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

by Fae Quin

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 sobbed out a sigh of relief, scrubbing my hand gently over the kitten’s delicate little spine, feeling his tail flicker out to curl around my wrist. It felt like a promise— And I was gone. I was in love.

I could scent the blood before I saw it, my dick throbbing as I ran my tongue along my fangs, forcing them to retreat back to the hell they’d come from.

Blair was also tiny. Absolutely fucking tiny. I hadn’t realized I liked that. Really fucking liked it.

There was no time for making friends when I had a cat tree to set up.

adorable

The cat was staring at me. Judging me.

this is so my cat

Maybe he’d look at me and he’d want me just as desperately as I wanted him.

Blair was staring at me, and I couldn’t even blame him because for some reason my brain had broken the second I saw his skin and thought about sinking my teeth into it.

He was so fucking pretty I wanted to crush him like a petal between my fingers. What the fuck.

Every time Blair bent over his shirt would shift up and an inch of porcelain skin would flicker just above the hem of his too-tight jeans. I’d spotted the base of his tattoo and dimples at the top of his ass. Twice. And god… It was a glorious ass. The fabric would pull taut over the generous curve of it and my brain would short circuit as I stared at the round, muscular globes. I imagined what it would feel like to bury my cock inside his tight little hole and watch his cheeks bounce as our hips slapped.

I made a mental note to stock the fridge with some more vegan friendly options should Blair ever come over in the future. And then my cheeks tingled with embarrassment as I realized how stupid that was. The man couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as me. Why would he want to come to my apartment?

I smiled down at Boots, staring into his big green eyes, unable to help but compare him to his master. “You look like Blair,” I told him quietly, ignoring the choked noise that Collin made from beside me. “Yeah,” Collin hummed thoughtfully. “He kinda does.” He blinked. “Tiny, wiry, wild—” “Beautiful,” I said at the same time, and then flushed.

Feelings fucking suck.

God played favorites, and Richard was clearly loved.

“Hey,” Richard said, brow furrowed in concern, his lips thinned in a way that made me want to bite them.

I could feel his abs tensing beneath my touch, even through the fabric, and I was suddenly struck with the naughty urge to slip my hand under the hem of his shirt and lay my palm flat against them so I could really feel them tremble. I bet they tensed like that when he was fucking. Oh god.

“Good boy,” Richard hummed, his voice almost playful.

It just…felt so good to be touched.

I caught a little kid staring at me through the window ten minutes into my wait and I waved, not sure what else to do. It wasn’t like I could flip off a little kid, even though I kinda wanted to.

I wanted him to like me. I wanted him to look at me.

I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking bad.

“So why won’t you let me buy you a burger?” Man. I had to give him points for tenacity. “Two reasons,” I explained, holding up a finger. His eyes flickered to my hand immediately, his brow lowered in concentration as he waited for me to speak. “One. I don’t like you.” I held up another finger. “And even more importantly; Two, I don’t like you.”

I could so easily picture the face he’d make when he sunk his thick cock inside me. He’d probably look pissed off—like he normally did, sweat dripping between the swell of his pecs, his muscular thighs tensing. I wanted him sex-drunk. I wanted him to feel so good his eyes crossed and he plowed me like an animal.

He was grinning, a dimple flickering in his cheek that I’d never had the pleasure of meeting until that moment. Richard was gorgeous when he was grumpy—but happy Richard was…god…looking at him was like staring into the sun.

Sometimes it was so mentally exhausting being around myself I wished I could turn in my two weeks.

I realized with sickening clarity that I cared about Blair.

“Did you just call me baby?” He paused, seeming to weigh his words carefully before responding. “I suppose I did.” His voice was honey over toast on a rainy day. Comforting. Warm. Safe.

I liked Richard. Which was why I needed to stay as far away from him as possible.

God, Richard was such a mom-friend.

ok but i kind of love that about him

I knew what demons looked like, and Richard Prince wasn’t one of them.

Soft. He was so fucking soft.

“I’m okay,” I reassured him quietly, not sure why he cared but too grateful to do anything but hold him tight.

Richard smiling was—god—it was the most beautiful thing in the world. I was soooo fucked.

He reached out, tentative at first, his fingers gentle as they began to comb through the back of my hair, scratching along the short fuzz at the nape of my neck before he stroked through the longer bits on top.

With him holding me like that there was nothing I could do but obey him.

Thick fingers bunched in the fabric, dragging it upwards till his cool knuckles brushed up against the sensitive skin on my belly. I stared at the top of his head when he found the hem of my sweatpants and painstakingly rolled the fabric up until they sat snug on my hips.

I held very still and something warm inside my chest lurched as I glanced up from the movie screen and to my left. Richard was watching me again, a soft, confused expression on his face. He wasn’t even trying to hide it either, he just…sat…and he observed. Careful as always, a man of few, but meaningful, words.

God, was it fucked up that I wanted him to spoil me more? I wanted him to watch me, to give me all his attention. I wanted to hear more of those startled little huffs he made when he was surprised by a joke, like the joke had snuck up on him and shocked the laugh right out of him. I wanted to be the center of his universe. I wanted him to want me just as badly as I was beginning to want him.

For once his gaze wasn’t on me, but I didn’t mind because it meant that I could stare at him instead.

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

Maybe if I gave myself more time I could convince myself that I didn’t like him.

Richard was sitting between my spread thighs like a worshiper before his altar. Begging. But I felt like he was the god and I was at his mercy.

I wouldn’t let his little hissy fit affect who I was. And what I was was one polite motherfucker.

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

YESSSSSS

And I was just a monster with no choice but to betray the person I loved.

God, he was so handsome I wanted to strangle him.

Sweet lil vampire motherfucker. I wanted to stab him with his own fucking fangs.

“I can’t stay here. I honestly should’ve left the second my house burned down.” Richard cocked his head to the side, watching me with a look so heavy it made my feet sink into the earth below me, anchoring me with his attention like a tether on a bungee jumper. I was leaping into the unknown but I was strangely okay with that. “Why didn’t you?” Richard asked. I wanted to lie. I wanted to say it was because I needed money, or because my car had broken down, or because I needed time to figure out where I was going next. But instead— Instead, I answered his honesty with my own, the words bright as citrus on my tongue. “Because…” I swallowed. “You called me baby.”

“You’re the best cat ever,” I told him, letting myself be cheesy and bland because he had no idea what I was saying. “Fuck all other cats.”