Page 14 of Lethal Attraction

It’s like the tether between us snaps—whipping its frayed ends as heat and need collide. Every pass of my tongue over hers makes us deepen this until my body begins to move without thought. I back her up against the opposite wall and revel in her gasp as my knee wedges between her thighs.

What am I doing?

Why can’t I stop myself?

She undulates her hips wantonly, her fingers clawing at my coat as she pushes it off my shoulders. My hand leaves her hair before I grab her ass and lift her. Her legs wrap around my waist as she cups my face. I’m grinding against her, the telltale sign that I’m about to cum spreading heat down my limbs until my thighs begin to shake, but I can’t stop.

I don’t want to stop.

I’m eating her alive as she gasps and moans little sounds into my mouth. It’s the most alive I’ve felt in ages. I want to fucking bottle this taste and keep it forever, sipping on her essence until I’m slap drunk and wasted on her.

I pull back as my climax jolts me with its intensity. I groan, the sound long and unrestrained, as I rest my forehead against hers. Heat paints down my scrubs, and my post-nut is spent mentally kicking myself.

What the fuck have I done?

She’s a patient!

I draw back, a ragged apology on the tip of my tongue until I see her heated expression. Her eyes are glossy and faraway as she stares at the soaked space between us. She runs her tongue across her bottom lip before her ocean-blue gaze flickers up to me. “You made such a mess…”

She uses a hand to push me back a step before sliding down and sinking to her knees in front of me. I rub a hand over my mouth, my eyes wide as she moves my ruined scrubs and boxer-briefs down.

“Thalia!” I protest as my glistening cock springs free.

Her reaction is adorable—eyes widening and mouth gaping at my length. “Holy shit, Reed…”

“Stand up—” My words cut off with a hiss as she wraps her fingers around the base of me and gives me a tight stroke.

“Relax,” she coos with her lips against the head of my cock, looking up through her lashes. “Just a taste.”

My sac tightens at the first swipe of her tongue, and I throw my head back against my shoulders as she cleans my length, her mouth sucking me deep until I hit the back of her throat, and she gags. When she tries to draw back, I snatch her hair and force her head down while grabbing her other hand and placing it on top of my thighs. “If you’re going to suck my cock, then do it until I see tears.”

She shoots me a challenging glance as her fingernails bite into my skin. The pain of her claws has my member pulsing in her mouth, and she raises her brows in surprise at my reaction.

Fuck it. Fuck it all. If she’s going to see this side of me, the side that enjoys pain and pleasure mixing, then I might as well go all in. “Scratch me,” I command.

She bobs her head faster as her nails slide down my thigh until there are multiple red marks. But it isn’t enough.

“Make me fucking bleed, Little Devil.” I grit harshly through clenched teeth.

I expect her to back off—to rise up from the floor and declare that I’m a fucking psychopath. But I’m even more shocked when she doubles down and pulls a pocket knife out of her hospital gown. She flicks it open with expert ease, and there’s only enough time for my heart to thunder before she slides the blade across the flesh of my thigh, and stars dance in my vision.

“Fuck!” I curse as my second release floods her mouth. I’m lightheaded and have to blink the spots out of my eyes as warm blood trickles down my leg.

Thalia rises with a triumphant look, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she holds the blood-stained knife in the other. “You’re a freak, Dr. Dreamy. I like you.”

I stare down at the state of myself, my essence, blood and cum, oozing everywhere with a frown.

What the fuck was that?

Why does she have a goddamn knife in my hospital?

She waves a hand in front of my face. “Are you okay?”

I swallow, turning to one of the cubbies as I open it and pull a fresh set of pants from it. I grab a surgical bandage and some alcohol pads to sterilize my wound as I begin to doctor my thigh. “That…that can’t happen again, Thalia.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, cocking a hip. “And why not?”

My head whips up to her. “Because you’re a patient, remember?”