The Dark City Chronicles ⁓ Book Three
The apocalypse looms ever closer! Steamy romance, heart-stopping action, seductive vampires, magic that defies nature, sprinkles of dark-humor, and, as always, the everlasting bonds of friendship.
Hannah's strug...
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"Will you let it be me?"
"I don't know," Kane replied tightly.
Reid didn't look pleased, but he didn't protest. He would, later; Kane didn't doubt it. Reid was still clutching his neck, fingers bloody, and Kane's stomach churned at the sight.
"It's healing," Reid assured. Then he pouted, cheeks flushed. "You bit me like you wanted my jugular for dinner. I'm serious. No more blood for you, bad boy."
"I'll fucking smother you."
"Please do," Reid snapped. "I might get a good night's sleep then."
Kane winced. He did wake Reid up. He deserved a few jibes.
"This... it doesn't mean I'm turning." Kane scoffed at Reid's glare. "I was addicted to your blood, idiot. It's only been a few weeks. I'm still struggling."
"Oh..." Reid winced. "Maybe that's all this was."
"Maybe."
They stared at each other, a heaviness in the air.
Hannah's soft fingers settled over Kane's, squeezing. "What can I do?"
"A few things," Kane rasped.
Hannah must have heard the huskiness in his tone because she smiled hotly. "I could help." Her hand settled on his shoulder, nearing. "I would love to."
She was close enough that Kane could easily catch her sweet mouth with his, but he was distracted by Reid staring at his lap.
"Eyes up here," Kane growled. When Reid kept staring, Kane grabbed the blanket and dragged it over his lower half. "I could bite you again. Ow. Ow. Ow. Right? Want more of those?"
"While you're hard?" Reid asked, disturbed. He drew his knees up, locking them together, like Kane was about to burglarize him or some shit.
Kane grimaced. He was hard during the whole crazy bloodlust thing a moment ago, but he wasn't about to admit it. "You're the one staring!"
"Because it's practically pointing at me!"
"Stop calling it an 'it'!"
"You want me to say, your penis?"
They both grimaced, unsettled.
Okay. It was better.
Kane grumbled, "Just don't talk about it."
"Gladly," Reid snapped, but his eyes betrayed him, flickering to Kane's lap again.
Surging up, Kane snatched a pillow and shoved it against Reid's face. "Die!" He heard Reid whimper about molestation but didn't stop, snarling.
He kept suffocating the moron until he heard Hannah laughing.
Dropping the pillow, Kane glanced over his shoulder. Hannah's eyes were watering, her cheeks were flushed, and she was choking on her laughter. He couldn't help but smile. She'd never looked more beautiful.
