Page 31 of Fangs & Fur

“Sweetheart, I haven’t been this close with someone in a century. I won’t be able to stop myself, especially not with you.” My voice drops an octave, and my jaw aches with the need to bite. I long to taste his blood, to drink directly from his jugular and let my venom seep into his arteries and fill his body with euphoria.

With pleading eyes and a pouting lip, Noah pushes, “I don’t want you to stop.”

I smile down at him, feeling my fangs scrape my bottom lip. “I can’t. Not until I know you’re safe.”

“But I'm safe with you,” he whines.

I sigh, feeling the heat within me slowly fade and my worries flood my mind. “You know I have to go back out there and find what killed that girl.”

Grumbling to himself, Noah sits up and straddles my thighs, his fingers tweaking at the hem of my shirt. “Then I’m coming with you.”

“What?” My brows furrow and my fingers trail up his sides, dipping beneath his shirt and feeling the way his skin pebbles beneath mine.

“I’m safest when I’m with you. So I won’t leave your side,” he snips.

My heart leaps in my chest, and my stomach tightens. “No.”

“Yes.”

I groan to myself. I hate the idea of leaving Noah behind. To be stuck inside this house all day, and alone. And the idea of him by my side at all times is rather rousing. It’s been over a week since finding the girl’s body and nothing has come up on my radar. The forest hasn’t changed a drop.

“Fine,” I hear myself agree, and Noah giggles, jostling himself up and down. Right on top of my dick.

I hiss and clutch his hips. My own thrust upwards, and Noah gasps. “Such a tease.”

I grin and sit up, giving him a soft kiss, feeling him melt into me. “Get dressed, sweetheart. I’ll make you something to eat.”

Noah simply nods and lets out a tense sigh as he climbs from the bed and ambles with bare feet to his wardrobe. I can’t stop myself from watching the way his ass sways beneath his sleep shorts, and I groan when I spot the crease of his left cheek poking out from the material.

His milky white skin is the perfect canvas for me to color. I tamp down my raging hunger for the little human as I climb from the warmth of his bedding and race to get changed.

With my vampire speed, I'm dressed and in the kitchen making Noah a ham and cheese sandwich before he’s even making his way down the stairs. I smile up at him as his orange hair sticks up in adorable spikes, clearly caused by my fingers.

Noticing, Noah smooths out his strands but doesn’t hesitate to give me a sly grin.

I fold the sandwich together and pass it to him over the counter, watching him take a bite and another until it’s been completely devoured.

“I didn’t realize I was so hungry,” Noah huffs, wiping a stray crumb from the edge of his lip, but missing another from his chin.

Forgetting the cutting board and ingredients on the bench, I reach for him, pulling him to my side and cupping his jaw. “I’d be happy to make sure you’re fed and hydrated for the rest of your life, sweetheart.”

I swipe the crumb from his chin and lick it from the end of my finger, enjoying the way Noah’s green eyes darken as he watches me.

Swallowing, he replies, “You make me sound like I’m some houseplant you’re trying to keep alive.”

“Good thing I have a green thumb, haven't you seen my garden?” I grin down at him; his little body against mine has my heart racing. I could easily pick him up and toss him over my shoulder. I’d take him right back upstairs, but to my room instead. And then I'd never let him leave.

Noah simply giggles, his cheeks turning a faint pink. “Let’s get going, old man.” He playfully smacks my chest, and I feel the rumble of a pleased growl filling my ribcage.

He’s perfect.

I watch in silence as Noah puts on his sneakers and gives the cats a few pats as they lazily wander through the living room. Pumpkin closely follows Nyx until she manages to jump up onto the dining table and watches him with an amused look in her red eyes.

I shake my head and open the back door. Taking my hand in his, Noah leads me into the garden. I watch with bated breath as we pass the pond where only hours ago he was shaking like a leaf and begging for safety.

But with the light of day now glistening across the surface of the water, Noah simply hums a happy tune to himself.

“We’ll check the western border,” I say, helping Noah over the fence before following closely behind. “It’s only a mile or so and then we’ll turn back.”