Blaise’s POV
“Cole…” His name dances on my cracked lips in the early morning beurs. The sun hasn’t risen yet as I blink my eyes open. suppressing a groan. Fuck, my head hurts.
I lift my head, confused for a moment. Where the fuck am I? I rub my eyes. The moon’s silvery light filters through Mia’s pink lace curtains, casting an almost magical light over the room.
“Were you dreaming of me, brother?”
I stiffen.
What the fuck?
My head snaps in the direction of the corner near the door.
Cloaked in shadows and mystique, Cole smirks. His long legs stretch out in front of him as he leans back against the wall. Fuck, he’s a vision, shrouded by the dark as though it’s his ally and protector. Or maybe his greatest weapon.
Sitting up straighter, I devour the sight of him. My heart thuds hard in the ensuing silence while we observe each other. I don’t want to talk first. I wouldn’t even know what to say. Why is he here?
Drawing his leg up, he rests his forearm on his knee. Even in the darkness, I can make out his long fingers, the leather bands around his wrist, and the veins that paint a roadmap on the top of his hand. He’s effortlessly attractive in a devastating way. We’ll ruin each other. It’s not a matter of if but when. We circle like magnets.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” I glance around the room.
“Mia isn’t here.”
My attention skates back to Cole, who rises to his feet, the shadows thickening around him like the night.
“We’re alone.”
He emerges from the shadows, his large boots sinking into Mia’s white, fluffy rug. He’s even more breathtaking in the moonlight.
I struggle to focus when he runs a hand through his mussed hair before setting his eyes on me. Something pulses between us. Something elusive.
“I know what you did,” he says in a tone that caresses my senses like a whispered kiss against my collarbone. I shiver, watching his approach. This side of Cole is uncharted territory.
When he levels those intense eyes on me, I’m lost in an enchanted forest, called forward by a bewitching voice in the distance. My heart thuds harder, throbbing in my throat, and I wet my dry lips.
The floorboards creak beneath his weight as he comes to stand beside me. Anticipation thrums through my bloodstream, and I hold my breath while he slowly fingers the quilt, watching me the entire time. I drown in that drugging look. What will he do no
He rips the quilt away, making me jerk.
“Cole?”
“Shut up for once.” Walking around me, he comes to a halt at the foot of the bed, and my lungs burn. I need to inhale a breath–just
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one. I’m caught in him and the curve of his sensuous lips.
He climbs onto the bed, cloaked in the night’s mysterious pink and very hue filtering through the lace curtains.
“Cole?” I question as his hulking frame stalks me, the mattress shifting beneath his heavy weight. “What are you doing?”
“I changed my mind.”
“What do you mean?” I ask breathily, my cock straining inside my unbuckled jeans.
“I told you to get your hands off me, that I’m not Mia.”
What is he talking about? When he curls his fingers inside my waistband, confusion mixes with the primal arousal coursing through
- me.
“I’ll make you feel so much better than she ever can.” Yanking down my jeans, he grips my weeping dick before I can choke out a response. My hips buck and I grunt, caught in his wicked eyes. Fuck me… A ragged exhale claws its way up my throat.
He strokes my length and swipes his thumb through the precum seeping from the crown. I’m caught defenseless against him with nothing but my waning dignity to keep me together. I’m a lost cause. Alone on this battlefield.
Choppy breaths hover on my lips as he leans down to drag his flattened tongue from root to tip.
“Fuck…”
Cole’s eyes flick up, a hint of fang gleaming in the moonlight. He slides his hand down the length of my cock, over the angry veins, then palms my balls and chuckles low, squeezing with enough threat to make my breath hitch. “You folded so easily. Look at you…”
Another squeeze.
Shudders ripple down my spine, and I tip my head back. He’ll be the death of me before the night’s end if he keeps touching me like this. I’m fucking dying, my cock throbbing and leaking. It won’t take much at all to make me blow.
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