Chapter 6: Sweet tooth
1070 Words
POV: Sierra
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"Hey. Do I know you?"
It's the first time I've heard her voice in months and my spine ripples with pleasure.
I take a moment to inhale her scent, so close that it's all I can taste. Every time is different and so much the same.
Warmth spreads across my skin, the only time I truly feel human again. How I've missed her.
I turn around to face May, my eyes blowing wide at the sight of her. Every curve of her body is covered with a tight red dress, leaving nothing to the imagination. Jealousy claws at my heart and I resist growling at the thought of everyone here seeing what should be mine alone. If she's dressed like that, it should only be at my request.
Her eye shadow catches my attention next. It's blue, like a gentle ocean protecting the storm in her eyes. More than that, it matches my dress, as if coordinated. I fight back a groan at the thought and extend my hand.
"I think I'd remember a face like yours. I'm Sierra."
May tilts her head to one side as if trying to place me, before her eyes gloss over and the moment passes.
"I'm May. You must just have one of those faces, the kind that makes it seem like you're everywhere."
She laughs it off, and I give her a smile.
She doesn't know how true it is. She doesn't know it's me lurking in the background of her life, an unshakable shadow.
Our first meeting is always the same. There's always some remnant of me stuck in her mind.
In a way, I think, it's proof that we're meant to be together. Not even my magic can truly separate us.
"I've been around a bit so maybe we've met in passing. Are you here alone? I could use the company."
Her eyes flit towards her friend. At least, I assume they're friends. I see her around May often enough in the evenings.
"I think my only friend is a bit distracted at the moment, so yeah. I'm alone. How sad's that?"
She rolls her eyes in her friend's direction. I quickly scan the table of snacks, trying to find something she'd like.
I know she has a sweet tooth, but doesn't like caramel or chewy sweets. Grinning, I grab a couple of biscuits and throw them on a paper plate, holding it out for her.
"I don't think it's sad. Some people are quite happy in their own company. Besides, it means you have freedom. No tethers."
Her eyes light up at the biscuits.
"How did you know I'd like these? I have such a sweet tooth, it's ridiculous. And yeah, I guess it's good but everyone else here has someone with them."
"Well, you have me now."
She teases. "Of course, how could I be alone when a stranger is with me?"
"I wouldn't be a stranger if we got to know each other better."
I lean in close, slowly reaching out to take a bite of one of the biscuits. I don't particularly like human food anymore, but it's worth it for the way her eyes drag across my lips when I lick them.
She coughs and looks away. "Why are you here talking to me? I don't mean to be rude but you're...well, look at you. There's no way you haven't been taken already."
A rush of heat floods through me at the praise. Her eyes keep sliding down to where my dress rides up my thigh and I silently thank Blake for his outfit choice.
"Believe it or not, the men here don't really draw me in." I wink.
Recognition dawns on her and to my delight, she smirks.
Sometimes when I meet her, I want to talk. I want to know her mind, understand what makes her happy. We've had hours of conversation with never a single moment of tension.
Tonight is not one of those times.
Tonight, I've sought her out with liquid courage in her blood and the boldness of confidence driving her actions. I'm aching to touch her.
And apparently, she feels much the same.
"I can barely hear you over the crowds. What do you say we slip out the front?"
I slide my hand into hers. "Sounds perfect."
We push through the crowd into the cool air outside, biscuits abandoned on the table.
Before I can say anything more, she is crowding me against the short wall that rings the front garden. The dampness of it soaks through the back of my dress but I don't care.
"Can I-"
"Yes." I hiss out, tangling my fingers in her hair and crushing her mouth to mine.
Woops meet me ears the second our lips meet. I forgot we had an audience, even if most of them are drunk and ditzy.
May tastes like chocolate and too-sweet juice and lipstick. It's heavenly.
She pulls back for a second, her eyes wide and frantic. Her breathing is shallow and ragged.
"Can we move? The watchers are weird-ing me out."
My first instinct is to offer to kill them but I doubt she'd take kindly to that.
Instead, I grab the back of her thighs and whisper, "Jump."
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls herself up, gripping my waist with her legs.
The hear of her pressed against me almost makes me lose control. Her dress has ridden up where I'm holding her, revealing beautiful, unmarked skin.
Without wasting another moment, I carry her to the gap between this house and the next, slipping into the darkness cast by the looming buildings.
As soon as we're out of sight, she's pulling me back down to her, groaning into my mouth.
I match her enthusiasm, my fingers clawing into her legs.
I know I shouldn't leave marks but she's unlikely to see these ones.
Time passes aimlessly. I'm lost in the feel of her in my arms, her lips skating across my neck.
She grows bolder everytime I gasp, moving one hand from my neck to caress my hip. Sparks fly across my skin.
With a growl, I push harder into her. I'm at the edge of my self-control, closer than I've ever been. My fangs are barely concealed in my gums.
I pull her bottom lip between my teeth gently, nipping it. She shudders.
"Come back to mine."
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