The Price of Possession by Dakota Brown (phonics story books txt) 📕

his sheriff's deputy would want to talkto Aaron. If I could keep him from swinging by until the morning, that'd begreat.

I dried off my hands, dripping all over the floor, andgrabbed my phone.

Darius: You have eyes on that guy from the fire?

Nice of him to ask how I was doing. I jumped a littlewhen I felt something touch my leg.

The hellhound woofed, and as soon as I stopped moving,went back to licking the water off my leg. Dogs. I shook my head and typed outa quick reply.

Price: Yeah, he's staying in the guest room.

Darius: We'll be by in the morning.

I assumed that meant him and the cops. Great.

Price: See you then. Don't come too early.

He didn't reply, which I didn't take as a good signfor my ability to sleep in tomorrow. Aaron was probably a morning person,anyway. I groaned, put down the phone and finished drying off.

"Thanks," I muttered to the hellhound, whohad gotten most of the water off one calf.

He wagged his tail and pranced out of the bathroomahead of me. So far, I wasn't sure what good he was, but he was behavinghimself around the house and didn't require a lot of attention. Speaking of, Ihadn't actually fed him, either. Maybe Sabian was taking care of it?

"You hungry?" Speaking of hungry, I neededto have a discussion with Sabian about this lust problem I was having. Iwondered if he could tone it down some more.

The creature hopped up on the bed, which was asignificant jump for a dog that size, and curled up on my pillow. I took thatas a no.

Mal and Sabian came into the room before I coulddecide if I was getting dressed for bed or not. They both let their gazestravel over my mostly exposed body. A predatory smile curled Mal's lips. Sabian'swas more playful.

Before I could figure out something to say, Mal pulledhis shirt off and everything fled from my mind except the exquisite view of myvampire shirtless. I almost didn't notice as I dropped the towel to the floorand stepped forward, reaching out to touch those defined muscles. I traced myfingers along the scar across his stomach and my brain short circuited when I triedto decide if I wanted to drag my hand higher, or lower.

"You two are completely wrecking me," Imanaged to get out, voice low.

Mal ran his hands up my sides, tracing my ribs, thengently running his hands over my breasts, making me shiver in anticipation. "Complaining?"he teased.

"No. Just not used to this." I was scared toadmit how much I was coming to need them in my life.

Mal curled his fingers around the back of my neck andslid his other hand behind my back, pulling me close, hugging me to him.Nothing demanding, just offering comfort. He was so damn perceptive it wascreepy.

I relaxed into his embrace, tucking my head under hischin.

"Would you let me worship you tonight, ChrisPrice?" he whispered, his voice vibrating through me.

"That sounds amazing," I replied, gasping alittle at the thrill of emotion his words sent through me.

It occurred to me that Mal might be just as stressedout about almost dying as I was. Sabian probably would have survived, but Maland I would have been toast if they hadn't been able to get the door open.Aaron, too, I imagined.

I melted into Mal's embrace, letting him devour mylips, sensing an urgency in him that made me think I was right. We both wantedto feel alive right then. He pushed me back, until my legs pressed against thebed, then gently lowered me onto my worn unicorn comforter. He slid out of hispants then leaned over me.

Mal's lips consumed me, working their way from mymouth, down my neck, pausing there, before he paid attention to my collarbone,and then further south over my breast. He traced some of the lines of one of mytattoos with his tongue before nibbling at my stomach. Then he went lower,teasing me, making me squirm, until finally he buried his face between my legs.

I cried out wordlessly, moaning as he worked on my clit,bringing me right to the edge, then backing off, building me slowly,torturously.

It was almost a surprise when Mal finally let metumble over the edge, a powerful orgasm spiraling through me and taking mybreath away.

He held me while I rode that high, head swimming withthe intensity. Once I could somewhat think again, I pushed on his shoulderuntil Mal was on his back. I straddled him, groaning as I pushed myself downonto him, still sensitive from my orgasm.

Mal grinned, grabbing my hips and holding me while I moved.I was pleased to see he'd lost enough of his control that his eyes had gonefully black with desire, and his fangs were out. He was likely hungry. I waswilling to donate. First, I wanted to get him off.

He was close already, and his eyes fluttered shut. Heclenched his jaw, fingers digging into my hips, groaning as he went rigid withhis release.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his, and he kissedme with a fierce possessiveness I didn't feel I deserved. He clutched meagainst him as if he would never let go.

"You're really going to make me think aboutkeeping you around if you keep that up, mate," I whispered.

"I do hope so," he replied.

"Hungry?"

"Do you mind?"

"Mmmm, not one bit," I answered.

"Thank you."

Mal cradled the back of my neck with his hand, tiltingmy chin, kissing me softly before burying his fangs in my neck.

I might have passed out with how powerfully my body respondedto his bite. When I was able to focus on more than the sensations ripplingthrough me, I found myself cradled in Mal's arms. He kissed my cheek when Iturned a sleepy eye on him.

"Let's get you cleaned up," he said, "andthen get some rest. Today was far more exhausting than it should have been."

"Yeah, near death experiences will do that."

Mal nodded, squishing me against him. "Yes. Notsomething I'm particularly used to these days. I do not approve."

I chuckled. "Yeah, me neither."

He helped me back to the bathroom. We took a quickshower together, and by the time we headed