Chapter 26
26
T asting my blood and arousal on Blair’s lips is odd, but after a second, I barely notice it. Feeling her mouth against mine after all we’ve done tonight is its own form of blissful release. It’s silly, but I was worried it would be harder to kiss a woman, given how much smaller Blair is than the men I’ve kissed, but my lips slot against hers with ease, like they were formed with this very purpose in mind.
I start out a little too forceful, needing to dive in full force to get over the hurdle of my anxieties, but melt at the way her soft lips mold against mine. She’s warmer than I expected, maybe from my blood now coursing through her.
Why does that thought excite me? That I’m literally inside Blair now, heating her as much as she makes me burn for her.
My hands have a mind of their own, one holding her face like it’s worried she’ll break the kiss too soon, and the other wandering down to stroke along her bare arm, then in to palm her breast over her catsuit.
I can feel how hard her nipple is through the thin latex, and we both gasp as I brush against it with my thumb. I seize the opportunity to deepen the kiss, feeling wild and reckless and needy despite coming harder than I ever have a few minutes ago.
It’s impossible to remember why I was worried about this. Blair’s tongue in my mouth as I caress her breast is a revelation.
Blair groans against my mouth, her hand flying up to cup the back of my head as our tongues slide together. The strange coppery taste is stronger now, but I’m starting to like it. It’s a reminder of what we’ve done and what Blair is. I’d probably laugh at the absurdity of being bound and bitten by a sexy vampire if I wasn’t totally lost in the feeling of her mouth on mine.
When Blair pulls back from the kiss, I’m gasping and eager for more. I shake my head and tug her in back to me, and she laughs against my mouth. I nip at her lower lip and her laughter turns to a curse.
“ F-fuck , Grace,” Blair rasps.
The raw need in her voice makes me shiver. She’s always so in control that breaking through her composure excites me. Knowing I’m the person who’s making her sound like that is intoxicating.
When my tongue slides into her mouth again, there’s an unexpected flash of pain as I scrape against something sharp that wasn’t there a moment ago. Right, her fangs.
Blair immediately pulls back, her dark eyes filled with concern. “Shit, I didn’t mean for them to come out. Are you okay? ”
“I’m fine,” I say, shaking my head. There’s a bit more of the metallic taste in my mouth, and I test my tongue with my finger, looking to see how much it’s bleeding. There’s hardly any blood, but Blair eyes the small amount of crimson on my fingertip with barely restrained hunger.
I absently bring my finger back toward my mouth to clean the blood off, but Blair’s hand darts out lightning fast and grabs my wrist. My pulse quickens as she guides my finger to her mouth and sucks it between her lips. Her eyes flutter shut in pleasure as she swirls her tongue around the pad in a way that’s shockingly erotic.
I whimper involuntarily, my clit giving a needy throb. Fuck, how can I be so desperate for her again?
Blair hums slightly as she pulls my finger back out of her mouth and gives me a slightly sheepish smile. “We should probably stop before I lose control and bite you again.”
“I don’t have a problem with that.” I barely recognize the husky, seductive rasp of my voice.
Blair groans. “You’re not making it easy for me to do the right thing.”
I lean in, pressing my breasts against hers as I drag my lips against the column of her throat. “Who says stopping is the right thing?” I whisper.
“F-fuck.” God, there’s that unexpected break in her voice again. Does she really want me that badly? “I…”
Whatever she’s about to say is cut off by a soft knock on the door. Blair immediately stiffens and shifts to put me behind her, guarding me from whatever threat may come bursting into the room.
“I’m so sorry to interrupt. Do you think you need us anymore, or are you good?” Max’s voice calls from the other side of the door .
“We’re good. Thanks for checking. Now fuck off,” I call back before Blair can answer.
There’s a faint rumble of Max’s laugh before he replies. “Roger that.”
I laugh as Blair eases back out of her protective posture. “God, I forgot he was out there. Do you think he could, uh, hear when I…?”
Blair smirks. “When you screamed my name as you came?”
I groan, flushing with embarrassment. Of course he heard me. “I’ll never be able to look at Max again without cringing.”
She shrugs. “When you’re a part of a small kink community like this, you’re bound to end up knowing what everyone looks and sounds like when they come.”
“That’s not helping! Now I’m thinking about how awkward it will be if I see Max railing Mona.”
“Not if. When,” Blair says with a wry laugh. “Mona’s an exhibitionist, remember?”
I tug the blanket around myself, eyeing the door warily as the reality that we’re in a kink club comes crashing in.
“Next time, maybe we can do this somewhere a little more private?” I ask.
“You want a next time?” Blair asks, dodging the question.
Two can play that game. “I don’t know. What do you think?”
“Grace,” Blair says with a concerned frown.
“Yes! I want a next time. Quit being ridiculous.”
Her eyes widen at my adamance.
Oh shit, was she trying to let me down gently? “Wait, do you want a next time?”
“Yes. Quit being ridiculous,” she says, echoing me with a slight smirk.
I can’t decide if I want to smack her or kiss her until we’re breathless again.
Who am I kidding? I want the kissing.
Blair must see the way my expression shifts because she stands up from the couch and crosses her arms under her chest. “In order for there to be a next time, we need to stop now. I drank as much from you as I safely could, and I don’t want to risk taking more if we continue tonight.”
I resist the urge to pout, and when I wobble a little as I stand, I know she’s right. Now that the high of our activities is wearing off, I realize I’m a little lightheaded.
Blair steadies me, and if I lean a little more into her hold than is necessary, she doesn’t comment on it. “Sit back down for a minute. I’ll get you a drink.”
I allow her to guide me back down onto the couch and watch as she crosses the room to the same cabinet she got the blanket from. “A drink?” I ask.
She digs through a small insulated bag and I laugh as I see what she pulls out. It’s a juice box.
“What, no cookie?” I ask, unable to keep the amusement from my voice.
“I forgot it, but hopefully this will be enough,” she says, completely sincere.
My chest squeezes with affection. If you were to look at Blair in all of her stern, goth goddess glory, you’d never imagine that such a sweetheart lurked beneath the surface. She’s so goddamn kind and caring. What did I do to deserve someone like Blair in my life?
I have the sudden urge to wrap my arms around her and never let her go.
Instead, I sip the juice dutifully, and the pleased smile she gives me in return makes the urge to kiss her rise again.
When I’m done, she takes the box and puts it back in her bag, then grabs my dress for me. “Do you want some privacy while you get dressed?”
I furrow my brow. “What? Why would I want that? You’ve already seen me naked.”
“Sometimes people feel vulnerable after a scene. I don’t want to assume anything about what you do or don’t feel comfortable with.”
“Ah, right. Well, I don’t care.” I stand and let the blanket fall off me as I take the dress from her hand.
Despite my bravado, I’m more than a little self-conscious about Blair watching me wriggle back into the tight dress. She busies herself with gathering up all the things she brought with her tonight, which is good because putting the dress on is decidedly less sexy than taking it off. I have no idea how she brought all that stuff in here without me noticing, since she didn’t have that bag with her when she arrived. Did she put it in here ahead of time? Thinking about her putting in that much effort to prepare for tonight makes my stomach flutter.
When I’m back in my dress and heels and she’s slung an entire duffle bag with the gear over her shoulder, my nerves kick up. What happens when we leave the privacy of this room? Will she want to go hang out with other friends? Watch some scenes in the main room?
Oh shit, I forgot, most of the people out there are monsters! I freeze midway through the door out into the hallway as Blair holds it open for me.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” she says, placing a hand on the small of my back. “I can take you home right away if you’re not ready to experience the full offerings of a monster-filled kink club.”
“Are you sure? What about Mona and Max? I don’t want to be rude and leave without saying goodbye. ”
She rubs a circle on my back and I lean into her touch, letting it soothe me. “They’ll understand. Besides, I’m sure they’re occupied.” She drops the hand from my back and laces her fingers with mine. “Come on, I’ll take you out through the back. We’ll save the monster fuck fest for another time.”
I laugh, tension bleeding from me. “Thanks,” I say, squeezing her hand.
Blair guides me down the hallway through an unmarked door that eventually leads out into the cool night air. We loop around the building to get to the parking lot out front, and she keeps my hand firmly in hers until we reach her car, where she releases it to open the door for me.
Again with the casual kindness and care. Before Blair can move away, I grab her arm and hold her in place, and softly press my lips to hers. I have to bend down a little now that I’m back in my shoes, and that makes the butterflies kick back up in my stomach again.
Everything with Blair feels new and exciting. I know no small part of that is discovering that, yeah, I’m not straight like I assumed for most my life, but it goes beyond that. I don’t think I’d feel this way kissing a random hot woman. I’m melting at even this brief kiss because of the overwhelming sense of rightness that washes over me when I’m with Blair.
This is special. This is important. Fuck, I hope I don’t ruin it somehow.
When I pull back, I give Blair a smile, hoping she understands how I feel. “Thanks,” I whisper.
She nods, looking a little dazed before returning my smile with one of her own. “You don’t have to thank me. I’ll do anything for you, Grace.”
It’s said with calm casualness that almost disguises the flare of serious intention of her words. It’s a confession and a promise. One I’m not sure I merit, but I’ll do everything I can to be the kind of person who deserves the favor of the breathtaking woman before me.