Free BLAKE: Captive to the Dark by Alaska Angelini Page B

pretend this never happened and go to sleep, because if you keep this up, California will be nothing but a thing of your past. Let that sink in.”
    My hand let go and she laid her head down. If my cock could get any harder, I’d be surprised. Shit. Now what was I going to do? She wanted me. Or at least she had until I probably scared the shit out of her. One day at a time. I had no doubt come morning she’d be asking me to leave. Well, I’d made things crystal clear. She’d know where I stood and that was bound to set her straight.
    Darkness took over as I shut my eyes. Minutes went by and Kaitlyn’s tossing and turning had me opening them. “You can’t sleep?”
    “No.” She sighed and rolled back toward me.
    “Talk to me. Why not?”
    “No reason. I’ll try to be still. I’m sorry. I know you’re tired.”
    Silence had me dozing. Although I knew I was technically asleep, I couldn’t fully go under. Not while my body was still reeling at Kaitlyn’s teas ing. I was in a constant state of beast mode and it was leaving my head a fucking mess.
    Hours dragged on and dreams came and went, most of them I didn’t really focus on. Then , I saw her. A predator, just like me. That look as she circled around me in the distance left me entranced. The side of my mouth lifted and I lowered my head slightly as I closed the gap that rested between us. Fuck, yes.
    Dark hair hung in loose curls over her bare shoulders. The black dress she wore hugged to her body, begging for me to rip it off. It was the perfect material to shred between my fists. I’d get there. What I wanted most was her taste.
    My hand clutched to Kaitlyn’s hair as I crushed my mouth into hers. Blood washed over my tongue and I licked across the cut on her lip. She moaned beautifully, shoving her breasts into me. The flavor was so sweet with just the right amount of tang. God. She was mine. All mine. I’d tasted her now, captured her essence and taken it into my body. That gave me the right to claim her.
    The soft skin of her thigh was suddenly under my fingertips. A growl left my mouth as I traced them to her pussy. The swollen folds that greeted me had my lips back on hers. She wanted me. Badly. I couldn’t believe how wet she was. My finger slid inside. The tightness that clutched to me was so warm. So…
    Something told me I wasn’t actually dreaming. Sleep started to lift and I was suddenly aware that I was kissing Kaitlyn, for real. This wasn’t a dream at all. My finger may not have been in side of her, but my hand was sure as fuck between her legs. Jesus. I pulled back, still tasting blood on my lips.
    “I’m sorry ,” she whispered. “I only meant to kiss you once. I didn’t know…”
    The dream replayed in my head. How much had I had done? “I hurt you.” It wasn’t a question. I reared back and slid off the bed, turning on the light. The blood that trickled over her lip had my jaw tightening. “This was a mistake. I don’t know what I was thinking climbing into bed with you.”
    “Wait. This is my fault.” She sat up. “You were sleeping. Why are you apologizing?”
    The question had my mouth dropping open. “Kaitlyn, look at you. I made your lip bleed.”
    “It was an accident,” she said, defensively.
    If only she were right. “No.” I shook my head. “That’s where you’re wrong. I told you my terms. You don’t know what you’re messing with. I like what I see right now. How about that? To taste your blood, it wasn’t only in my dream, it is a fucking dream. I would love to make you suffer. You’d hurt so good, baby. Biting, choking, cutting…you can’t take it. Not after what you’ve been though.” I shot her a look when she opened her mouth. She immediately shut it. “The thing is, Kaitlyn, even if you thought you could, I wouldn’t do that to you. I won’t.” How could I have teased myself with the thought of keeping her? Regret sunk into my bones making them feeling heavy, pulling me to the ground