Page 81 of Fangs with Benefits

‘Molly June, then,’ I say. ‘I’m not going to bite you in a supply closet.’

She laughs, a lilting, airy sound, and I join her, my fingers still buried in her cunt, her chest still bare between us.

‘Then will you fuck me in one?’ she asks.

‘You are so bad,’ I whisper, but I won’t deny her this thing we both crave. I pull my fingers from her and press them into my mouth, licking the taste of her while I lift her onto the counter. If her juices are this wonderful, I don’t think I’d survive her blood–it would be the thing to finally kill me.

‘Share,’ she whispers, filthy thing, and eagerly kisses me back as I free my cock from my trousers. I’m careful not to nick her with my fangs, but slotting the head of my cock against her hot entrance makes me feel out of control. I notch my chin over her shoulder to mitigate risk and sink into the nicest, warmest place I’ve ever known.

I press in and out of her, thrusting with no finesse, just attempting to maintain some hold of myself while she bites back moans. I reach between us and press circles to her clit until she gasps and comes undone around my cock that’s already spilling into her.

My mind circles infinitely around Molly, Molly, my Molly. She’s magnificent and strange and my fangs pulse along with my entire being demanding that she be mine.

For what feels like the thousandth time, I wish she could be.

Teams messages between Devi and Kenneth on 4 December 2026

Kenneth: At this point they should just say they’re going to make out somewhere

Devi: Who?

Kenneth: Come on.

Devi: I don’t know what you are talking about

Kenneth: Liar. Eli and Molly

Devi: As a loyal friend to Molly I will not be gossiping about her.

Devi: (But I know, they couldn’t be more obvious.)

Kenneth: okay so gossiping is fine so long as it’s in a parenthesis?

Devi: I don’t know what you’re talking about

Devi: (yes)

Kenneth: (It’s Molly constantly smiling for me! Unnatural.)

Devi: (And Elijah’s long, lingering stares at Molly’s desk when he walks by seventeen times a day?)

Kenneth: (Try thirty times. Minimum)

Devi: (They may or may not have kissed at my Halloween party)

Kenneth: AND YOU’RE JUST TELLING ME THIS NOW?

Devi: (Lower your voice omfg)

Kenneth: Sorry

Kenneth: I mean (sorry)

Devi: (Have you noticed he’s been taking his lunch at the same time as her and not just sitting in his office??)

Kenneth: (Yes! What has she told you?)

Devi: (Nothing. I’m going to get it out of her, though.)