On a Razor's Edge (Darkness #3)(30)

Before he had to tell her he was nearly there again—so he didn’t have to start from scratch with the hard-on, because that might kill him—she pulled off, his erection bobbing in the air. Moving quick, not losing momentum, she sucked at his balls. Very nice.

The pinch was in his inner thigh this time.

“Damn it, woman. You’re like a piranha.” He jerked away.

With an evil smile, she crawled back into his lap.

“Last time, though. I need to hit the sack,” Charles warned, dropping his finger to the top of her slit to make sure she got where she needed to go. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but she was a bit above his caliber. The Boss was a real man to deal with this all the time.

Facing him, she clutched his shaft again, this time directing it to the opening in the back. Slowly she sat, his tip working into that tight hole.

“Oh, my…oh. You’re into that, huh? Oh!”

He couldn’t focus. That hole was so deep and tight. So hot. Lips nibbled at his neck. His finger worked her nub. That glorious friction had his dick tingling already, needing to orgasm so hard all he heard was white noise.

And then the pinch came again on his neck.

The pull sucked through his whole body, sweet and deep and so-f*cking-good. He couldn’t back her off this time. Not with that deliciously tight hole. And the friction. And the blessed pull.

“Oh, holy gods,” Charles moaned, lightheaded and delirious. He pumped into her, that suction on his neck pushing him higher, her ass muscles clutching him like a fist.

Warning bells went off, but he couldn’t focus. Or function. All he could do was close his eyes and pump like an animal. Beyond reason. His balls screamed to let go. His body flexed. His fingers dug into her hips.

Blessed release. Hard and fast. He slammed into her, groaning in ecstasy. Unable to help calling her name in bliss.

His head lolled, his body totally spent. She backed off his neck.

“Thanks, pet. Your blood hit just the spot.” She wiped her face with a smirk. As she left, she swooped down and snatched her dress off the ground.

He hated her laugh as she left the room.

Well. That happened. He’d given a nasty bitch a bunch of blood. Fantastic.

He swore at himself as he stood, swaying slightly as his body registered the amount of blood sheʼd stolen. He walked across the grounds with his dick dangling. No sense in trying for decorum now—he’d given up his pride to the top of the sexual food chain. So much for no means no.

He kind of felt like one of those human chicks in the movies after she got used like a tool. Kind of manhood stripping, he’d say that much.

He entered the cabin he shared with Sasha and Jonas. As he walked down the hall to his room, knowing there was no way he was working out right now, Sasha stepped out of the bathroom. Her eyes did a quick assessment before her face fell.

“You didn’t.”

“Don’t want to talk about it.”

“With her, though, Charles? She sucks.”

Charles stripped off his shirt and threw it in a ball into the bathroom. “I know this. I was outgunned.”

Sasha’s eyes snagged on the quickly healing cuts on his neck. “You gave her blood? Charles, what the hell is wrong with you?”

“He’s a young twerp that barely knows how to use his dick.” Jonas passed by without a glance. “Lets every species he sees bowl him over. And this is my partner.”

“Oh, great, yes. Rub it in, everybody. Even better.” Charles wiped spit off his chest. “Can you two just shove off? I need some alone time.”

“Is this because I won’t do you? Is this spite?”

Charles turned to Sasha, stared at her for one second, and then slammed the door in her face. They just didn’t understand. Until you were in the lion’s mouth, you had no idea how sharp the teeth were.

He felt like a schmuck.

Chapter 8

The next day, I sat on a plush leather couch in the common room. A few other people within the room cleaned, read, or relaxed, each doing their own thing. A book lay open in my lap, staring at me as I stared back at it. All I saw were black letters on a white page, blending together as my eye focused and unfocused. I couldn’t stop thinking about Stefan protecting his interests. I logically knew he had to, and Toa had explained it in depth, but it still stung. It meant he didn’t have the utmost faith in me like he said he did. Being that I had never had faith in myself, it left me feeling empty and forlorn.

“It’s going to work out, seriously.” Ann leaned against the bookcase, supposed to be off doing something, but when she saw me mope into the room, she followed. “Just as soon as you get your head around the magic, you’ll wipe the floor with Miss Runway.”

“So you say.”

“I do say. Sasha, listen to me. You need to have a little faith. You need to walk before you sprint, you know? Just--ˮ

“Alpha.”

I looked up in time to notice Tim enter the room, his eyes gleaming with that predatory light this group of Shape Changers was known for. The man at the desk came out of a shallow bow, continuing whatever paperwork he had been contemplating. A woman, young and spry, closed her book, stood and offered a slightly deeper bow, her eyes shining with stars, and her face flushing a desire-ridden rose. “Alpha.”

Ann’s face went bright red, caught somewhere other than at her post. She bobbed her head in jerky movements. Busted. “Alpha.”