Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 105815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105815 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
A groan crawled up Leo’s throat and his hand slid along the front of his damp shirt. It was itchy and gross and he very much wanted to be naked with this cat. To bite all the fun places and make Leo writhe beneath him. Make him beg for everything Junjie could do to him.
“Junjie?” Chen called out. “Are you still drinking from him?”
Junjie grunted and a tiny noise left Leo as Junjie slipped a hand between them to caress his soft belly. The cat did say he gave the best belly rubs.
“You really gotta ask?” Mei Lian mocked.
“Junjie! You said you only needed a small amount. Release him.”
“No. Tastes good.” Junjie’s voice was muffled as he kept his lips on Leo’s throat.
“You’re going to hurt him if you don’t,” Meimei warned, which helped to penetrate the intense fog of pleasure clouding his thoughts.
“I’m good with him taking everything,” Leo slurred.
Mentally sighing, Junjie ran his tongue over the puncture marks several times until they sealed. He continued to lap at Leo’s neck just because he liked the taste of him.
Junjie dropped his head on the headrest and licked his lips, his eyes falling shut as he savored the very last taste of Leo. He was more than two thousand years old, and he’d spent most of his long existence as a vampire. He’d feasted on countless blood donors, but he couldn’t remember a time when anyone’s blood had tasted as amazing as Leo’s. Everything in him demanded that he keep drinking, but he would never do anything to harm the man still sitting in his lap.
“You okay?” Leo inquired.
His eyes opened so slowly and a grin spread across his lips. “I’m very okay now.”
“Holy shit!” Leo threw back his head as laughter exploded from him. “You look like you’re drunk.”
“What? I am so very not drunk,” he declared, which made Leo laugh harder.
“I don’t even know what you said. Half of that was in Chinese.”
Junjie tried to frown at him, but it felt like his lips weren’t obeying him. Now that he thought about it, everything was feeling very relaxed. Even a bit swimmy. But he couldn’t be drunk. It wasn’t possible for a vampire to get drunk on someone’s blood.
“Leo, move! Let me see him,” Mei Lian commanded.
Yet, the second Leo attempted to shift out of his lap, Junjie’s arms clamped around him, locking him in place. “No! Mine!” Junjie grunted. Pulling Leo in closer, he rested his head against the shifter’s shoulder. “Hey, Er-ge?”
“Yes? Are you feeling sick?”
“Do you remember that time we found those six jars of plum wine buried in the western field and we stayed up all night drinking them? This feels like that.”
“Ah,” Chen said, and Junjie closed his eyes, content to listen to the steady pounding of Leo’s heart.
“What’s ‘ah’? Is he drunk? Did Leo’s blood make him sick?” Mei Lian demanded.
“No, he’s not drunk. He’s completely wasted.”
Chen’s words sounded right, but Junjie couldn’t make himself care. Everything was feeling very nice right now, and he couldn’t remember the last time things had felt quite this wonderful. Maybe it was that night on the hill under the silvery moonlight. Chen and Xiao Dan had been there as they’d opened jar after jar of plum wine and emptied them down their throats. They hadn’t been vampires yet, Shifu had still been alive, and the world had been stretched out in front of them full of possibilities.
A warm hand cupped his cheek, and he opened his eyes to see Leo staring at him. His lips were smiling, but there was worry in his gaze.
“Did I hurt you?” Junjie asked.
“Not a bit. Are you sure you’re okay? I’d heard rumors that shifter blood packs an extra punch for vampires, but I guess I didn’t believe it until now.”
“A very good punch,” Junjie agreed with a nod. “I want to bite you again.”
“I think it might be a good idea if we wait a little while before you get any more nibbles.”
Junjie’s grin grew even wider, and he ran the tip of his tongue over one of his fangs. “Want to bite you again.”
“Do you only bite? Or do you know how to kiss, too?” Leo purred.
“Hey! No seducing him while he’s drunk!” Chen shouted from the driver’s seat.
“I like biting and kissing,” Junjie said, ignoring Chen completely as he tipped his lips up toward Leo’s.
His eyes fell shut at the first brush of tender flesh against his lips. The soft heat mixed with the gentlest pressure to sweep him away. It wasn’t the kind of kiss he’d expected from the flirty cat, and yet it was utterly perfect in every way. He wanted it to go on. For their lips to part and their tongues to explore their mouths. He wanted to taste Leo’s moans and feel their bodies press together as the kiss grew deeper.