Chapter 10
Ten
Damien
I’ve been behaving the entire night, but I’m starting to lose control. Now that the group has separated in two, I’m ready to move on. I place a hand behind Jacob and slide my fingers underneath his shirt. The muscles on his lower back stiffen and his lips part, but he acts unbothered.
Killien is smoking on the small balcony, with Abby and Owen. They seem to be getting along really well. I’m glad she’s there to keep Owen at bay; he gives me the creeps. I don’t know why, but his energy unsettles me, like he repulses me, somehow.
I have to force my eyes away from my brother, who is wearing one of my dropped armhole tank tops.
It’s less oversized on him, but it shows off his abs perfectly.
The sight of the many freckles on top of his shoulders makes my mouth water.
I wanna lick every single inch of him like he’s a lollipop.
I wanna bite his arms, his waist, his back, his neck—everything.
I wanna see the parts of him that he’s never shown me before.
Just thinking of the fact that the goddamn golden boy Owen is closer to getting in his pants than I am makes my skin crawl. Sure, he’s handsome and all, like the typical perfect man. All bright green eyes, golden hair, tanned skin, and sculpted body. But there’s something off about him.
Honestly, I’d rather Killien got involved with Abby.
She’s his type in many ways, curvy and soft, and sexy as hell without even trying.
The natural glow of her dark umber skin has Killien looking at her more often than he’d like to admit, for sure.
She likes him too, naturally. My brother has always been a magnet for girls, even if he didn’t show that much interest.
The rest of the fang gang lounges on the tan leather sectional and armchairs with us. Cody—a pretty blonde twink who won’t stop eyeing me—keeps entertaining the small group with his stories. He might just talk as much as I do, actually.
The only other girl in the group, Sasha, leans against his shoulder quietly, only laughing when the rest of us do. She’s skinny and small, her black hair cut in a perfect bob that suits her round face and pale complexion. I’m not sure what to make of her, since she barely spoke at all.
“Remember the night when we chased off those petty Royals?” Cody laughs, taking a moment to look at his friends before continuing. “We should definitely do that again; it could be Damien and Killien’s initiation.”
“And which Royals would we chase off, exactly?” Ezra, the final member of the group, asks. He’s properly buffed and towers over Jacob, who is already very tall. “There are none left in Phoenix; they don’t care about us anymore.”
“Well—” Cody hesitates. “We could ask around, see where they have settled down, and go cause some trouble.”
Ezra laughs out loud at that. “Are you out of your mind? They’d wipe you out of this earth before you can even say ‘sorry’. Or worse, they might just send you to England, to meet the king . . .” His penetrating blue eyes seem threatening, just like his square face framed by short brown hair.
I don’t really care about the conversation—it sounds like a whole lot of nonsense—so I take the chance to dig my nails into Jacob’s back. He shivers but tries really hard to hide it.
Cute. I can’t wait any longer.
I lean against him to whisper in his ear, while Cody and Ezra are busy arguing about Royals and whatnot. “I’m going to your bedroom. If you’re not there with me in five minutes, you can forget about fucking me. I mean it.”
Jacob holds his breath for a second, his cheeks blushing slightly. “I’ll think about it,” he whispers.
Who would have thought such a tough-looking guy could react like that to my words? I resist the urge to stick my tongue out and lick his face. He smells like absolute heaven and I wanna devour him.
I excuse myself and walk into his bedroom. Killien’s gaze meets mine before I close the door behind me. He seems comfortable with whatever Owen and Abby are talking about, but his eyes darken when he sees me. Does he know what I’m gonna do in the bedroom? Probably.
Think about it, brother. This could be you and I, sneaking away for a little bit of fun.
As soon as I’m alone in the room, I let out a long sigh and press my back against the door.
I’ve been behaving for far too long. I need to let my demons out to play, or they’ll eat me alive.
There’s a certain itch in my soul that demands me to do all sorts of unholy shit.
It’s always been there, but it’s gone absolutely wild since I was turned.
Sometimes, I scare myself with the kind of desires I have.
But that’s pointless; they’re not going away. And if I can’t have Killien scratch that itch, it’s gonna have to be someone else. At least for now. I’m sure I’ll find a way to get him to yield—I always do. But now is not the time to focus on him.
Right now, I need Jacob.
I kick off my sneakers and sit at the end of the bed while I wait.
The only window in the room is covered by a translucent grey curtain.
It’s enough to give privacy, but also lets in some of the light from the streetlamp outside.
The fuzzy slate grey rug underneath the bed is warm below my feet, unlike the rest of the floor that is the same tile as the rest of the apartment.
Soft, warm light radiates from a single lamp on his bedside table.
I take in a deep breath of his musky perfume that seems to be impregnated on everything around me.
I like that his bedroom has a very dark vibe.
Walls painted deep burgundy, with one of his cool skull-and-roses paintings hanging above the black headboard.
There’s not much to see besides the bed, with black covers and sheets as well, and a tall standing mirror in the corner.
It seems to be perfectly placed to reflect what happens on the mattress. I huff out a little laugh at that.
Naughty.
While I stare at myself in the mirror, the door opens and Jacob steps in. The clicking sound of the lock turning makes me smile. No interruptions. Great.
I stand and close the distance between us before he can even take a step.
I shove him against the door and pull him down to force my lips on his.
Standing on the tips of my toes to reach his face better, I demand control of the kiss.
Jacob doesn’t resist. Instead, he melts between my arms. I don’t hesitate to take what I want when I’m pushed to my limits, like I am today.
Jacob’s hands grab my waist and pull me closer.
Our bodies collide as I slide one of my legs between his.
I find myself grinding against his strong thigh, getting a soft groan in response.
His warmth feels amazing, just like his muscles flexing as he moves with me.
We’re both half-hard, stuck in a desperate race to feel each other.
His mouth tastes so damn sweet that it’s driving me feral. Almost as sweet as his blood.
I pull away for a second, just to gift him my most naughty smile, biting the side of my lower lip. Of course, his eyes are right where I want them; on my evil grin.
“You’re more dominating than I expected, honey.” His voice is low and husky, his breath hot on my face.
“I’m versatile. I like to play the role that better suits my partner.” My tongue runs along his jawline while I get closer to his ear to whisper my next words, using my confidence as a weapon, as I often do. “I can make all your fantasies come true, Jacob. So, tell me, what’s it gonna be tonight?”
Jacob’s answer comes with his right hand grabbing me by the neck and slowly pushing me back.
My smile widens as the fire within me intensifies when he forces me onto the bed, handling me like I’m featherlight.
The softness of his fingers and roughness of his grip has my blood boiling in arousal.
Fine, I’ll be his little slut. I’m good at playing that role; it suits me. We’ll see if he can satisfy me, though.
“You better fuck me hard,” I say as I spread my legs and scoot back to make space for him. My heart flutters in anticipation. I’ve been seducing him for longer than I usually do, and I’m more than curious to see what he’s capable of.
“Is that what you want?” He kicks off his boots and climbs on the bed, crawling over me until his face is all I see. His hips grind against mine, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. I wish we were already naked. I’m that desperate, yeah.
“Well, you left me hanging the other night . . .” I slide my hand between us to undo his belt buckle and trousers. “I wanted to do so many fun things after drinking your blood.”
Jacob huffs and presses his nose against mine, his breath tickling my lips, sweet and delicious. “Me too, honey. But it was my responsibility to keep both of you safe.”
“Yeah, thanks.” I roll my eyes, even if I know he’s right. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
I don’t give him time to respond; I kiss him right away, but I grant him control this time.
Slow and deep, his tongue explores me like he hasn’t dared before.
I melt onto the mattress while I finish undoing his zipper and start with mine.
Feeling his hard cock against my hand through the soft fabric of his boxers makes me moan in anticipation.
His body is impossibly warm, heating up under my touch.
Jacob drives the kiss into a frenzy of teeth colliding and battling tongues.
His hand wraps around my neck again, applying enough pressure to make me struggle to swallow.
And I love it; I love the way his hand fits perfectly against my throat, and the way he holds me like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Slowly, he sits back up and pulls me with him.
A hungry groan escapes me as I stare into his dark brown eyes.
I like a man that can boss me around correctly. Yes, sir, I fucking do.