Fangs, Fate & Other Bad Decisions Chapter 119

The air around us crackles with unsaid words and unfulfilled desire, a tangible force pulling us closer. My heart races where I’m still kneeling before Thane as the heat from his body radiates toward me like a blazing fire. I can feel the raw, primal energy humming between us, igniting every nerve ending in my body.

His cock stands proud, a testament to the lust and tension that has been building between us since we stepped into each other’s orbit. I can’t tear my eyes away from it. I’ve always been of the belief that no dick is pretty. But his? It’s beautiful. *Note to self: research prices of Clone-A-Willy Kits.*

I lean forward again, and with a slow flick of my tongue, I lick his frenulum as if I’m savoring an ice cream on a hot summer’s day. Thane’s breath hitches, tension rolling off him in waves. “Harley, if you keep that up…” His voice is thick, a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “You’ll be the death of me.”

I smirk, relishing in the power I have in this moment and the way his words ignite something fierce inside me. “Oh, I plan to do much more than that.” With that, I cup his balls and squeeze lightly, while peppering soft kisses all over his shaft, and because I refuse to break eye contact with him in this moment, I watch as his pupils dilate so much that the blue of his irises isn’t even visible anymore.

“Fuck,” he murmurs as his head falls back, his hands tangling in my hair, but not pulling. He’s holding back, and that only fuels my desire further. *I want to break this vampire king.*

“Goddess, you’re a temptress,” he groans, his voice gravelly and filled with a raw urgency that makes my insides clench. The moment my lips wrap around him again, I can feel him tense, every muscle in his body straining as he fights to keep hold of the control he’s so notorious for. I want to take my time, I want to savor this, but something primal urges me to push him to his limits.

I hollow my cheeks, sucking him as deep into my mouth as possible without my gag reflex kicking in, relishing the way he groans above me. The vibrations of his pleasure wrap around me as I pull back slightly, teasing the tip with my tongue before sinking back down again, feeling every possible inch of him fill my mouth. I can taste the essence of him, the musk of his desire mixed with an intoxicating, unusual tanginess that makes my head spin. Each movement of my mouth sends ripples of pleasure through both of us, and I can feel the tension in Thane’s body coiling tighter and tighter as the seconds tick by.

“Harley,” he grits out, his voice thick with need, “You’re going to make me lose my fucking mind.”

I glance up at him, the fire in his gaze fueling my confidence as it clashes with mine. I want to tease him and push him closer to the edge, so I speed up my ministrations, swirling my tongue around him in slow, deliberate motions. His hips twitch as if they have a mind of their own, and I can see the struggle etched on his features as he fights to hold back.

“Can you handle it?” I murmur around his tip as I slightly pull back, my voice vibrating against his heated skin. The way his breath catches tells me everything I need to know. He’s on the brink, and I’m determined to send him plummeting over.

“Handle it?” he echoes, a hint of disbelief lacing his words. “Harley, you have no idea what you’re—”

Before he can continue, I take him deeper than before, swallowing around him, the sensation making my throat tighten and my heart race. It’s a heady mix of power and desire, and I’m completely lost in the moment, lost in the way I can feel him trembling, and the way he struggles to remain composed.

“Fuuuuuck,” he breathes out, his grip tightening in my hair, but still gentle, not forcing me, not taking control. “You’re driving me wild. I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

I can feel his resolve wavering, the tension in his body crackling like a live wire. I want to hear him release that control, I want him to let go and allow himself to drown in this moment right along with me. I pull back again, letting my lips trail slowly off him, and suddenly the room feels charged with electricity.

“Then don’t,” I challenge, my breath hot against his flushed skin. “Let go, Thane. Show me how much you want this. How much you want me.”

His eyes darken, impossibly so, a storm brewing within them as he leans forward, finally taking control of the moment. He grabs my shoulders, pulling me up until I’m face-to-face with him. The intensity in his gaze sends a thrill straight through me, and I can see the raw desire etched into every contour of his handsome face.

“You’re right,” he growls, his voice low and fierce, as he searches my eyes. “I want this. I want you.” The declaration hangs heavy in the air between us, a promise laced with deadly ferocity. His breath is hot as it skates against my lips, making my heart quicken even more.

In one swift motion, he stands, lifting me effortlessly as he goes, and my legs wrap instinctively around his waist. I can feel his erect cock pressing against my sensitive core, the heat of his body igniting every nerve in my system as he stands in the middle of my kitchen, holding me to him. It’s a dizzying rush, feeling so utterly claimed and cherished all at once.

“I need you to understand something, Harley,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear, igniting a line of fire down my spine. “After this, there’s no going back.”

His words send a rush of heat coursing through me, and I can barely contain the moan that escapes my lips. “Do it,” I challenge, my voice barely above a whisper, but dripping with desire.

With a fierce resolve, he kisses me, his lips crashing against mine with an urgency that sends shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body. The taste of *him* mingles with the remnants of our dinner earlier, intoxicating me further. I feel him press into me even further, the unmistakable evidence of his desire brushing against where I need him most, and it takes everything in me not to grind against him.

He pulls back slightly, his forehead resting against mine as he catches his breath. “You’re going to regret this, Harley… In the best way possible.” There’s a predatory glint in his eyes, mixing with so much warmth that it makes my heart falter.

“Bring it on,” I dare him, biting my lip in anticipation. What I see in his expression sends a thrill of excitement racing through me. This is a game, and one I’m more than willing to play.

“Alright,” he murmurs, and in an instant, he’s spinning us around, and setting me down on the kitchen island we ate dinner on no more than 20 minutes ago, his body between my spread thighs a solid presence as it radiates heat. I gasp as he captures my mouth with his again, and it’s a deep, demanding kiss that leaves me breathless.

“Now,” he says, his voice husky and filled with that same dark promise, “let’s see how much my temptress can take.” Without further warning, he drops to his knees before me, his eyes locked onto mine, his filled with a mix of hunger and something deeper—something that feels like reverence. The moment is electrifying, and I can hardly breathe as I watch him, anticipation building like a coiled spring that’s ready to snap.