Vipers and Virtuosos (Monsters & Muses, #2)(21)

Head tilting, he purses his lips, and for a moment I worry that he’s rusty and doesn’t know what he’s doing. That he’s just using this as an excuse to get close to me and get what he paid for.

He switches the gun on, and that buzz races up my spine. I squeeze my legs against him, and the motion drags me closer, the point of his elbow digging into my lace-covered pussy.

Curling my fingers into the leather cushioning, I try to move back, but my ass is sticking to the table. Keeping me trapped against him.

That second pulse between my thighs picks up speed, racing wantonly as it craves more friction. He’s barely touching me, and I’m seconds from unraveling.

“You’ve done this before, right?” I choke out, hoping like hell that he can’t feel my blood rushing south.

A curt nod and a flare of his nostrils is all the acknowledgment I get before he presses the needle into my skin.

“Breathe, angel,” he croons, shifting.

His elbow grinds into me even more as he moves, watching the gun work with narrowed eyes. They don’t move from the site, even when I start to squirm, and he pauses. His eyebrows raise, but that’s it.

“You’re doing so well, pretty girl.”

Tingles shoot up and down my arms like wildfires, and I get more tangled up in my confusion.

I swallow, my body warring with pain and pleasure and the fact that he’s causing them both.

Still, the memories from before aren’t flashing across my vision, so I consider that a win of some sort. Grabbing on to that shred of relief, I rest my head on the partition encircling us, closing my eyes and imagining that I’m a different person.

Someone strong and brave, who doesn’t get panic attacks they can only partially ascertain the cause of.

“I do this after every show, you know.” His breath is warm and damp as it glides over my skin, contrasting sharply with the way my flesh breaks for him. “Get a new tattoo. It’s like a little good luck ritual, prepping me for the next one.”

“What’d you get tonight?”

“A halo.”

I’m too focused on not freaking out to fully process his admission, but I feel my brain file it away for later.

When I don’t reply, he continues, the gun still scraping. “So, when you said this wasn’t what I had in mind for tonight, you were wrong. I can’t imagine doing anything else.”

The buzzing suddenly stops, and my eyes pop open as silence falls around us. Aiden leans back, returning the gun to its place on the side table, and squirts purple liquid onto a towel. I sit up straighter, and he drags the cloth over the tattoo, wringing a tiny moan from my mouth at the instant relief it provides.

His elbow is still between my legs, his head dangerously close to my hip as he cleans me up. Emotion, tight and sticky, lodges in my throat, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek until it bleeds.

“Well?” he asks, tipping his chin up to look at me. “What do you think?”

But I’m not looking at the tattoo. Not even a little bit interested in it.

Inching forward, I tilt my hips down, my clit throbbing as I apply more pressure against his elbow. Heat flares in his gray eyes, like lightning splashing across a stormy sky, and his Adam’s apple bobs violently.

“I think,” I croak, my voice sounding like it’s been shredded by a cheese grater. “That I’m not ready for this adventure to be over, just yet.”

His mouth opens—to say what, I’ll never know, because in the next second I’m shoving my fingers into his hair and yanking his lips to mine.





10





Fuck, her lips are soft.

That’s the first and only coherent thought occurring in my mind as our mouths connect, crashing together in a flurry of passion. The tension we’ve been holding on to all night dissolves into the singular action, evaporating into the air as we get tangled up in each other.

Her fingers clutch tight to my roots, holding my face in place like she’s afraid I’ll move away if she lets go. Matching her movements, I rip off the latex gloves and place my palms on either side of her head, angling her mouth so I can delve deeper.

One swipe of her tongue against mine, tentative as it explores, and my knees are fucking buckling. I drop one hand, bracing myself against the table, and press harder against her, mapping out the inside of her mouth like an explorer who’s just discovered a new island.

My dick throbs behind the zipper of my jeans, stiffening as she tries to bring her sweet little cunt closer.

It was all I could do to keep my composure while I finished her tattoo. Concentration was nearly lost the second I bent down, inhaling the soft scent of her arousal.

Part of me wondered if any of it came from her obvious fear.

Still, I wasn’t going to act on anything—didn’t need the extra set of complications.

I’d gotten started almost immediately, falling back into the motions even though it’d been a long time since I sat behind the gun. Then she’d pushed her hips forward and clamped her thighs around my arm, inadvertently rubbing her soaked crotch against my elbow, and I’d almost blown my load right then.

Given her apparent shy, reserved nature, I really wasn’t anticipating the night to take this turn.

I’d hoped, of course. I’ve been wanting to taste her since the second I laid eyes on her.