Page 80 of Fangs with Benefits

‘I told you, I had a very good-bad idea that started with bringing us to this closet.’

‘And then?’ I rub my nose against hers and slide my hands up her biceps.

‘Well, that’s as far as my planning went,’ she says, a bit breathless.

‘I’ll bet we can think of something.’ I slip my fingers into Molly’s soft golden hair at the base of her neck, tugging slightly until she releases a heavy breath. Ducking my head, I press a long kiss to her jaw. ‘Maybe something like this,’ I mutter, then kiss down her throat towards her collar bone. ‘And this.’

‘How spontaneous of you,’ she whispers.

‘I assure you there is nothing spontaneous about how I want you.’ I manoeuvre her head back and let my mouth fall ever so gently against hers. It’s slow at first, a soft moving of lips and light pressing of tongues, but she seals her front to mine as she deepens the kiss, pressing onto her toes to do so. She licks into my mouth deeper and I can’t suppress a moan in return.

Marginally gathering hold of my senses, I wrap my arm around her and spin us around so that it’s her back against the wall, me holding her there, my tongue pressing against hers. The kiss descends into something more feverish, and I slide a hand up her thigh like I’d imagined, dipping beneath the hem of her skirt to her upper thigh, the skin so hot against my palm it makes us both moan this time.

‘Shh, darling,’ I mutter against her lips. ‘You have to be quiet or we’ll both be out of jobs.’

‘Didn’t I tell you? I’m hooking up with a guy who can conveniently make people forget things,’ she says, while snaking her own hand down my chest, my abdomen, to the belt of my trousers.

‘Minx,’ I tsk, and move her hands to my neck before I roam my hands down her sides. The skirt is loose, offering quick access to the sweet place between her thighs that’s already hot and damp when I run my fingers over the fabric covering her. She makes another grab for my belt, but I redirect her hand up to my scalp, where she wastes no time gripping onto me. ‘You’re a sweet thing, but an impatient minx all the same.’

‘I’m just saying, why have powers if you aren’t going to use them to make out in places you shouldn’t?’ she asks, breathless as my fingertips slide with more pressure up her slit. Usually she wears tights, but today her silky legs are bare, a beacon begging me to touch them, kiss them.

‘I could make them forget, but an unconscious part of them would remember still. And these sounds…’ I pull her panties aside and press a finger inside of Molly, eliciting one such sound, the kind that haunts my mind morning and night. ‘These are just for me.’

I slide my finger in and out, her centre so slick there’s no resistance when I add another finger. To keep from moaning, Molly tugs on my hair and bites her lower lip while I massage the spot inside her that makes her clench around my fingers. God, she’s perfect like this. Perfect all the time, even when she’s calling me stupid or telling me I should be better at technology after so many years on Earth.

‘Unbutton your dress,’ I command.

‘You’re so bossy.’

‘No, darling thing, you are bossy, always telling me what to do, how to do my job–I’m not bossy, I’m starving.’

She does as I say, unbuttoning the bodice of her dress to reveal the plain white bra that makes me feel out of control as I take her in. Her breasts are heavy and plump, and I know that when I pull the cup down I’ll see mauve nipples pebbled and begging to be kissed. I do just that, and take one of those nipples into my mouth, making her gasp. She feels so good under my mouth, her pussy tightening on my fingers.

Molly is one of a kind, and she makes me feel completely out of control. Depraved. On fire. I’ve never, in all my years, felt anything like I feel when I have her.

In the closet like this, her little breathy gasps near my ear, bitten-back moans and the sound of my fingers slipping inside of her is completely indecent and irresponsible and I love every moment of it. I lick up her chest, barely holding myself back from sucking her skin into my mouth to leave one of the purple splotches identical to the dozen scattered across hidden parts of her. At the base of her neck, I feel my fangs make themselves known and have to squeeze my eyes shut and focus so that I don’t give in to this sudden and undeniable urge to mark, to bite.

‘Show me,’ Molly says, tugging my hair back to lift my head. I swallow the saliva coating my tongue and do as she says, dropping my chin open to show her my sharp teeth, fully extended now. Molly clenches harder on my fingers, her reaction making my teeth ache more.

‘What would happen if you did it?’ she asks.

‘If I bit you?’

‘Yes,’ she says on a breath. I withhold a groan at the thought, the filthy, blood-soaked images it paints in my mind. I haven’t bit a human in so long, but I don’t forget it. My early days as a vampire were full of so much indulgence; blood and sex and unchecked passion burning through my piece of eternity. My cock presses against my slacks painfully and I whine when she snakes her hand down to rub her palm against it. ‘Would it hurt?’

‘No,’ I tell her, confident. By all accounts, it should hurt having your skin torn into, blood exhumed from beneath the surface, but it’s part of the magic. Any twinge of pain is replaced quickly with pleasure, almost as if there’s a venom in our bite to make our prey more pliable in our arms. I’ve heard many humans say it’s a unique bliss, even as the life is drained from them one pull at a time. I’ve seen humans die like that, a smile on their lips.

My brother says it’s what makes them below us, as if we weren’t once human ourselves, as if the bite that changed us couldn’t have so easily been the one to kill us if not for the blood our mother made us drink first.

‘Would I like it?’ she asks. I drop my forehead onto her shoulder and exhale.

‘Molly,’ I groan.

‘I would let you do it,’ she says. I pull my head up to look directly at her face, blush high on her cheeks, but eyes hot and earnest.

‘Darling,’ I say, as stern as I can muster.

‘You’re not supposed to call me darling,’ she reminds me.