Page 175 of Mila: The Godfather
He nods, dropping his shoulders as he walks over to me.
“Remember what the end goal is, Haven. When it’s all said and done, you’ll have what you want. These are just necessary obstacles to overcome. Besides…” I press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m not afraid of your father or anyone else.”
“That’s because you’re a total badass. It’s me that’s going to crumble. He has that effect on me.”
“Not while I’m around.” I lift his chin. “No one will harm you, physically or otherwise, while I’m around. If you want a doting, protective future husband, that’s what you’re getting. If not, well, sorry to disappoint.”
A smile finally breaks through his sadness. “Gah, you really are the coolest. I don’t even care if you’re a serial killer or a mob hitman. You’re nice to me, so that’s all that matters.”
I search his eyes, wondering how he would react if he actually knew what I was. He seems to handle the unusual parts of me with ease, but learning that I’m an immortal creature may be a bridge too far.
Delicately touching my cheek, he asks, “Can I ask you something weird?”
“Yes.”
“Two things really. You’ve bitten me during sex, but I don’t have any marks from it. Also, it felt pretty deep at the time, and I was wondering if you actually drew blood, and if you did, is that, like, your kink? You like drinking human blood?”
I don’t say a word, simply because I don’t know how to respond. He’s more aware than I thought. I figured the haze of desire made the details less noticeable, but I was wrong.
“I don’t care, you know,” Haven continues. “If it’s your kink, I mean. I like the biting. It’s hot. You could do more.” He drags his hand down my chest. “I like the rough stuff.”
I nod, clearing my throat as my gums throb. The invitation to bite stirs my beast to the surface. My cock swells quickly and my fingers tingle.
“Be careful with me, Haven. I can be far rougher than you’d think.”
He only grins in reply, rubbing his ass on my growing erection as he sits on my lap. I moan and his eyes heat as he bites his bottom lip.
“I’m not scared of you, Rapha.” He drags his tongue along my cheek. “I’d love to see what happens if you let loose entirely.”
“No, I don’t think you would.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me. Not for real.”
“I could lose control.” I close my eyes to block him out, but it doesn’t work at all. His scent is all around me. “By the gods, Haven. You are dangerous.”
He draws my eyes open when he flicks his tongue across my lips. “Me? A big strong man like you can handle me. I want you to handle me.”
“Haven…” I moan.
“You know what I love? Every time I move I can feel where you were. Inside of me, all over my skin, everywhere I touch. Do you know how fucking hot that is?”
I nod, holding his gaze. Unable to speak without revealing my fangs, I grab the back of his neck and pull him forward for a kiss. Haven shifts so he’s straddling me completely and rubs himself on my cock.
“Dangerous,” I whisper against his lips.
“I’m just a sweet, docile little sex kitten.”
I snort a laugh before devouring his mouth in an explosive kiss. Haven moans, clawing at my shoulders as he gives as good as he gets. Our cocks brush together and even through clothes, it’s amazing.
Eros and Justice’s words flow back through my mind. I could very well be kissing my mate, and while so much of me wants to blurt it out and tell him everything, throw myself at his feet and ask for his love, I refrain. If he really is my mate, all will be revealed in time.
I flip him onto his back and lay him on the sofa, kissing my way down his body. As I tug his pants down, he watches me, looking more like a hungry tiger than a sweet kitten. I inhale deeply, his musky, sweet natural scent tickling my nose and delighting the beast within me.
No longer able to hold myself back, I devour his cock, swallowing him completely. Haven gasps, pumping his hips in response. With my hand on his belly, I hold him down easily, keeping him in place. He’s a squirmy one.
Little droplets of his precum dot my tongue, teasing my vampire to show himself. I close my eyes so I can focus and keep my teeth from hurting him.
“Oh god, Rapha,” Haven moans, tangling his fingers in my hair. “So good. So, so, good.”