Saved By Your Hot Book Boyfriend

24. Sharing a Shower with the Hot Guy

24

Sharing a Shower with the Hot Guy

Ziros

Centuries . Ages. Lifetimes.

That’s how long it’s been since I’ve done something like this.

She’s just a human.

A magical human, but still just a human.

And that’s exactly why I know better than to get attached. Her lifetime could never match up with mine. Falling for a human is only destined to end in heartbreak. That’s why I already know this is a bad idea.

Deep down, I know I shouldn’t let myself feel anything for her.

It must be the damn magic connecting us. And her blood magic flowing through my body.

That’s gotta be it.

That’s all it is.

This thing I feel as I look into her eyes? It’s just lust.

And she must feel it, too, based on the anticipation in her gaze. She stares up at me with hot, hungry eyes as I lean over her on the bed, tilting her jaw with one hand.

Her blood still calls to me, the scent of it filling the room, drawing me back in.

I never should have bitten her. Now that I’ve got a taste, it’ll be even harder to resist. Harder to let go.

I want more than anything to be free.

But right now, all I want is her.

I breathe in against her neck, my voice a low rasp against her skin. “You smell delicious.”

“I do?” She wrinkles her nose as she gives her shoulder a little sniff.

Like she doesn’t like how she smells.

What? There’s no way. She smells better than any other scent on this entire planet.

I pull back to look at her.

“Hey now. What’re you making that face for?”

“Nothing. It’s just that—” She laughs softly, a melodic sound. A laugh like water over stones, like the blaze of sun lighting the earth on a frozen day. “I smell like chlorine.”

I must be more drunk than I realized, because everything she does is beautiful.

Every sound she makes. Every movement.

With every breath, all I can taste is her.

I feel like I’m losing my mind.

I’ve never felt this way about a human before. No .

Not just about a human.

I’ve never felt this way. Period .

About anyone.

I’m drunk. That’s it.

I’m drunk and I should stop.

I wrench myself away from her, stumbling backward against the wall, knocking my left arm into her bookshelf.

A shelf which, now that I notice, is covered in an array of books featuring very shirtless, very fit men.

Ha! Is that what she likes?

I pull one out, flicking through the pages with a smirk. A smirk that grows when I realize what I’m reading.

It’s a vampire romance.

And it’s steamy. Oh, damn. Probably more steamy than anything I’ve ever read.

But before I can read a single word out loud, she jumps up from the bed, wrenching it out of my hand.

“What’s the matter, human?” I ask as she shoves it quickly back onto the shelf. “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed.”

She folds her arms, glaring up at me in the most adorable way.

Dammit.

I have to stop thinking like this.

What the hell is wrong with me?

“You should have told me you were into vampires.” I grin, leaning in close to her neck until her breath stills, like she’s anticipating. Lowering my voice, I say, “You know, I can make that scene come true.”

She blushes so hot, I can feel the heat rushing through her neck, hear the blood pounding beneath her skin.

And, oh hell, now I want her even more.

But she just grumbles, “Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s rude to go snooping around other people’s bookshelves without their permission?”

“Is that what I was doing?” I fold my arms, gazing lazily at her as I lean back against the wall. Still smirking. Still craving her more than anything I’ve ever wanted.

She’s somehow even cuter when she’s embarrassed.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she says abruptly, blushing as she turns away. Blushing madly.

I stand still. Watching her go.

I’m not a creep.

Or at least, I aim not to be.

If she doesn’t want to continue this, I sure ain’t gonna push it. I run one hand back through my hair, letting out a heavy breath. I need to clear my head.

Damn .

As soon as she’s more than five feet away, a little of my clarity already returns. Followed by the familiar taste of self-loathing.

I’m an idiot.

This was probably all one-sided, and I was too drunk to realize.

I should apologize.

I should—

But she pauses at the door, looking back at me.

“Do you want to…” She glances away, like she’s afraid to say what comes next. Then her eyes sparkle, a soft, slightly mischievous smile on her face when she asks, “Want to come with?”

I stare at her.

She’s standing there in the entrance to her bathroom, still just wearing those tiny little metallic gold bottoms—so tiny, she might as well not be wearing anything at all—and my shirt. That’s it.

Rigid heat burns through me.

Fuck .

So much for apologizing.

And is it just my damn overactive fantasies, or do I catch her gaze flick down to the front of my swim shorts and to the hardening shape of my cock straining against the fabric?

I can’t help but smirk. No, that definitely wasn’t my imagination.

She just checked me out.

And I can’t stop looking at her.

The way her nearly bare ass curves beyond those tiny bikini bottoms, so cheeky the back is basically a thong. The way she bends over slightly, arching her back as she turns around, and I swear she’s doing it on purpose just to show off even more.

She turns to the side again and, fuck , the way that thin white shirt clings to her breasts—

Is she trying to tempt me?

As if I need tempting.

My cock is already hard, throbbing against the papery fabric of these strange shorts.

“Well?” she asks from the bathroom door, giving me a playful smile. I love this sudden burst of confidence. “You coming?”

I laugh, unable to hold back the joke as I mutter, “ Not until you make me , little human.”

“What was that?” She flashes me another earth-shattering smile before disappearing into the bathroom.

Am I dreaming?

This has gotta be a dream, because no human has ever looked at me like that before. And I’ve never wanted a human like I want her.

I need her body against mine, need to feel her tight warmth gripping my cock, need to bury myself deep inside her. I need this, need her .

I can’t wait to see the water sliding down over her perfect breasts and around the curve of her ass.

And that’s not all I want.

I follow her into the bathroom just in time. She takes the hem of her borrowed shirt and starts to lift it from her waist, but I grab her wrists, holding her still, loving the way her breath catches in surprise.

“ Wait ,” I growl, leaning closer to her neck, breathing in her scent all over again. “Not yet.”

She looks up at me like I’ve confused her. Like she’s worried maybe I don’t actually want to see what’s beneath that thin shirt.

But oh, hell. I absolutely do.

I just don’t want her out of it yet. Not when I saw how amazing it looked wet.

I want to see it again.

And this time, I’ll be the only one.

I love that we’re alone.

That she’s all mine.

“Don’t take it off yet, human. I want to see it wet.”

Understanding dawns on her face, melting into unabashed excitement. And there’s that beautiful, sexy confidence again.

“Like this?” She asks, flipping her hair over her shoulder and standing straighter as the water soaks down through the white fabric. “You like the way it turns see-through?”

Oh, hell .

I growl, stepping into the water in front of her. “Hell yes, I do.”

Her perky breasts strain against the thin fabric, nipples hard and clearly visible through the soaked shirt.

I want to suck them.

I want to touch her. To taste her.

I need this. Need her .

I brace my hands on the wall at either side of her head, breathing her in, drawing my fangs down the side of her neck until she moans softly, like she’s already anticipating the bite.

But I don’t bite down.

Not yet.

I move lower, caressing her breasts before sucking each nipple through the soaked fabric. She moans softly again, tilting her head back against the shower wall, and I love the way she responds so eagerly to my touch, to my tongue, to my teeth as I gently bite her—but not hard enough to draw blood.

Not yet.

I want to make this last.

I pull away, turning her gently around, so her forearms are braced against the shower wall. She leans over as if she knows exactly what I’m hoping for, giving me the perfect view of her round ass in that tight little metallic gold bikini bottom where the fabric rides up between her cheeks.

Streams of water pour down over her skin, leaving little droplets in their wake, and I chase one hand along their path, loving the way her curves fit against my palm.

“ Holy hell ,” I mutter, wondering why I’ve ever wanted to get free.

Why the hell do I want my full powers back?

Maybe I’ll just stay with her forever.

Then I remember I can’t .

Because there’s no forever with humans.

Humans are cursed to die young—by our standards, anyway.

I shouldn’t let myself get close. It’ll only end badly.

But we can still have some fun.

I wrench that longing away, giving her ass a squeeze, loving the way she giggles as I flip her around to face me again.

She’s beautiful. Amazing—

Damn it, there I go again.

I slide one hand behind her head, running my fingers through her hair as I move back to her lips, kissing her gently at first, then deeper, claiming every inch of her mouth with my tongue.

I want her.

And I want to claim so much more than just her mouth.

But first I need blood. Her blood. I need it so badly, I can barely think.

I pull away, moving down to her neck, sucking the smooth skin just above her collarbone. My fangs press hard against her, and she moans before I even break skin. Like she’s thrilled about this.

And I can’t help but smirk against her as I remember the book I’d pulled from her shelf. So she likes vampire romance, huh?

That makes me want to push it.

To take it further, to make her wait.

Instead of biting her neck, I pull away, loving the frustrated little sound she makes. I almost laugh.

She’s too fun. Smirking, I draw lower.

She watches me with anticipation as I slowly suck one of her nipples through the shirt, her bare breasts straining against the soaked fabric, back arching against me as I move to suck the other.

And I love the hunger in her eyes.

“ Ziros ,” she whispers, and my name has never felt so good. Heat ricochets through my chest, down to my rigid cock.

“Be careful,” I warn, sucking her nipple harder. Teasing it between my teeth. “Say that again and you might make me lose control.”

“Your name?” she asks softly, surprised. Like she has no idea the power she has over me.

And maybe that’s for the best.

But right now, I want power over her . I want to make her feel so damn good, she’ll have no choice but to scream my name.

Until it’s the only word she remembers.

Until all she knows is the feel of my body against hers.

I’ll pin her to this wall and fill her so full, she won’t know anything but the heat of our bodies as we become one. I’ll drink her blood until she can’t take it anymore, and the entire world melts around us.

That’s what I want.

I’m so lost in need, I almost don’t even hear it when she whispers, “What if I want to make you lose control?”

Oh, fuck .

I growl at that, biting down. Hard. Hard enough that she gasps as my fangs pierce her breast.

Fuck.

I didn’t mean to draw blood. Not here.

But—

Her gasp melts into a moan, and she throws her head back, mouth open as I suck, lost in the taste of her. The feel of her body curving against mine through the warm water, the sizzling magic of her blood sparking hot and intoxicating on my tongue.

I glide my teeth across her nipple as I pull back, determined not to take too much. Not yet.

Not when we’ve only just begun.

I press two fingers between the front of her legs, rubbing gently in small circles, then harder, pressing my weight against her as I suck the base of her neck again.

She moans as I bite down fully this time, letting her blood fill my mouth as the head of my cock presses against her entrance, straining against the thin fabric of my shorts.

I pull away just long enough to yank them off, glancing at her face to make sure we’re still on the same page. That she wants the same thing I do. It takes all my self-control to hold back even this little bit, but I only want her if she wants me. If she wants this .

“ Don’t stop ,” she pants, sliding one hand into the front of her cheeky bikini bottoms where my fingers were moments before. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control. So don’t stop. Please .”

Birth control?

The modern world will never cease to amaze.

I growl again, pinning her to the wall. My cock head spreads her open, pushing her tiny bikini bottoms aside as I press against her already soaked entrance.

Fuck , she feels so damn good.

I need her.

All of her.

She gasps, her pussy tight and hot and feeling way too damn good as her body stretches to accommodate the head of my hard cock. Her gasp melts into a whimper, eyes half-lidded, mouth ajar.

And it hits me in a sick shock—I’m hurting her. I must be hurting her.

“ Tell me to stop ,” I growl against her neck, the bite mark already fading. Even as I say it, my body rallies against me, every muscle tense. My forearms strain where I brace them against the wall, forcing myself to wait. “Human. I’m hurting you. If I’m hurting you, tell me to stop. Tell me to stop, and I will.”

There’s a battle raging inside me, and it takes all my self-control not to thrust all the way in up to the hilt right now, burying myself balls deep inside her tight body. I want nothing more than to let loose inside her.

Fuck , I need this. I’ve needed this for so long.

But I force myself to wait, the moment stretching taut between us, her tight warmth throbbing around the head of my shaft as I stare down into her eyes.

“What? Hurting me?” she asks finally, blinking slowly, like she’s only just understood what I said. “No way! Don’t you dare stop.”

I grin.

Heat and hunger washes over me.

“ Good answer , human.”

Moving two fingers to her jaw, I tilt her chin up, kissing her before dropping back to her neck.

Thrusting in deeper, I suck her neck at the same time, biting hard—hard enough that I’m still afraid I might be hurting her, but she moans loudly, her breathing growing ragged as her blood fills my mouth, fire and water all at once. But this isn’t enough.

More. I need more.

With a roar, I bury my cock balls-deep inside her at last, the tight heat of her body squeezing down my shaft in a perfect vice. She pants, head tilted back in ecstasy, mouth still slightly open, curving her hips forward to draw me somehow even tighter against her.

I pin her to the shower wall, pressing my fangs back to her neck. And I suck so damn hard, I hope it leaves a mark tomorrow.

Mine.

I want everyone to know she’s mine.

My magic unravels around us, wind whipping through her hair, holding us up.

“You’re so fucking hot,” I growl against her, kissing up toward her jaw as I move one hand back behind her head, cradling it as I press my mouth to hers in a frenzied kiss. “You’re doing so good, taking my hard cock in that tight, wet little pussy.”

I lift the hem of her soaked shirt, exposing her bare nipples against my chest, loving the feel of her smooth skin as I slide all the way into her before backing out, relishing the tightness of her body as she arches her back to impale herself further on my shaft. Lifting one leg, she wraps it around my waist, forcing me all the way back into her.

“Bite me,” she pants, half-command, half plea, eyes dark and needy. “Bite me again.”

I almost lose it right then.

I grab her jaw, tilting her chin up, forcing her mouth back to mine, and I can barely contain myself. The fire of her body and blood has me at the very edge.

I shouldn’t bite her again. Not if I want to last.

But she moans as I thrust in, panting as she whimpers, “ Please Ziros , do I have to beg?”

I growl, heat raging through my cock at just the sound of my name on her tongue. I’ve never been so damn hard in my life, and I’ve never felt half this good.

And I love the need echoing in her voice. Love knowing it’s all because of me.

I’ve waited centuries for this, and I can’t resist any longer.

I need her.

I need her blood filling my mouth as I stuff her with my cock.

I suck the other side of her neck, grazing my teeth against her skin until she gasps. But just when I’m about to bite—I drop lower again, sliding out as I suck her other breast, drawing the nipple into my mouth.

It’s even better now, with her soaked shirt rolled up above it, just her bare skin in my mouth.

“You’re beautiful,” I growl, sucking her pebbled nipple as I roll it between my tongue and lips. “So damn beautiful.”

She gasps again as I finally bite down, sucking hard enough to draw fresh blood as my fangs pierce her skin.

She pants softly, throwing her head back against the shower wall, mouth hanging open.

Slowly, I glide back into her soaked pussy, our breath and bodies synced. I take her with long, slow strokes, bodies joined perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle, born to fit together.

I’m only vaguely aware of my name, whispered like a swear as she melts against my chest.

One of her hands wraps behind my head, lacing into my hair as she cries out, pulling her leg tight around my waist—forcing me to rut out deep inside her.

I pull away just enough to see her eyes.

“Such a bad girl.” I smirk, tugging her nipple between two fingers. “You like when I drink your blood and fill you with my cock?”

She only moans louder at that, her hand tightening in my hair, and I thrust all the way into her again as she wraps both legs around my waist, held up only by my cock, her back pinned to the shower wall.

I suck her neck again, biting down until she whimpers softly, a melting, beautiful sound that only makes me somehow, impossibly, harder.

“ Fuck ,” I growl, my vision going red. “You taste so damn good.”

There’s no stopping now.

I need every damn inch of her.

I need her.

I—

I swear again, growling, thrusting in and out until I can’t take it anymore, until I break away from her neck, panting hard, kissing her mouth, drawing her so tightly against me, there’s no telling where one of us begins and the other ends.

She cries out again, mouth open, head tilted back as I thrust in a final time, heat exploding through my body as wave after wave of pleasure floods through me.

Through us , by the sound of it.

Her cries turn to pants, and she moans softly, mouth open. Completely still. And when she finally opens her eyes, she’s staring straight into mine.

“That…” she whispers, her voice ragged, “That was amazing .”

And then.

And then she falls forward in my arms.

Unconscious.

I swear under my breath, sliding out of her as gently as I can, holding her against my chest. Breathing hard.

What the hell have I done?