Chapter 131
Chapter 131
She made wordless objecting noises, even as she felt slick moisture pooling in her pantica.
You fight me now, but I’ll make you like it.” Amos promised darkly. He licked the tender skin over her pulse. Before she was ready, his fangs were in her throat. The sharp pain sent a spike of pleasure through her core that had nothing to do with his venom, and everything to do with the helpless pleasure of being Amos’s plaything.
He drank in deep, brutal pulls. His venom seeped into her blood, and by the third draught, blinding pleasure was singing through her veins, lighting her up from the inside. The unbearable pleasure of it overwhelmed everything. She was no longer aware of the rough brick pressed against her face, or the sounds of the city, or the cold air, or any of it. There was just Amos’s mouth and the ecstasy it wrought.
When he finally finished drinking, it took a minute for the venom to dissipate and the climax to ease. When she had a better grasp of the world around her, she became aware that Amos’s hand was still pressed over her mouth, his tongue lapping gently at the wound in her throat. She relaxed in his hold, sated and at ease.
When he realized she was no longer in the grip of his venom, he pressed a kiss to her cheek and lowered his hand from her mouth.
“Okay?” Amos asked.
“Yes,” she said, voice a little raw from all the stifled screaming.
“Good. Let me take you home.” He lifted her into his arms, holding her against his chest. The speed at which he could move was dizzying Deprived of her usual volume of blood, Chloe closed her eyes against the blur of their surroundings and simply held onto Amos, trusting him unerringly.
When they finally reached his house, he kept her in his arms as he carried her to the kitchen. He set her gently at the table and went to fetch snacks. Chloe watched him, feeling dozy and warm. Now that the excitement had passed, she was feeling the toll of the day’s stress and lack of sleep. She yawned heavily, folding her arms and leaning on the table as Amos took the seat across from her, spreading the outrageously gourmet snacks in front of her.
She picked something without really thinking about it and ate it without really tasting it.
“Chloe, are you alright?” Amos’s brow was furrowed, his eyes soft with concern.
“I’m really tired,” she admitted, drinking whatever drink Amos had opened and passed to her. Some kind of fruit juice. “It’s been a really long day p>
In a blink, Amos was out of his chair and standing over Chloe, one hand feeling for her pulse, the other pressed to her forehead, assessing her temperature. “Did I take too much p>
She closed her eyes, savoring his gentle touch, his instinctive caretaking. “No. Please don’t feel bad about feeding from me. It was the best part of my day p>
Her eyes flew open on a gasp as Amos scooped her into his arms, moving at a speed she could barely comprehend. A second later, they were in the living room. He set her on the couch and pulled a multi–colored patchwork quilt from the trunk–style coffee table. He sank down next to her and pulled her sideways onto his lap, settling the quilt over her.
It was the comfort she’d been aching for all day. She swallowed hard past the sudden constriction in her throat, squeezed her eyes shut against the burn of impending tears.
“Do you want to tell me about it p>
It took Chloe a second to get a hold of herself. When she felt like she could talk without her voice breaking into a sob, she said, “There’s not much to tell. My family is exhausting and I resent them for it. And the resentment just keeps building, to the point where I can’t tell if I’m
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reacting reasonably when they piss me off, or if I’m freaking om over nothing p>
“I’m sorry,” Amos said, his chin resting atop her head.
Chloe rested against his chest, just breathing.
“What would you like to eat tonight?” Amos asked, shifting as he fished his phone from his pocket.
Chloe shrugged, eyes closed. “I don’t know. Don’t make me make a decision p>
Amos was quiet for a moment. “How do you feel about shawarma p>
“Oh my god, yes p>
He chuckled softly. The sound of his finger tapping against his phone screen went on for a minune until he finally tossed the plane ante ant wrapped his arm back around her. “It’ll deliver in about an hour. Think you can stay awake that long p>
“Yes,” she lied, and then immediately got caught in a deep yawn.
She must have fallen asleep because she was suddenly awoken as Amos gently deposited her on the couch.
“Where are you going?” she asked blearily.
“Your dinner’s here. I’ll be right back p>
When he returned, Chloe sat cross–legged in front of the coffee table and ate contentedly while classical music played softly from an issible sound system. She and Amos talked about nothing really–their work, their families, that one city alderman that everybody was always ming about, the new bypass being put in on the Red Line, climate change, Britney Spears, multi–level marketing schemes, invasive mussels in Lake Michigan, astrology, dog breeds, and a million other things.
It was so comfortable and easy, she could have spent eternity in this room having the same small conversations with him. At some point, when she’d finished eating, she ended up back in his arms, cuddled against him while they murmured to each other in low voices.
It was perfect. He was perfect. Chloe realized in a slow, dawning kind of way, that whenever Amos figured his courtship had been completed and he actually asked her to be his bloodmate, she would say yes. She wanted to tell him right then, but she hadn’t missed his insistence on courting her “properly.” If Amos wanted a proper courtship, then she would give him one.
Sometime later, Chloe knew she’d fallen asleep again, because she woke to Amos softly calling her name. She sat up, still in his arms, and blinked up at him.
“Oh no, Amos, I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I fell asleep again p>
He stared down at her, his expression both tender and grave. “I enjoyed every minute.” He kissed the top of her head. “But the sunrise coming, so I need to see you safely home p>
What if I stayed? Chloe didn’t voice the thought, but the idea lingered wistfully.
A few minutes later, thanks to Amos’s supernatural speed and his ability to “slip into” shadows, Chloe was standing outside her mother’s house. In the pre–dawn darkness, the streets were quiet, the houses mostly dark, except for a few lit windows here and there.
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