6. Chapter Five
Chapter Five
Aiden
W ithout another word, the bed dips behind me and I’m engulfed in Calder’s warmth. I can smell strawberries, and it’s weird that a vampire could smell so good. Still, a little sigh escapes me as my eyes close.
“You won’t leave,” I mumble.
“No, little bat. I won’t leave.”
The second time waking up next to Calder I’m steadily flicking my tongue back and forth over his hard nipple. My whole body is laid out on top of him and my arms are wrapped tightly around him to make sure he can’t leave. I blink my eyes rapidly before they widen in shock, because what the fuck?!?
I shoot upright onto my knees in between his thighs in bed and stare down at him in shock and disbelief. He’s sitting up against his pillows with a book in his hand like nothing out of the ordinary was even happening just moments ago. I open and close my mouth a couple of times trying to get my brain to process something to say.
His blood-red eyes flick up to me and seeing the expression on my face he slowly lowers his book giving me his full attention.
“Why didn’t you stop me,” I blurt out completely mortified. He gives a nonchalant shrug before mumbling, “It felt good, and it seemed to be soothing you, so win-win?”
I gape at him for several long moments like he’s lost his mind.
“You’re not supposed to just go along with something like that,” I huff out before covering my face in embarrassment.
“But it felt really good,” he mumbles. I peek over my fingers as he glances downward.
My eyes follow the direction of his gaze as well, to his cock straining against the fabric of his pajamas, and then back up to his eyes. I shift awkwardly not knowing what to do. Calder seems to realize it too and quickly adjusts himself in his pants before opening his arms for me. A part of me wants to be a brat and deny him, but the invitation is too tempting.
I was rather content while lying against his chest. Well, that was until I realized what the hell I was doing in my sleep. A little cringe of embarrassment runs through me. With a small huff, I ignore my awkwardness and crawl into his arms to snuggle against his chest once more. I mean, it could be worse. I could have drooled all over him.
His arm wraps around my shoulders while his other hand cups the back of my head. He lets out a little content sigh before clearing his throat.
“I wasn’t able to tell you that Marcus is going to be coming by tonight. Probably in the next couple of hours. Maybe sooner,” he murmurs quietly, almost hesitantly. The rumble through his chest has me closing my eyes in contentment. Until my brain catches up to what he’s saying.
My brow scrunches up at the thought of this Marcus person coming by. Something ugly (that I definitely don’t want to name) is curling low in my stomach. Maybe I need to vomit again. That’s probably what this weird feeling is, nothing else.
His hand runs up and down my spine, and I decide I’m not going to overthink what this all might mean. I’m not even going to allow myself to think of what Calder is quickly meaning to me. Right now, at this moment, I am perfectly content with my face pressed against the warmth of his bare chest. I’m going to bask in this warm little bubble for a little bit longer. At least until the bubble pops.
A little while later there’s knocking at the front door and Calder eases himself from underneath me. I make a grumpy sound and he just responds with a deep chuckle. He goes to head out of his room.
“Are you going to put a shirt on,” I blurt out. Oh my god, what the fuck is wrong with me?!? He turns back towards me with a look that I can’t quite decipher.
His eyes search mine and then with a slow smirk kicking up the corner of his kissable mouth, he turns towards his closet without a word. He pulls the first shirt he grabs over his head, and I can’t help but watch his muscles flex deliciously with the motion. He looks back at me with a knowing look and asks, “better?”
All I can do is mumble something under my breath that sounds like an agreement.
“What would be better is if you get back into bed and ignore the front door,” I grumble under my breath.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”“Mmhmm…” his eyes narrowed on me.
I avert my eyes so he can’t see my embarrassment.
“Are you going to come meet Marcus?” I want to refuse. I really fucking do. Dealing with someone right now sounds so utterly draining after the day that I’ve had. Then again if I hide away in his room then I’ll just be left with my thoughts.
I’ll be stuck in here all by myself overthinking about what was happening out there. Wondering what they would be doing while I sulked in here alone. That sounds like the worst of the two choices. So, reluctantly I decide to go meet this, Marcus .
I much rather hide underneath the covers and pretend I didn’t just full-on embarrass myself in front of a vampire that’s had more life experience than anyone else I know. It’s definitely also the worst time to figure out I have some weird nipple fetish. I swallow hard and give a reluctant nod of my head. Even though I don’t want to meet anyone new right now I can’t help but be curious about who this Marcus person is.
With that thought alone I find myself sliding out from the comfort of the blankets like I’m about to walk the death march. Obviously, I don’t do a well enough job of covering up my disdain.
“Don’t worry little bat. Marcus is a good friend and a good guy,” Calder says as he wraps his arm around me steering me out of the bedroom. That’s what I’m afraid of.
When Calder opens his front door it’s to reveal a tall handsome man on the other side, I purse my lips and narrow my eyes. Why is he so… pretty? I feel so awkward that I can’t help but fidget where I’m standing slightly behind Calder.
He’s got his black hair slicked back in a stylish way that makes me want to comb my fingers through my messy hair. His silk black shirt has a couple of buttons unbuttoned at the top just enough to show the hollow of his throat and make his pale skin paler. His tight black slacks hug his thick thighs. I cross my arms over my chest suddenly feeling subconscious.
I’m not sure if it's to keep myself together or to keep myself from lashing out. At this point, I wouldn’t be too surprised by either reaction. I feel like a little gremlin compared to him.
I don’t know what it is at first that has my stomach in knots, but slowly I realize I’m… jealous. I watch him saunter into Calder’s house like he owns the place. He pushes a loose wavey strand of black hair out of his face. When his electric purple eyes land on me a little gasp of surprise escapes my mouth.
His purple eyes flash and I shift from one foot to the other with anxiety. I’ve never known someone to have purple eyes. Then again, I never saw someone with blood-red eyes, but here we are. I slowly turn towards Calder with my thoughts. At this point, I guess anything is possible.
“Oh, so this must be the reason why you didn’t come back to the party Calder,” Marcus asks eying me up and down, “He’s quite beautiful. You know, in that dark and gloomy kind of way I suppose.” My hackles raise and my eyes narrow on him, but he just smiles right back like he didn’t just give me a backhanded compliment. Asshat. I hate him on principle at this point, and I’m sure I can find a shallow grave to bury him in if need be.
As if Calder can read my thoughts, he clears his throat trying to break the tension in the room, but I refuse to break eye contact with this guy. I will assert my dominance even if it might just get me killed… for real this time. My teeth start to ache within my mouth and then a sharp pain slices into my bottom lip.
I gasp in surprise as I feel warm liquid run down my chin. Marcus’s eyes widen at me, and I’m not sure how to take that. My hand shoots up to my mouth and when I pull my fingers away, they’re covered in blood.
“Calder, you turned him,” Marcus accused as his eyes darted to Calder in question, “what the fuck man? Did you seriously turn your…” His hand gestures wildly at me, “fuck toy?”
“Whoa, hold the fuck on, Marcus,” Calder grits out, “don’t talk about Aiden like that. He did nothing wrong, and it’s not what you fucking think.”
It’s not what you think.
It’s not what you think.
It’s not what you think.
Calder’s words play on repeat inside my brain like a sick little soundtrack. I feel like I’m swallowing glass as I avert my eyes from them.
“Then tell me, what is it that I should be thinking this is,” Marcus all but growls back, “This isn’t like you, Calder.”
“Enough,” he grits out, “I had to do it,” he mumbles as he shifts awkwardly beside me.
I let out a harsh breath as I tugged on the hem of my shirt trying to force myself to stay calm. Suddenly Calder wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me into his side. Almost like he wants to protect me or maybe hide me. I blink my eyes rapidly trying to get the stinging to go away as I bite down on the inside of my cheek.
“What the fuck,” Marcus huffs out glaring between Calder and me. I purse my lips and scrunch my nose at him. Why does he have any type of say in what Calder does?
“That’s why I needed the second ring,” Calder says with a sigh, “come on, let’s go into the living room instead of discussing this in the entrance, hmm?”
“Yeah, fine,” Marcus grumbles before turning to where I’m assuming the living room is.
Before I can fantasize too long on ripping Marcus’s throat out with my new fangs Calder is standing in front of me with his hand grasping my jaw. He forces my gaze to his and I let out a sound of protest. He tilts my face up toward his as he turns my jaw to get a better look at my fangs. He gently lifts my lip to inspect the damage better.
“It doesn’t look too bad, and your fangs are so cute Aiden,” he murmurs as he runs his thumb along the cut in my bottom lip. I let out a hiss from the sting. Then his finger trails along one of my fangs poking out of my mouth. A shiver runs down my spine as my breath hitches in my chest.
I watch his pupils dilate as he brings his thumb to his mouth to lick my blood off. Maybe these feelings aren’t just one-sided. That thought gives me the courage to lean forward pressing my lips hesitantly to Calder’s. He stiffens, and I don’t know if I somehow read the signs wrong.
I feel awkward so I go to pull away, but at the last moment, he grips the back of my neck holding me in place. A little noise escapes me as he deepens the kiss with a groan rumbling his entire chest. I moan into his lips as my tongue darts out to lick against his bottom lip causing him to open to me. I can’t help the smile curling the corners of my mouth as I slide my tongue along his.
My hands fist into his shirt as I try to get even closer to him. I press myself up against his chest with a needy sound. His hand grabs my ass pulling me flush against him. I can feel his hard length pressing against my lower stomach. I feel like I’m burning up with this want. My hips grind against his thigh seeking more.
When he finally pulls back reluctantly his eyes are glossed over with lust and he gives me a little crooked smile, “Come on, little bat, can’t keep our company waiting, now can we?” I mean, I could, but I guess I’m rude like that. I much rather stay here at the entrance of Calder’s house kissing him for the rest of the night.
He darts forward pressing another light chaste kiss to my lips like he might have the same idea as me.
“Gods, I’ve wanted to kiss you since I saw you in that fucking grave,” he rasps against my lips, “you’ve been driving me insane.” Before I can say anything to that he’s tugging me into the living room with him.