made a low sound in his throat, like a growl, and then his mouth fell on mine like a predator claiming its prey. As soon as his lips met mine, my body erupted into flame, and I moaned, grabbing fistfuls of his thick, dark hair.
I’d kissed my fair share of guys before, but his was different. His made all those other kisses, all those other boys, even The Tosser, seem like nothing. If I’d thought I’d known desire before, but Brogan had just blown it out the window. He kissed me as fiercely as if he was dying, and I was his only cure. He claimed my mouth ferociously, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that mimicked the rocking of his hips. It was as if he was fucking my mouth with his.
I knew then that I needed to stop. I needed to leave and never come back, never see him again. Because I was already in too deep. I was already addicted to him, but I didn’t care. At that moment, I just couldn’t stop.
In that moment, I doomed myself completely.
Chapter Eight
** Brogan **
I was drunk on the taste of Kester’s Lust, devouring it greedily, gulping it down so fast it burned. The Hunger inside me was gluttonous, insatiable, endless. It soaked up her Lust like a sponge, spreading strength and energy through my body. It heightened every sense until I could hear the gasping hitch in Kester’s breathing as I kissed her, until I could smell the sweat and desire on her skin, until the slightest touch of her fingers on the back of my neck sent shockwaves through me. Her mouth tasted like cider and cherry lip-gloss, her breasts soft against my chest, her hair silky in my fingers. She was delicious.
The more of her Lust I devoured, the more rabid my other, darker Hunger became. My teeth ached with the urge to sink them into the smooth, warm flesh of her neck and drink deep of her blood. The need was almost irresistible, stronger than I’d felt it in years. If I wasn’t careful, the situation could get very dangerous for Kester. I was already on the edge of my control, barely resisting ripping her clothes off right there and bending her over the sofa in front of everyone. My jeans were so tight it was painful. Luckily for her, I wasn’t into exhibitionism.
When I couldn’t hold onto my control any longer, I regretfully broke away from her mouth—and took her hand. She looked up at me with dark green eyes and swollen lips, so dangerously sexy I knew I had to take her every way I knew how. Her Lust, her taste, was addictive. I couldn’t get enough.
“Come on,” I said, my voice rough with wanting.
I tugged her through the crowd to the hallway leading off from the main room, catching Jet’s gaze as I did. He rolled his eyes at me, and I showed him my middle finger. He grinned and turned up the music. I shoved open the door to my room, and pulled Kez inside. There, it was quieter and cooler, clearing my head a little. I turned around, and Kez was eyeing my room—there wasn’t much to see; just a wardrobe, a double bed, and a chest of drawers. I didn’t leave personal shit lying around for anyone to see.
Then Kester’s eyes came back to me, and the heat in them brought the Hunger roaring back full force. I strode across the room and backed her against the wall, pinning her there. Her lips parted as she stared up at me in surprise, desire pouring off her so thickly, it was like honey rolling down my throat.
“Say yes,” I growled. I needed to hear her say it. I wanted to make her beg, but I didn’t think my own control would last that long. Hearing her say the word, giving me total permission, would have to suffice.
Her breathing hitched, her eyes darkened, and she sighed the most beautiful word in the world.
“Yes.”
** Kester **
“Yes.”
The second I said it, I saw the triumph and hunger in Brogan’s eyes, and I wondered what the hell I’d just gotten myself into. I didn’t have time to back out. Brogan’s mouth descended on mine again, his tongue thrusting in time
I’d kissed my fair share of guys before, but his was different. His made all those other kisses, all those other boys, even The Tosser, seem like nothing. If I’d thought I’d known desire before, but Brogan had just blown it out the window. He kissed me as fiercely as if he was dying, and I was his only cure. He claimed my mouth ferociously, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that mimicked the rocking of his hips. It was as if he was fucking my mouth with his.
I knew then that I needed to stop. I needed to leave and never come back, never see him again. Because I was already in too deep. I was already addicted to him, but I didn’t care. At that moment, I just couldn’t stop.
In that moment, I doomed myself completely.
Chapter Eight
** Brogan **
I was drunk on the taste of Kester’s Lust, devouring it greedily, gulping it down so fast it burned. The Hunger inside me was gluttonous, insatiable, endless. It soaked up her Lust like a sponge, spreading strength and energy through my body. It heightened every sense until I could hear the gasping hitch in Kester’s breathing as I kissed her, until I could smell the sweat and desire on her skin, until the slightest touch of her fingers on the back of my neck sent shockwaves through me. Her mouth tasted like cider and cherry lip-gloss, her breasts soft against my chest, her hair silky in my fingers. She was delicious.
The more of her Lust I devoured, the more rabid my other, darker Hunger became. My teeth ached with the urge to sink them into the smooth, warm flesh of her neck and drink deep of her blood. The need was almost irresistible, stronger than I’d felt it in years. If I wasn’t careful, the situation could get very dangerous for Kester. I was already on the edge of my control, barely resisting ripping her clothes off right there and bending her over the sofa in front of everyone. My jeans were so tight it was painful. Luckily for her, I wasn’t into exhibitionism.
When I couldn’t hold onto my control any longer, I regretfully broke away from her mouth—and took her hand. She looked up at me with dark green eyes and swollen lips, so dangerously sexy I knew I had to take her every way I knew how. Her Lust, her taste, was addictive. I couldn’t get enough.
“Come on,” I said, my voice rough with wanting.
I tugged her through the crowd to the hallway leading off from the main room, catching Jet’s gaze as I did. He rolled his eyes at me, and I showed him my middle finger. He grinned and turned up the music. I shoved open the door to my room, and pulled Kez inside. There, it was quieter and cooler, clearing my head a little. I turned around, and Kez was eyeing my room—there wasn’t much to see; just a wardrobe, a double bed, and a chest of drawers. I didn’t leave personal shit lying around for anyone to see.
Then Kester’s eyes came back to me, and the heat in them brought the Hunger roaring back full force. I strode across the room and backed her against the wall, pinning her there. Her lips parted as she stared up at me in surprise, desire pouring off her so thickly, it was like honey rolling down my throat.
“Say yes,” I growled. I needed to hear her say it. I wanted to make her beg, but I didn’t think my own control would last that long. Hearing her say the word, giving me total permission, would have to suffice.
Her breathing hitched, her eyes darkened, and she sighed the most beautiful word in the world.
“Yes.”
** Kester **
“Yes.”
The second I said it, I saw the triumph and hunger in Brogan’s eyes, and I wondered what the hell I’d just gotten myself into. I didn’t have time to back out. Brogan’s mouth descended on mine again, his tongue thrusting in time
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