Chapter 27 Elijah #2
She comes to a stop in front of a tall door that says supply and has to use her key to get into it.
I follow her into the small space, the automatic light clicking on as we step inside.
As soon as the door has shut behind me, Molly wastes no time turning to face me, standing so close that I have to look down my nose at her face tipped back to mine.
I can smell her breath, smell the vanilla cappuccino that she just drank, and the gentle scent of her–lavender perfume mixed with the sweet scent of her blood beneath her skin.
Her hands land on my waist, pressing me backwards until I hit the wall with a surprised laugh. She reaches past me and clicks off the light, casting us into what would be complete darkness if not for the yellow LEDs under the cupboards lighting the counter.
‘What are you doing?’ I ask, though I’ve already lowered my mouth to hover above hers, close enough to kiss.
‘I told you, I had a very good-bad idea that started with bringing us to this closet.’
‘And then?’ I rub my nose against hers and slide my hands up her biceps.
‘Well, that’s as far as my planning went,’ she says, a bit breathless.
‘I’ll bet we can think of something.’ I slip my fingers into Molly’s soft golden hair at the base of her neck, tugging slightly until she releases a heavy breath.
Ducking my head, I press a long kiss to her jaw.
‘Maybe something like this,’ I mutter, then kiss down her throat towards her collar bone. ‘And this.’
‘How spontaneous of you,’ she whispers.
‘I assure you there is nothing spontaneous about how I want you.’ I manoeuvre her head back and let my mouth fall ever so gently against hers.
It’s slow at first, a soft moving of lips and light pressing of tongues, but she seals her front to mine as she deepens the kiss, pressing onto her toes to do so.
She licks into my mouth deeper and I can’t suppress a moan in return.
Marginally gathering hold of my senses, I wrap my arm around her and spin us around so that it’s her back against the wall, me holding her there, my tongue pressing against hers.
The kiss descends into something more feverish, and I slide a hand up her thigh like I’d imagined, dipping beneath the hem of her skirt to her upper thigh, the skin so hot against my palm it makes us both moan this time.
‘Shh, darling,’ I mutter against her lips. ‘You have to be quiet or we’ll both be out of jobs.’
‘Didn’t I tell you? I’m hooking up with a guy who can conveniently make people forget things,’ she says, while snaking her own hand down my chest, my abdomen, to the belt of my trousers.
‘Minx,’ I tsk, and move her hands to my neck before I roam my hands down her sides.
The skirt is loose, offering quick access to the sweet place between her thighs that’s already hot and damp when I run my fingers over the fabric covering her.
She makes another grab for my belt, but I redirect her hand up to my scalp, where she wastes no time gripping onto me.
‘You’re a sweet thing, but an impatient minx all the same. ’
‘I’m just saying, why have powers if you aren’t going to use them to make out in places you shouldn’t?’ she asks, breathless as my fingertips slide with more pressure up her slit. Usually she wears tights, but today her silky legs are bare, a beacon begging me to touch them, kiss them.
‘I could make them forget, but an unconscious part of them would remember still. And these sounds…’ I pull her panties aside and press a finger inside of Molly, eliciting one such sound, the kind that haunts my mind morning and night. ‘These are just for me.’
I slide my finger in and out, her centre so slick there’s no resistance when I add another finger.
To keep from moaning, Molly tugs on my hair and bites her lower lip while I massage the spot inside her that makes her clench around my fingers.
God, she’s perfect like this. Perfect all the time, even when she’s calling me stupid or telling me I should be better at technology after so many years on Earth.
‘Unbutton your dress,’ I command.
‘You’re so bossy.’
‘No, darling thing, you are bossy, always telling me what to do, how to do my job–I’m not bossy, I’m starving.’
She does as I say, unbuttoning the bodice of her dress to reveal the plain white bra that makes me feel out of control as I take her in.
Her breasts are heavy and plump, and I know that when I pull the cup down I’ll see mauve nipples pebbled and begging to be kissed.
I do just that, and take one of those nipples into my mouth, making her gasp.
She feels so good under my mouth, her pussy tightening on my fingers.
Molly is one of a kind, and she makes me feel completely out of control. Depraved. On fire. I’ve never, in all my years, felt anything like I feel when I have her.
In the closet like this, her little breathy gasps near my ear, bitten-back moans and the sound of my fingers slipping inside of her is completely indecent and irresponsible and I love every moment of it.
I lick up her chest, barely holding myself back from sucking her skin into my mouth to leave one of the purple splotches identical to the dozen scattered across hidden parts of her.
At the base of her neck, I feel my fangs make themselves known and have to squeeze my eyes shut and focus so that I don’t give in to this sudden and undeniable urge to mark, to bite.
‘Show me,’ Molly says, tugging my hair back to lift my head. I swallow the saliva coating my tongue and do as she says, dropping my chin open to show her my sharp teeth, fully extended now. Molly clenches harder on my fingers, her reaction making my teeth ache more.
‘What would happen if you did it?’ she asks.
‘If I bit you?’
‘Yes,’ she says on a breath. I withhold a groan at the thought, the filthy, blood-soaked images it paints in my mind.
I haven’t bit a human in so long, but I don’t forget it.
My early days as a vampire were full of so much indulgence; blood and sex and unchecked passion burning through my piece of eternity.
My cock presses against my slacks painfully and I whine when she snakes her hand down to rub her palm against it. ‘Would it hurt?’
‘No,’ I tell her, confident. By all accounts, it should hurt having your skin torn into, blood exhumed from beneath the surface, but it’s part of the magic.
Any twinge of pain is replaced quickly with pleasure, almost as if there’s a venom in our bite to make our prey more pliable in our arms. I’ve heard many humans say it’s a unique bliss, even as the life is drained from them one pull at a time.
I’ve seen humans die like that, a smile on their lips.
My brother says it’s what makes them below us, as if we weren’t once human ourselves, as if the bite that changed us couldn’t have so easily been the one to kill us if not for the blood our mother made us drink first.
‘Would I like it?’ she asks. I drop my forehead onto her shoulder and exhale.
‘Molly,’ I groan.
‘I would let you do it,’ she says. I pull my head up to look directly at her face, blush high on her cheeks, but eyes hot and earnest.
‘Darling,’ I say, as stern as I can muster.
‘You’re not supposed to call me darling,’ she reminds me.
‘Molly June, then,’ I say. ‘I’m not going to bite you in a supply closet.’
She laughs, a lilting, airy sound, and I join her, my fingers still buried in her cunt, her chest still bare between us.
‘Then will you fuck me in one?’ she asks.
‘You are so bad,’ I whisper, but I won’t deny her this thing we both crave.
I pull my fingers from her and press them into my mouth, licking the taste of her while I lift her onto the counter.
If her juices are this wonderful, I don’t think I’d survive her blood–it would be the thing to finally kill me.
‘Share,’ she whispers, filthy thing, and eagerly kisses me back as I free my cock from my trousers.
I’m careful not to nick her with my fangs, but slotting the head of my cock against her hot entrance makes me feel out of control.
I notch my chin over her shoulder to mitigate risk and sink into the nicest, warmest place I’ve ever known.
I press in and out of her, thrusting with no finesse, just attempting to maintain some hold of myself while she bites back moans. I reach between us and press circles to her clit until she gasps and comes undone around my cock that’s already spilling into her.
My mind circles infinitely around Molly, Molly, my Molly. She’s magnificent and strange and my fangs pulse along with my entire being demanding that she be mine.
For what feels like the thousandth time, I wish she could be.
Teams messages between Devi and Kenneth on 4 December 2026
Kenneth: At this point they should just say they’re going to make out somewhere
Devi: Who?
Kenneth: Come on.
Devi: I don’t know what you are talking about
Kenneth: Liar. Eli and Molly
Devi: As a loyal friend to Molly I will not be gossiping about her.
Devi: (But I know, they couldn’t be more obvious.)
Kenneth: okay so gossiping is fine so long as it’s in a parenthesis?
Devi: I don’t know what you’re talking about
Devi: (yes)
Kenneth: (It’s Molly constantly smiling for me! Unnatural.)
Devi: (And Elijah’s long, lingering stares at Molly’s desk when he walks by seventeen times a day?)
Kenneth: (Try thirty times. Minimum)
Devi: (They may or may not have kissed at my Halloween party)
Kenneth: AND YOU’RE JUST TELLING ME THIS NOW?
Devi: (Lower your voice omfg)
Kenneth: Sorry
Kenneth: I mean (sorry)
Devi: (Have you noticed he’s been taking his lunch at the same time as her and not just sitting in his office??)
Kenneth: (Yes! What has she told you?)
Devi: (Nothing. I’m going to get it out of her, though.)
Kenneth: (and then you’ll tell meeeee?)
Devi: (probably not )