“Oh good, I was bored too,” she chirped. Ashton didn’t look back, just mumbled how disgusting Christine was. I snarled, knowing Christine could not hear his words’ vulgarity. I’d make him pay one way or another. Maybe have him break a leg by accident.
The other roommate that was reading earlier woke with the book on his chest. Watching Ashton and Amber leave, he grumbled to himself and tossed the book on the chair. “Goodnight,” he mumbled, trudging up the stairs.
Once I heard the doors shut upstairs and the lock activated on the other side, my mouth widened.
My arm, which was draped shamelessly over Christine’s shoulder, tightened around her. Her breathing stopped, trying to hide her smile.
“You are in some deep trouble.” I groaned, palming my raging erection.
Chapter 17
Christine
Ipokedthemonstervampire.
I poked him really good, too.
The entire movie, I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I didn’t even care that other people were in the room and that Ashton was shamelessly staring at my leg practically thrown over Sebastian’s.
We said we would go slow, but what slow are we talking about here? The one where I let him into my heart or the physical stuff? Because my body was ready. I had never been so turned on in my entire life.
Sebastian’s heated gazes shot straight to my pussy. The intense stares and his fangs that I knew he was trying to hide had me squeezing my legs as tight as I could. No one had ever looked at me the way he did. He hid some deep part of him, trying to keep his hands off me.
Would he be rough? Be gentle? My ex, who was now just a fleeting memory, was tender to me, soft even. Probably too soft. Sebastian’s claws scraping my skin so carefully as not to draw blood was erotic. I was standing on a high rope, ready to fall over into the treacherous waters below, but he never let me stumble. He held me up, pushing me to the very edge but never letting me succumb to the dangers below.
The hint of fear and wonder kept my body begging for more. Sebastian could break me, he could have me bleed out in seconds, but I wasn’t afraid. I trust him.
I trusted him more than I ever did Wyatt, which was a lot to say since I was with him for five years. This makes me wonder why I trusted him so much more. This weighted pull for me to straddle him during the movie, capture his lips, and let his fang cut my tongue was powerful. To taste my blood on his tongue invaded my new erotic dreams with the vampire.
Was it my body, my lust that was driving this, or something more? If my heart was trusting him, my walls breaking so delicately to let him in, could this be something more? Was he thinking the same as well, though? Or was I just the companion?
We have no mates, which is uncharted territory for a human like me.
And I so desperately want to be with him.
That door shut upstairs, signaling that Ashton and Amber had gone into one room.
Ew.
At least he’s over me.
“You are in some deep trouble.” Sebastian sat up, his nose tracing the shell of my ear. “You teased me the entire time.” The heat of his breath had chills run down my arm. “And now I don’t know if I can be gentle with you.”
“Then don’t.” I smiled, meeting his nose with the tip of my lips. His head lowered, his lips smashing into me. Having four first kisses from various boyfriends in my time, I didn’t have much experience to go on, but holy hell, this one took the cake.
He growled into my mouth, nipping at my lip. I could feel the blood trickle from my lip, but my mind was far from the fear of bleeding out. Sebastian would take care of me, and I knew that.
My fingers entangled in his perfectly styled hair, pulling at the roots, pulling him in impossibly closer until he pushed me down into the leather couch. His tongue seeped into my mouth, exploring, sucking my tongue with all his might. Gentle licks where he had nicked my lip returned with his tongue, sucking, groaning, and finally pushing his erection next to my core.
I moaned his name, his heavy body engulfing me while I panted for more. His lips tasted of cinnamon and my blood, hot, spicy with a hint of metallic that wasn’t at all displeasing. My tongue nicked his fang by accident, and his groan turned to a growl.
“Fuck yes, Christine.”
One of my hands reached behind his back, pulling up his neatly tucked-in white dress shirt, and my hand touched his skin. His lower back pushed harder into my pussy so I could feel his raging erection.
“Christine.” He panted, his lip releasing. The hooded eyes holding on to me. “We are supposed to go slow.” His body stiffened, but my legs wrapped around him.
“Going slow is overrated,” I mumbled, touching his cheek with my fingers. His eyes softened, leaning into my touch. Could he feel this fire, this longing that I did? It was so intense and indescribable that I couldn’t help but wish I was his mate. I wanted to fall inside him, curl up and never let him go.