Bite Me! - You Know I Like It (Spooky Boys #1)

by Fae Quin

Right now, my body composition was almost eighty percent righteous indignation.

Their spindly branches reached towards the stars, like they thought if they just tried hard enough, long enough, desperately enough—they could cross the distance and finally touch.

I was a five-foot-nothing ball of rage. I ran on plant fuel and sarcasm—even dragging a thousand-pound chain of trauma behind me, I still only weighed about five pounds soaking wet.

Looking at Blair Evans was like staring into the sun. Too long, and I was sure he would blind me.

Blair was a hurricane, a storm, a natural disaster. Beautiful and world-shattering, with the power to rewrite the future and repaint the past.

I had about a gallon of hand sanitizer in my car that I showered over my hands. I scrubbed the foul-smelling liquid liberally across my skin, ignoring the way the little cuts along my palms stung as I did an unhappy little ow-what-the-fuck-when-did-those-get-there kinda jig.

After being banished to the couch to rest, he’d bundled me up with blankets like he thought I had nearly frozen to death, not burned, turning me into a five-foot burrito full of angry goth.

Richard was a cocoa wielding, flannel wearing, sex machine who may or may not be undead.

Richard gave me hope, and hope was a dangerous, dangerous thing for a person like me to have.

Either something was seriously wrong with me, or I was in love with Blair Evans.

You’re so infuriating!” “And you’re not?” “No!” If he grabbed me again I couldn’t be held responsible for my reaction. “Yes! I don’t know. Irrelevant. We’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you.

“You called me baby, and you came when I needed you—and for the first time I thought…” “You thought?” “I thought maybe there might be something out there that could be…good.” I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “And maybe I could have it.”

I’d never known what living felt like until that moment, with his big hand on my throat and these honest, hungry little growls escaping him almost like they were leaving without permission. Like he just couldn’t help himself.

“You have no idea how many nights I’ve laid awake, picturing sinking into your tight ass. I bet you’d squeeze me so good—”

“You’re so little, baby.” The way he said little made me begin to shake with need.

“Makes me wanna make you fucking take it,” he grunted, clearly embarrassed but soldiering onwards, too turned on to stop. “I could hold you down, speak to you all sweet, and you’d spread those sexy thighs wide open like a pretty little flower.”

“So fucking good for me, aren’t you sweetheart?” Richard’s voice had dropped another octave.

“You’re so patient, aren’t you sweetheart? You’ve been waiting so sweetly for me, all wet and ready.” My dick jumped. I nodded, unable to help myself. It was like his words cast a spell over my mind.

“I want it. I want everything you can give me. I want your excitement, your pleasure, and most of all your surrender. I want you to lose control for once in your goddamn life and take what you want from me.”