Sullen Little Beasts (Little Monsters Series, Book 2)

Part 4

Abel came up behind me as I was doing the dishes. He had been cooking again and he left a big ol' mess, but I didn't mind it. As long as I could get out of cooking, I was more than happy to do the dishes. I also did my best thinking while doing the dishes. All the good projects came to me.

Abel gently put his hands on my hips before running them under my shirt, his thumb going over my stomach. "You need help?" he asked, his lips right by my ear.

"You're not here to help," I breathed and tipped my head to the side, giving him room. He was hungry. I could hear it on his voice. It'd tremble ever so slightly.

"I'm not, no." His breath hit my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

Sometimes I wondered if he was using some kind of magic, because he just had this effect on me. My legs would turn into jelly, and I'd just wait for him to bite down on my neck. Waiting for that small jolt that'd go through my body as his teeth pierced my skin. I could even hear this small 'pop' when the tips of the fangs broke through. He'd always do it so slowly and gently and then he'd run his hands over my body, one ending my cheek, his thumb running over my jaw.

It happened exactly as I had anticipated. I loved how it was the same every time, but it kept being this exciting.

He had one hand on my cheek, the other placed right under my chest, pressing me back against him. I was trying to not sound like an idiot, but I couldn't help myself. Everything that was Abel was running through my veins, his presence only growing stronger with every beat of my pulse.

"Fuck," he groaned against my skin, crushing me to him. Then he let go of me and went searching through the cupboards. I had grabbed onto the counter, trying to not fall flat on my ass, panting. I couldn't really move much, because it was still going on. When he fed on me, a lot of feelings rushed through my body, and it didn't stop immediately when he did. And the longer he fed on me, the longer this feeling kept going. It almost paralysed me, to the point where my legs just got incredibly weak.

Abel was back and grabbed my hair, biting down on my neck again. I groaned and pressed myself back at him. He pulled down on my sweats with one hand, the other glistening and waiting. He got me freed of them and gently pushed his fingers inside of me. He slid his tongue over my throat as well, and the dishes were left entirely untouched.

He grabbed my hip with one hand and undid his jeans with the other, slowly sliding himself in me. I gasped, desperately trying to get air down my lungs, holding onto the counter for dear life.

I felt like I was dying. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it was about to crawl up through my throat. My skin felt overly sensitive to anything touching it. And he was touching me. His hips were moving quickly and hard. His hand was roaming over my stomach, over my hip and to my ass, going back to my stomach again.

I was sounding like an idiot. It didn't seem to bother my boyfriend at all. He kept going, pressing me against the kitchen counter. The edge of the counter hit me almost in the middle of my stomach, but it didn't really matter to me. I just wanted him to feed on me again.

I grabbed his hair and got his mouth down to my throat. He chuckled and kissed my skin, before biting down. I moaned with an almost high-pitched voice and then I was done. I leaned in over the counter, folding my hands in front of me and then resting my forehead on them. Abel gently kissed the back of my neck and pulled my sweats up.

"Well, I can help you with the dishes now, if you want."

I snorted and straightened to my full height and turned around, draping my arms around his neck. "You're doing the rest yourself, love. I'm boneless."

"I figured," he chuckled and kissed my throat, where he had bit me. "I don't mind. I did interrupt you." He turned us around and made me walk backwards towards the sofa. I dumped down on it, and he followed.

"You were supposed to do the dishes," I murmured against his lips as he kissed me.

"Sure," he said and moved down to my throat, wiggling his hips down between my legs.

"You wanna go again?" Wasn't sure there was more in me. No more bones. No more of anything.

"No, just wanna amuse myself. Is that not alright?"

I snorted and put my hand on his cheek. "It is. But I can't go for another round. You fed a lot, Abel."

It was like he turned as white as a sheet. Or you know, as white as his golden skin would let him. His whole body also tensed up and he became stiff as a board. "I'm... I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Oh no, Abel," I hurried to say and hugged him close. "You didn't do anything wrong! I mean it, nothing. You're good."

He exhaled loudly and relaxed, sinking into me. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice muffled against my shoulder.

"Yeah." I ran my hand through his hair.

"Why did you say that then?"

"When you feed on me, I become exhausted after. Especially if you do it several times. I don't think it's blood loss. I just fucking love it. And it wears me out."

Abel swallowed hard, took a couple of deep breaths, and then pulled up, looking down at me. "You absolutely sure?"

"Yes," I said softly, running my hands under his shirt. "I wouldn't let you do it, if I didn't like it."

"You wouldn't lie to me about this, would you?" he asked very seriously, brows furrowed.

"No. I only lie about liking your risotto."

Air was punched out of him, and his face broke into a smile. "You said you liked it!"

"It was really dry, I'm sorry, but I didn't wanna hurt your feelings."

Abel laughed and dumped down on my chest. "Asshole. I'm breaking up. You have to move out."

"As if. It was my house first."

"Yeah, but I'm the scorned one so out of respect, you should leave."

I couldn't help but snort. "You'd get lonely."

"I would. But luckily I'll have the kids to keep me busy."

I fake gasped. "You're not keeping the kids! I'll fight tooth and nail in court."

Abel laughed softly and kissed my forehead. He didn't go do the dishes and we didn't go for a second round either. Instead, we put on the telly, talked shit and cuddled.

Absolute perfection.