Blood Type (Blood Type 1)

“You smell incredible,” he groaned, running his nose the rest of the way up her leg to the edge of her panties.

She tightened as desire raged through her.

“Would you like me to taste you?”

“Yes,” she said without hesitation. Fuck, did she ever want him to taste her!

“You know there’s the most incredible artery in your inner thigh.” He spread her legs wider and ran his teeth lightly along the spot. Her legs shook with anticipation. “I can almost smell the blood pumping through your body this close to the skin.”

He nipped at her lightly, and she nearly lost it there. She almost prayed he would break the skin so he would get over his aversion to drinking from her. She was ready. She was well past ready.

“Becks,” she moaned.

His hand tangled in the soft fabric of her thong. She heard the material snap apart and then he ran a finger down her folds. “My two favorite things all in one place.”

He spread her lips wide and then pushed two fingers deep inside of her. She arched her back off of the lounger at the feel of him penetrating her. Then his tongue swirled around her clit, and she thought she might actually combust. He languidly pumped his fingers in and out, building her pleasure while his tongue flicked against her.

Reyna dug her fingers into the material of the lounger. She couldn’t even think properly. All that she felt was the work Beckham was doing to her body. It was hard to believe this was happening, let alone on the rooftop under the starlight.

In a matter of minutes, her walls were clenching almost painfully around his fingers, and she knew instinctively that she was going to orgasm.

Her breathing was ragged as she tried to speak. “Becks…I’m so close.”

He thrust into her faster at her comment. “Good,” he growled. “Come for me.”

Her body shuddered at his command, and obeyed as his fingers hit just the right spot. She came undone at the skill of his hands and lay back panting, shaking, practically intoxicated from her climax.

“Come here,” she pleaded breathily, reaching out for him.

He didn’t move and she hastily sat up and started undoing his belt. Her hands deftly unbuttoned his pants and slid down the zipper. She reached her hand over the band of his boxer briefs and trailed her fingers lightly along the sensitive skin. She could feel how hard he was for her through the material. It made her want him even more, knowing how much he clearly desired her. She moved her hand down farther and brushed against the head. He jerked against her and then grabbed her wrist forcefully.

“Stop.”

“What?” She looked up at him, confused.

“Reyna, just stop.”

“Stop?” she asked as if she didn’t understand the word.

“Yes. Stop. That’s enough.” He took a step away from her and fixed his pants.

“What the fuck?” she asked. “Why are you stopping?”

“None of this should have ever happened.”

Reyna quickly straightened her dress and stood. “Don’t lie. You want this. I know you do.”

“No. I can’t believe I almost went further.”

“Went further? You mean you almost let me blow you or that you wanted to have sex with me? Because you clearly want both.”

“Reyna,” he snapped. “Enough. You somehow unravel my restraint, but this cannot happen again.”

“Why? Why won’t you let it? It keeps happening over and over again,” she cried desperately. “You’ve already set off a chain reaction that can’t be stopped.”

Beckham shook his head and then met her eyes. “This isn’t fair to Penny.”

Reyna cringed at her name. It felt like he had slapped her with the word. “Oh yes, the mysterious girlfriend who only comes up at these inopportune times. Bastard.”

He didn’t even respond to her comment. She took a deep breath and untangled the knots in her hair.

“Whatever,” she grumbled, walking back to her bag and hoisting it over her shoulder. She knew Beckham was following her and that only pissed her off more. She whirled on him. “No, you know what? This isn’t over. You can’t bring her into this like that. Either you’re dating her or you want me. Whichever it is, you have to choose, because I can’t do this push and pull. You’re hot. You’re cold. You want me. You don’t. I don’t want to hear about the warring monster. I want to hear from the human silencing the voices. Because right now I feel like you’re actually torturing me and driving me insane just like one of your victims.”

“I did say I would break you,” he whispered.

She shook her head in disbelief. “I think you’re too damn afraid of what the old you could have done to take any real risks. It’s sad, because the new Beckham is better than this.”

“There is no new and old. There’s just me. And if you think this is torture, you have no idea.”