while I survey them.

She laughs. ‘Your flattery is appreciated, but not necessary. I already want you to fuck me.’

I tsk, and bring a dark pink nipple into my mouth, lightly biting and pinching the other, making her moan and writhe beneath me.

‘You’re so quick to think me a liar.’

‘You’ve had a lot of time to practise,’ she says, earning another tweak of her nipple. She gasps and lets out a breathy laugh. ‘I just don’t see how after four hundred years you haven’t encountered someone with a nicer set of breasts than mine. My nipples are different sizes, I have stretch marks on the tops, and the left one hangs lower than the right.’

‘They’re exquisite, Molly. I mean it.’

I drop a long languorous kiss onto one, leaving behind a dark purple mark just to prove it.

‘Elijah,’ she says, a touch impatient.

‘Hm?’

‘I want to see your cock now.’

And, well, really who am I to deny her?

Chapter 26

Molly

Elijah stands before me unbuttoning his jeans, and I swear it’s like a striptease watching him pull those jeans down his long legs. He takes his underwear down next, leaving only his long hard cock, standing to attention and jutting towards me. My mouth goes dry.

I don’t often want to suck a cock, but the sight of his has me wanting to open my lips.

He doesn’t stand there and let me stare at him for long before crawling back onto the couch between my legs. His arms come down on either side of me and he kisses me intensely.

‘You like watching me, Molly?’ he asks, and the only sound I can manage is a whimper. He’s turned me into this mess of a woman who responds only with porny noises. It’s not my fault he looks like he does and knows how to use his hands after four centuries of practice–and that tongue… oh holy shit, that tongue.

His dick brushes against my thigh and the goosebumps return, racing up my body as I grab impatiently for him.

He lets me and hisses when I get his dick in my palm, squeezing and then stroking three long strokes up his uncut length.

‘Don’t let this go to your head, but I’ve never had sex with someone as big as you,’ I tell him honestly.

‘How can you say something like that and ask that it not go to my head?’

I squeeze the head of his cock and he lets out a whimpering sound to rival the ones he elicited from me. I grin against his mouth, pumping his cock with my hand while my other hand scrapes across his scalp. He is usually so cold, but in this moment, he is the perfect temperature–soft everywhere, nothing frigid about him. I want him all over me, I want—

‘Do it, Elijah,’ I tell him. ‘Fuck me.’

‘Yes, ma’am.’

He lines himself up and presses in, just an inch, then out slowly, before thrusting further.

‘Oh, fuck, Molly.’ The friction is heady and perfect, making me groan in a way that I would have been completely embarrassed about if this wasn’t Elijah, who looks at me like there’s not an embarrassing thing I could do in this world. ‘What are you doing to me?’