Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23

No! No. No. No. Fucking no.

She doesn’t get to throw me out at the first bump in the road of our inevitable future together.

As I’m staring at her where she’s pressed against the banister of the stairs, my rage is palpable and all–consuming in its intensity. I want to wrap my hand around her throat and lift her like she weighs no less than a newborn chick’s down feathers. I then want to tilt her neck so her carotid artery is visible and waiting for me to sink my fangs into its pulsing, throbbing canal of red, ultimately making her mine for all eternity. Then she’ll never have the option of getting away from me, not far at least. Because our bond would be like my personalized AirTag, enabling me to always find her, no matter how far she tries to run or hide.

The appeal of seeing my mark on her all day, every day, for the rest of our existence, has my cock throbbing behind the zipper of my pants, and my fists wrapping tighter around the banisters beam, causing it to creak under the pressure my hold

of

My Little Menace is a statue on the outside, but she is a complete mess of emotions on the inside.

She wants to fear me – this predator that’s mere inches away from her, its sights set on her, and who isn’t willing to let her walk away from him,

She wants to be frustrated with me for disrespecting an evident passion of hers, for not apologizing immediately, and not coming after her when she stormed upstairs earlier.

She wants to be angry at me for how I make her feel. For the way her body reacts to me and my presence. For not understanding this inexplicable ‘pull‘ that’s between us.

are inevitable, so I don’t know why she keeps fighting this, why she keeps fighting us.

1 know she still needs more time and definitely more information before she commits to me and what our future as vampire king and queen will look like. But when she acts like this, thinking she can discard me, her mate and king, because we had a little misunderstanding, she makes my blood boil while my mind races to find a way to punish her.

But before I can come up with a punishment that will appease me, she does something that renders me speechless, and causes me to freeze for all of two seconds. She yanks on my shirt that’s been fisted in her hands this whole time and crashes her mouth to mine.

The first thing I notice is how soft her lips are. A plump bottom lip that begs to be bitten. A top lip that has the perfect cupid’s bow that I want to lick, over and over until she moans for me in desperation.

The second is when she starts pulling away when I don’t react immediately, likely misinterpreting my surprise for not being interested in her in such a way. But I will not allow it, because now that I’ve gotten a morsel–sized taste of how her lips feel against mine, I know I’ll never get enough of her. Not in this lifetime, not ever.

Taking my right hand away from the banister, I slide my fingers into the base of her loose ponytail and tug her head towards me so her lips lock onto mine again, denying her any escape unless I allow it.

She makes a sound in the back of her throat, and I have a sneaking suspicion it was an attempt to protest me taking control. Yet, when my tongue swipes at that juicy bottom lip, tasting but not yet asking for entry into her mouth, it morphs into something that’s equal parts yearning and begging. And fuck, it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.

Her fingers curl into my shirt again, tighter this time, like she’s torn between pushing me away or pulling me closer. I don’t let her choose, though, because before she can form the thought, I sneak my left hand around her lower back and pull her body against mine. And Fates, it’s the best feeling I’ve ever had in all my years wandering this earth.

When she lets out the sweetest, gentlest gasp at feeling my still hardening cock pressed flush against her lower abdomen, I take advantage, and slip my tongue inside her mouth. Her taste is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, and I want more, so much fucking more.

Iter mouth is soft, sweeter than blood. It’s the taste of damnation, and I’d gladly drink every drop if it meant I get to hold her like this for even one second longer.

She tastes like sin, she feels like my salvation. And it becomes clear that I’m ruined. I’ll be worshipping at the altar that is Harley (shit, what’s her surname?) for the rest of my immortal life on this godforsaken earth.

I’d burn the world to feel her mouth on mine again. I’d sell my non–existent soul to Hades himself if it meant she’d always be at my side. I refuse to see my future without her

Chapter 23

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