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All I did was insert myself.
My presence alone was enough for the assholes to abandon any interest, shifting their focus to the next pretty sight.
That’s one good thing about being who I am. Maybe the only good thing. People don’t tend to fuck with me—or those around me.
Sumner didn’t even see me coming, which was typical. She’s always so damn unaware.
The second my hands found her waist. The moment her fingers laced through my hair…
“You’re going to get yourself in trouble if you keep pressing against me like that,” I rumble.
Sumner pauses, then does a full one eighty, her eyes widening. “Rhenn? What the hell are you doing?”
The corners of my lips lift. “I was dancing.”
My hands still rest over her hips. She acts like she doesn’t notice.
“Well, go dance somewhere else.”
“Why?” I pull her into me again. “Seemed like you were enjoying yourself two seconds ago.”
“Yeah, because I thought you were Josten.”
The amusement falls from my face. “You thought I was a fucking dog?”
Sumner looks me up and down, a small grin forming across her mouth. “Well, you do kind of look like one.”
“Funny,” I muse, moving my hand to trace my thumb over the curve of her neck.
It’s insane how deeply I crave to taste her. How every inch of me tightens with the need to sink my teeth into that soft, supple flesh.
Tugging her forward, I allow my lips to brush against the shell of her ear. “The foreplay was great, darlin’, but we both know I’m really only interested in one thing here.”
“Seriously?” She attempts to shrug away from me. “Can’t you find someone else to suck dry for a while?”
“Most girls love when I nibble on their neck.”
“Great. Go bite one of them.”
“They don’t taste nearly as good as you,” I declare, my voice dropping to a dark, dangerous pitch. “Now, are you going to offer up that pulsing vein, or am I going to have to make you give it to me?”
Sumner scoffs. “Yeah, I’d rather shove burning toothpicks in my eyes.”
“That would be fun to watch.” My fingers trail up the sides of her arms and her breath catches. “Let me see that pretty neck, Vixen.”
I’m ready for her to pull away, to react as though my touch scorches her. That’s how it always goes, and it only makes me ache to haul her closer, to show her just how much it does burn.
With a shaky inhale, she does as I ask, tilting her head to the side.
No snarky comments. No defiant looks. Sumner doesn’t fight me at all.
“That’s my girl.”
She lets out a soft whimper when my fangs nick her skin, and it might be the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.
I am going to taste her slowly. Let her mouthwatering flavor melt on my tongue until I’m drunk on her. I’ll devour every drop. Taking her apart piece by piece until there’s nothing left of her that isn’t mine.
Because this, this is the kind of hate that festers in the dark. The kind that feeds on rattled heartbeats and spilled blood.
