His tongue darted out, licking Jesse’s lower lip. When Jesse opened for the kiss, Gideon retreated again, leaving him hard and aching. Instead, he raked his fangs along Jesse’s shoulder, down over his collarbone, honing directly for his unmarked n****e.
“Sometimes, safe’s overrated,” Gideon mumbled, the split second before he sank his teeth into the hot flesh.
Jesse’s spine went rigid, and he automatically grasped Gideon’s upper arms, reaching for anything to keep him steady. The bite wasn’t as clean as it could have been, and Jesse suspected Gideon did that on purpose. He tore at the flesh, to make it hurt a little more. To make sure he had Jesse’s complete attention as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the heated blood.
His head swam. Gideon sucked hard at his veins, making him
