Chapter 25
Twenty-Five
Damien
Ihear the roar of our car’s engine as it speeds away, and sigh. I don’t even wanna go to Jacob. It was just an excuse to try and persuade Killien to stay with me, but it didn’t work. Of course. Nothing does.
Sometimes, I wish I could just be normal. I wish I could have feelings for other people. Then, maybe, I wouldn’t have to be avoiding Jacob and his loving eyes. Breaking him was a mistake, because now he’s more in love with me than ever.
Fuck my life.
Fuck all of this, seriously.
I stop walking, knowing that if I show up at Jacob’s shop, he won’t let me leave. Especially if he sees me in this little outfit I put together for Killien. At least I caught him staring more than once. His jaw almost dropped the moment I stepped through the front door in these jeans.
But why is he taking so long to do something? Why won’t he act on his impulses? What the hell do I have to do to make him react? Maybe I should slap his face with my fucking cock. Would he reject me if I did that?
Goddammit. How am I supposed to know?
I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders back, forcing my body to relax. I feel uneasy, have been so for a few weeks. It’s like I’m certain that something’s wrong, but I can’t quite figure out what it is. Like something bad is coming.
Knowing that Killien is going to be alone with Owen unsettles me, and it’s not just that I’m raging jealous—which I am. There’s something about him that triggers a sixth sense in me, something that screams danger to the supernatural creature I’ve become.
For a minute, I stand in the middle of the sidewalk, humans glowering at me as if I should move aside for them to keep walking.
But I couldn’t care less about that. I’m gonna do what I should have done at the very beginning.
I’m going right after my ginger angel to see what the hell he’s up to with Owen.
If anything, it should ease my mind to know that he’s okay. Maybe I’ll learn something I can use to break whatever chain is holding him back. There has to be something I can do to push his buttons and make him let loose.
And it has to be him who makes the move, right? He’s the one having doubts, not me. What if I start it and he freaks out? That would destroy me, for sure. I’ve been into him for way too long, and I don’t think I could live with his rejection.
Finally, I trace my steps back and walk in the same direction our car went. It won’t take me long to get there, anyway. It’s better than having to deal with Jacob and his relentless affection that makes me feel guilty as fuck.
I’m gonna find a way to break you, Killi. Even if it’s the very last thing I do.
Our black SUV is parked in the driveway, right next to Owen’s car. His house is boring; it doesn’t stand out from the others on this street. White siding, small front porch, a few low shrubs lining the concrete driveway. All of it clean and perfectly maintained.
It might be better camouflage for a vampire than the rundown house Ledger left us in, though. Maybe we should consider moving. At least we don’t have to pay rent as long as we stay at Ledger’s, I suppose.
Focus, Damien. For fuck’s sake.
My heart races as I sneak past the white fence on the side of the house. There’s nobody around, apparently. The street is quiet, and the neighboring house looks empty. No car in the driveway, no lights on, no human noises. Good, I don’t have to worry so much about being seen by the neighbor.
Owen has a small backyard, empty but well-kept, with a neat lawn section and a white gravel area with a fire pit.
The only noises around me, besides the birds chirping, are the voices coming from inside the house.
There’s an open sliding glass door that leads to the back patio.
I sneak closer, keeping my back against the wall until I’m next to the door, where Owen and Killien can’t see me if they’re looking this way.
“You look really tense, Killien.” Owen’s voice is the first thing I hear, and I just have to roll my eyes at the sound.
Ugh, I hate him.
I particularly hate my brother’s name on his lips. Makes me wanna cut his freaking vocal chords so he can’t speak anymore. There’s a long silence, during which I assume Killien is struggling to find something to say.
He’s been particularly tense for the past weeks, but he won’t tell me what’s wrong. I hope he doesn’t tell this asshole either. I don’t know if I can live knowing that he trusts this boring-ass motherfucker more than he trusts me.
I hear heavy footsteps moving farther away from the door.
It must be Owen, because my brother is much more delicate and soft when he moves.
I know how to identify his footsteps, learnt that a long time ago.
There’s a particular rhythm to them, somehow.
Like everything else Killien does. My ginger angel is special like that.
Or maybe I just have an unhealthy obsession with my brother . . . Whatever. Don’t care.
“Are you hungry?” The tone of Owen’s voice almost makes me gag. All sultry and . . . ugh. What the fuck is he doing to my Killi right now? I need to see.
“Kind of . . .” Killien sounds completely off, more than he did on the ride to Jacob’s shop.
I kneel on the floor and take out my phone, slowly making it peek through a corner.
I open the camera app and stare at the screen.
Owen’s house is not what I expected. It’s much nicer on the inside.
It seems like he has a lot of expensive furniture, and it’s strangely colorful too.
All blue and orange, and warm neutral tones.
Who the fuck is this guy? What kind of vampire decorates his house with colorful mid-century furniture? I don’t get him. And I also can’t seem to get a view of them through the camera.
I aim my phone to one side, and finally pick up some movement.
Wet kissing noises fill the air, making me cringe.
My entire body flinches as I get a glimpse of Owen’s head popping up from the back of the orange sofa.
He’s staring down at something—Killien, for sure—with a smile on his goddamn golden boy lips.
I wish I could wipe it away in a single punch. But I can’t do that, can I? I came here to look after my brother, no matter how hard it is to sit through it. And I need to figure him out, or I’ll never get him to react to my advances.
Swallowing my rage back down, I keep staring through the camera of my phone as Owen dives back into Killien. More kissing sounds reach my ears, followed by a deep sigh that instantly makes my cock half-hard. It’s like one of my wet dreams come true as Killien groans and sighs like an angel.
Fuck me. Fuck everything. I’m gonna come in my new jeans if he keeps making those noises.
“Hmm—fuck—” Killien moans, and I want to yank that motherfucker away from my brother to take his place.
Judging by the noises, Owen is drinking his blood.
My mouth waters at the thought. I’ve been dying to taste Killien’s blood for so long now that it’s become a regular thought of mine.
How it would burn down my throat, how it would spread through my body in waves of pleasure.
I shake my head and force my free hand away from my dick, because I’m too close to whipping it out.
“You taste so good, baby.” Owen’s voice is deep and sultry, and it makes me want to gag again.
Baby?! How dare he call my brother baby? I’ll rip his fucking throat out.
More kissing sounds come before I hear Owen moan loudly. Killien’s fangs are obviously on him, and I almost whine because I can’t get a glimpse of them through the camera. They’re lying on the sofa, and all I see is the back of it.
It seems like they stay like that forever.
At least he’s feeding my brother properly, gotta give him that.
Fucking golden boy did one thing right. I pop my head through the door, getting a better view of the room with my own eyes than with the damn iPhone camera.
Still can’t see what’s happening on the sofa, though.
“Shit, your blood is so hot . . .” Killien finally speaks. There’s so much hunger in his voice that I have to repress a moan. I want him to speak like that to me. Fuck, that’s all I want.
“No, you’re hot, Killien.”
Why does Owen have to ruin everything? I’m forced to get back down when both of their heads pop up.
I have to resort to my camera once more, but at least this time I can see their profiles as they stare at each other.
Killien’s lips are still red with blood, and he’s licking them. The sight makes my dick twitch.
“I’ve missed you this week,” Owen says, his hands probably on Killien’s crotch, judging by the way his shoulder moves. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since the first night, you know?”
Killien seems frozen, and I could swear he’s become even paler. His body language is obvious, and his face gives him away. Even through the screen of my phone, I can see it. But Owen doesn’t seem to take a hint.
“Don’t tell me that you don’t want it—”
“Wait—” Killien tries hard to keep himself together, but his voice trembles. What usually turns me on like throwing gasoline at a roaring fire, now has the absolute opposite effect. Fear isn’t exciting on him.
“Stop playing hard to get, Killien. I have to test the merchandise.” Owen pushes my brother onto the sofa, struggling to get something off him.
Is this asshole undressing him?!
Killien’s sneakers and jeans go flying in the air and I hear him whimper. I can imagine my brother flinching, curling on himself against the cushions. My hands tremble as my blood runs cold.
“I’m not!” Killien says. “I swear, it’s not that. I just—I don’t think I’m ready.”
To hear him say that brings tears to my eyes.
The fact that he even needs to explain himself to that piece of shit destroys my heart.
I’m shattered into a million pieces, frozen in panic and rage.
I can’t let this happen, but I also should let him defend himself, right?
He’s strong; he can do it. Just like he protected me countless times, he’ll stand up for himself now.
Right?
Fuck! What do I do?!
“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it.” I gasp at Owen’s words, and Killien does too. He’s hovering over my brother like some kind of animal.
I close my eyes for a second, begging that Killien kicks him off. But when I open them again, the image on my screen is the same. Owen looks pissed off, trying forcefully to pin my brother down.
“No, Owen—stop, please!” Killien begs.
My brother is begging Owen to stop, but he doesn’t. He slaps my ginger angel’s face instead.
Shit! This isn’t happening! Fight him, Killi, for fuck’s sake!
“Seriously, Killien, shut the fuck up!”
I hear my brother gasp as Owen’s arm extends and tenses. Killien’s beautiful, delicate hands rise up, trying to reach for his attacker’s face but settling for scratching his arm instead. My lips tremble as I stare, frozen. Completely and utterly shocked. I can’t fucking move!
“You thought I’d just feed you for nothing?
” Owen’s voice is horribly condescending, showing his true colors, finally.
I knew there was something wrong with him!
“I’m not giving you my precious blood unless I get something back.
So stop fighting and relax, will you? It will only hurt more if you don’t. I’m fucking you either way.”
Oh, hell no!
Not gonna happen.
Not under my watch.