Page 149 of Sun-Kissed Fangs
She crawled onto Maya’s lap. Sitting in the same position she had been in only a little while before, but this time, Harper wasn’t the one being pushed.
This shouldn’t happen. It was risky. Dangerous. But despite those thoughts, Maya’s gaze still drifted to Harper’s throat.
Her hair had fallen to cover her neck, and Maya pushed it aside. Traced a finger over her skin, feeling her pulse quicken in response to the touch.
She knew how this was done. Aleksander had said she was ready. Had shown her how and where to bite to minimize pain for the person being fed on, while still ensuring a steady flow.
She hadn’t needed that lesson. Just looking at Harper’s neck, she knew where her fangs should go. But no matter how careful she was, one thing couldn’t be avoided.
“It will hurt,” Maya whispered.
Harper swallowed. But she didn’t move away. Nervous. But not afraid.
“I know.” Harper kissed her lips. Her cheek. Then nipped at her earlobe, making Maya shudder. “But as it happens… I like when you make it hurt.”
Maya’s mouth had gone dry. Her attention lost to the sight of the neck vein dancing under Harper’s fair skin.
So soft. Void of scars. No one else had fed on her like this. No one had marked her as theirs, though plenty desired her in that way. Be it for a night or for forever, having Harper was the dream of many. Maya included.
She would be so sweet. The taste from a few weeks before was still haunting, and that had only been a few drops. Stolen as part of a kiss cut short.
This would be better. No, more than that. This would betranscendent.
Her fangs extended. It didn’t hurt this time—a faint pressure rather than an ache—and her mouth lowered to Harper’s throat as though pulled by a string. The tips of her fangs grazed her skin, not breaking it. Just pushing in enough for Harper to stiffen.
Her breathing turned shallow. Sweat beaded on her skin, and her heart rate was no longer steady, but fast and thumping. Eager for a kiss of teeth.
Prey. At the mercy of a predator. And going by the sweet smell in the air, Harperlikedit.
Maya sank her fangs into her neck. Hard and sudden, making Harper gasp and dig her fingers into her back.
And then… shemoaned. A low, strained,hungrymoan, that Maya perfectly matched as warm blood flowed pasther lips.
Euphoria rushed through her. Not just on her tongue butallof her. A prolonged lightning strike, firing pure bliss through her muscles.
So rich. Sosweet. So far from the smoggy taste she had associated with feeding on the living.
She snarled against Harper’s throat, pushing her down and pinning her against the mattress. Suckingharder, wantingmore. Harper moaned again, much louder this time, and she cut off the noise by clasping her hand over her mouth.
This was what she had wanted, for so long. What her fantasies kept returning to. The salivating thought of tasting this woman as she fell apart.
Maya moved her thigh between Harper’s legs. She pressed against her, feeling her damp underwear against her skin, and Harper let out another stifled moan.
Fuck. The taste of her pleasure was decadent. So sweet it made her teeth hurt.
Groaning, Maya pressed down again. Maintained the touch, felt the spike of sugar in her mouth. She paused, trying to savor it, when Harper arched against her body.
“Yes.” Harper pushed her hips up, grinding against her thigh. “Yes. Do that again.”
Maya grabbed the mattress so hard that the sheet nearly tore.
“Beg.”
“Please.” She whined. A weak, drawn-out noise that might be the hottest thing Maya had ever heard. “Please, I… I want… I want more.”
“Tell mewhatyou want.”
Maya barely recognized her own voice. All hard and snarling, and though the harshness of it sent a shiver down her spine, the air turned sweeter because of it.
