Page 6 of Vampire Pack

I buried my fingers in the top of his hair, using the grip to drag his mouth back to mine.

The kiss was vicious, and he used it to swallow my moans as he fucked me closer and closer to the edge of my climax.

My jaw ached with the need to bite him, but I fought it hard.

When I came, even his mouth couldn't hide the sounds of my pleasure.

His fangs caught my lower lip as he tried to stay quiet through his own climax. His thick cock throbbed inside me, flooding me with his release.

King didn't pull out of me. Not immediately. Instead, he ended the kiss, so we could both catch our breaths.

My lip burned, but I knew the wound would heal quickly. Vampire venom always ensured that.

King took my bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger anyway. He pulled it away from my teeth, looked at the small gashes, and dragged his tongue over them slowly.

My chest rumbled automatically in response.

"Put me down," I said, without any real heat.

He slowly lowered me to my feet, without pulling his erection free.

"This can't happen again," I said, my chest still rising and falling more heavily than it should've been.

He didn't agree or disagree.

I said the same thing every time. He never agreed.

I pushed on his abs. He didn't budge immediately, but after a moment, he helped me ease myself off his erection.

King slid my leggings back into place, fixing the fabric too. Then, he took a small step back. His cock was still out, and hard, but he made no move to put it away.

"You need to get in an ice bath right now," he finally said. "Your shoulder is in bad shape."

"I'll take care of it at home."

"We both know you'll just leave it alone and hope for the best.

I gave him a look. "The guys will all smell you on me if I go in there. It's not happening. I'm leaving."

"Then I'll be at your place in a half an hour," he stated.

There was no point in arguing with him. Not about my health. And not after he'd just fucked the rage right out of me.

I grabbed my stuff out of my locker and eased it over my uninjured shoulder. My compression shirt was gone, but King took my clothes frequently enough that I didn't wonder where it was. He had it. And I was still wearing a sports bra.

Without another look at the man I'd just fucked, I walked away.

CHAPTER TWO

carmen

I regretted leaving without taking an ice bath as soon as I sat down in the passenger seat of my best friend's car.

My ass hurt.

So did my head.

My shoulder hurt the most, though.