Chapter Six
Chapter
Six
AZIZ
I can’t help but keep my hands at the small of Jett’s back while we walk into the restaurant. It’d been my lucky night that I saw her just outside Dyrk when I went to leave. I had planned to go in search of her. I spent the day looking into her, finding out any and all information I could.
It might be an ass move to make, but what can I say when it comes to my job, I’m always thorough. I have to know who I’m around. I couldn’t just trust my sister’s visions.
I found out she had several degrees and volunteered four days a week at the local library. She also spent a lot of time with her friend, Arely, who ran a psychic shop a few blocks away from the nightclub by the park.
A hostess shows us to a table near the back. The booth is curved, situated by a window, and I make sure to slide in close to Jett. The feel of her is something I don’t want to lose by sitting farther away from her than I have to.
“Could I start you off with something to drink?” a waitress asks, no sooner than we take our seats.
“How about a bottle of your Hook’s wine?” I suggest, looking over to Jett to see if that was good with her. Hook’s wine was the establishment’s signature wine, created and made right here in Redwich. The Spiked Raiders definitely knew how to craft a fine wine.
“That’s fine with me,” Jett murmurs, nodding.
“I’ll bring that right out,” the waitress says, slightly bowing her head before she leaves the table.
Looking at Jett, I stretch an arm along the back of the booth. “Won’t lie, I looked into you.”
“You did?” She blinks, shifting slightly to be able to face me a bit more.
“Yeah.”
“Why?” The way her brows furrow is cute as hell.
“Because I wanted to know more about you. I found you intriguing and wanted to be able to find you.”
“So, you just looked into me. Not just looked up my address?”
“I didn’t go deep into your past or anything. I found out you have four degrees, impressive by the way. You also volunteer at the library. And your best friend is a psychic, which is cool.”
“And you know who I am,” she notes.
“I knew that yesterday when I looked at you,” I tell her, clearing my throat.
I open my mouth to continue, but the waitress comes back with the wine. I wait for her to finish and ask if we want any appetizers or if we are ready to order. Jett knew what she wanted, so we went ahead and placed the order. I made sure to order a steak, rare.
Once the waitress was gone again, I finished what I was saying while watching Jett take a sip of the wine.
“You have an aura around you that shows you’re special. It’s bright like the sun.”
“Can all supernatural beings see it?” she asks, eyes slightly widening.
“Only if they have a gift for seeing auras.” I take a sip of my own wine and explain. “Some vampires, older ones like myself, develop gifts. Some have the gift before they’re turned. I was one of those who held the gift. As my sister also held her gift as a seer.”
“How old are you?”
Grinning at her, I cock a brow. “You sure you want to know?”
Jett nods and sips more of her wine.
“I’ve been around this Earth for over two thousand years. I was born in 205 BC along with Sibley. She’s my twin sister. We were born in Delphi in a little village close to Mount Parnassus.”
I should’ve waited until she set her drink down. The way her eyes nearly bug out and she spews wine across the table is somewhat comical.
“You . . . you’re . . . you,” she sputters and shakes her head. “You’re over two thousand years old?”
“Yes.” I nod. “I don’t actually pay attention to years as they pass. I hadn’t thought in many years. I stopped counting after the first five hundred.”
“Whoa,” Jett whispers and clears her throat. “I’m sorry for spitting wine at you.”
“You didn’t hit me with it.” I grin. “Just the table.”
“Right.” Her cheeks turn a bright pink.
Brighter than they had when my sister whispered in her ear. I didn’t get to hear what Sibley whispered to her as my sister used one of her gifts to keep me from doing so. But from the look on her cheeks, I could only imagine.
My imagination was coming up with some very good thoughts of what she’d been thinking.
“So, what exactly do you do besides . . .” she leans closer, “you know, kill vampires,” she whispers.
“I don’t just kill vampires.” I chuckle. “Only when there’s a threat to a beautiful woman that I don’t want to see hurt.”
Jett blushes and casts her gaze toward the window.
Stroking a strand of her hair between two fingers, I answer her.
“My boss, Orpheus, he owns Dyrk and a few other establishments. I work right under him, so I do whatever it is he needs me to do. Mostly, I make sure that our businesses are running smoothly. I might be a vampire, but I typically live a normal, boring life.”
“Unless you have to kill a vampire.”
“Correct,” I tell her, losing all humor in my voice.
I use my free hand to reach out and grip Jett’s chin, forcing her to look in my direction.
“I didn’t survive to be as old as I am without learning to do whatever it takes.
I don’t regret taking the lives of those who would threaten me.
And Jett, those vampires last night weren’t just a threat to you.
They were a part of a group of vampires called Night Dwellers.
They’ve been a thorn in my side, also my boss’s, for a while. ”
“Because they don’t listen to your rules.”
“Redwich and the surrounding area are technically Orpheus’s territory in our world.”
“But there are shifters.”
“Yes,” I agree. “There are. They have their own rules, but we have an alliance of sorts with a group of them. You know of the Spiked Raiders MC?”
Jett nods. “They own this establishment.”
“Correct. They’re also all shifters. The President of the club, Corbin, would actually be considered a cousin of yours.”
“He would?”
“Yes.” I didn’t know the logistics, but I’d seen the aura around him and knew he was related to the Moon Goddess.
I just didn’t know how. He carried her aura.
It’s the only reason Orpheus approached him for an alliance.
Though at first, I believe it was so he could keep an eye on him as a potential threat.
“Weird,” Jett murmurs and licks her lips.
I stare down at her mouth, focusing on how her tongue pokes out.
I allow myself a moment to listen to the song of her blood flowing through her veins.
My fangs itch to drop down in place. I’d love to do nothing more than to have a taste of her.
Now wasn’t the time, though. If I were going to taste her blood, it would be while I was inside her.
I needed to be able to bond with my mate first before any of that could happen. She needs to know she can trust me. I wouldn’t just use her as a way to drink from her. Although, I do intend to drink from her throat. Maybe even that artery at her inner thigh.
My cock twitches at the idea of such a pleasure. I knew in my gut that she’d be sweet. The scent of her alone was sweet. Knowing she’s the daughter of Apollo simply screams at me that her blood would be delicious.
The moment is broken between us when the waitress comes back with our food.
Throughout the rest of the dinner, the talk was simple yet engaging.
I found out more about her, not just what I could have found in a report.
Jett, it seemed, could be funny, though in a very sweet way.
She was also shy. I even told her a bit more about myself.
By the time we finished, time had seemed to pass in a blur. Not unusual for me. Though I had more to do before the night was over, none of it mattered. I intended to spend the rest of the evening with Jett. Tonight, she was the only thing I was worried about.
I paid for dinner and guided Jett out of the restaurant. On the sidewalk, I face her. “Let me walk you home.”
Jett seems to contemplate this for a moment before nodding. “Okay.”
Taking her hand in mine, I hold it while we continue to talk seamlessly the whole way there.
It wasn’t until we were on her front porch that I found myself wondering if she’ll let me in. But she doesn’t leave me waiting for long.
“Do you . . . umm . . . want to come inside?” she asks.
“I come inside, little one, I don’t think I could be a gentleman,” I tell her, not wanting to lie. I needed her, and it wasn’t just for blood.
Jett’s cheeks flush that bright pink once again, and she licks her bottom lip. “That’s okay,” she whispers.
“Are you sure, Jett?” I pull her in my arms, holding her tighter to my front. There’s no denying that she can feel the size of my cock behind the zipper of my slacks. “If I come in, I’m going to have you. I’ll have all of you. Body and blood. I won’t stop until I have all you have to give me.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me,” she breathes, pressing her hands into my chest. “I don’t know how I know it, but I know you wouldn’t hurt me. I can trust you.”
“I’d never let anything or anyone hurt you,” I tell her, dipping my head down closer to hers.
“Then will you come inside?”
Those five words are barely a whisper on her lips as she speaks them, and they’re all that she gets out before I crash my lips to hers, sealing our mouths together in the first real kiss I’ve had in over two thousand years.