Chapter 10 Kyren
Chapter ten
Kyren
My eyes trailed after Tate, my newest obsession pressed against his side. I didn’t bother with following them with my shadows, knowing my lover would see to it that our girl was safely put to bed.
An annoying nasally voice pulled my attention.
“I’m telling you. Everything comes down to the Durands. If they hadn’t taken over the council, then we’d be drinking our fill right this very moment.”
My gaze settled on one of the vampires who always gravitated toward me and mine, Gavin. A younger vampire of only a few decades. Rash. Greedy. Always having to be reminded of his place.
“Don’t you think, Kyren?” Gavin looked to me. “You hate the Durands more than anyone. You certainly must see how their influence has made everything worse.”
Letting my fingers splay over the ends of the armchair, I tilted my head slightly as I surveyed him. “My hatred is for the Durands, and their new council members are hardly in the same family.”
Gavin frowned. “But don’t you think that their new rules about only feeding on the willing or paid blood donors is arbitrary? We’re vampires, for fuck’s sake.”
A few of the other vampires chimed in their agreement. It was hardly the first time I’d heard complaints about the new council and their rules. I didn’t particularly like politics and had chosen to stay out of it, unlike my sire, Kleon, who had been on the council several decades before.
Look where that had gotten him — decapitated.
“They’ve taken all the fun out of hunting,” Gavin continued with a sigh. “I miss the chase. The fear. The pumping of their blood right before you went in for the kill.”
“If you need your food afraid to feed, then perhaps there’s something wrong with you.”
The vampire in question stopped talking to gape at me. “Well, I… we’re vampires. The things that go bump in the night. They should fear us.”
I sighed, tired of the conversation already. “If you say we’re vampires one more time, I’ll make sure this is your last night as one. Good night to you.”
“Hey, wait a second.” A pretty blonde female vampire grabbed my hand, then quickly dropped it at my look. “We’re having a meeting next Saturday. Just some like-minded people. All species are welcome. We’d really love it if you could come.”
I didn’t give her an answer as I stalked away, my mind set on getting as far away from the mindless drones as possible.
The woman hadn’t wanted me at their meeting. Not really. She wanted the clot that came with my name. My sire might be dead and buried by the Durands, but his house was an old one and I was the only fledgling he’d ever made.
Vampires like her and Gavin only knew of the thrill of the hunt and the feeling of being the predator. They hadn’t ever been on the other end.
Which was unfortunate, seeing the way Gavin boasted about his kills. The hunters would have made sure the Durands were the least of his troubles, if he had been as brazen as he claimed.
It mattered little to me. The Durands. The council. The new rules for blending in to the new world. In some ways, I agreed with them. We had to evolve, or we’d be left behind, becoming nothing short of a story told to scare little children into behaving.
Each breath dragged the scent of sex and blood into my lungs. I felt my fangs aching despite myself.
I hadn’t properly fed in a few days. A few nicks and sips here and there from Tate when we played hadn’t been enough to quench my thirst.
I planned to remedy that now.
My feet were silent as I moved through the common room and into the human servants’ wing. Even though I knew which room belonged to them, I let myself follow the delicious blend of their scents together. Now it wasn’t only my fangs that ached.
The door was unlocked. There was no need to knock. Tate would know I was coming before I even walked inside.
Cloaked in darkness, the sunrise still hours away, I found Tate sitting on his bed back against the wall, his gaze on a bundle on the opposite bed.
“You lasted longer than expected,” Tate commented as I slid my shoes off and then climbed into bed beside him. “Gavin had been rambling for at least half an hour before I left to dance.”
I sat next to him, our sides pressed against each other. “He’s harmless. Mostly just enjoys listening to himself speak.”
Tate hummed.
“You were quite the gentleman tonight,” I mused, my gaze on the figure on the other bed. “Didn’t even so much as kiss her.”
“She was drunk,” Tate scoffed. “Probably her first time too. She hardly had half a beer.”
The plot thickens. Our woman could take down a werewolf with ease but felt uncomfortable at a party and couldn’t hold her alcohol.
Oh, I locked onto her the moment she’d walked into the room. All that glorious pale smooth skin on display. The usual confidence in her stance hunched over, shifting her weight from side to side on heels that I had no doubt she’d never worn until today.
“Would we be terrible if we fucked right now?” Tate shifted toward me. “I’ve been unbelievably hard since we danced. Her soft body pressed against me.” He shuddered. “Torture. Pure torture.”
His arousal hit my lungs, a familiar spice that made me groan. My fangs pressed hard against my lips. “I need to feed.”
Tate inhaled sharply. “Fuck yes.”
“We’ll need to be quiet,” I reminded him as I slowly removed my shirt.
Tate quickly discarded his own shirt and jerked his pants off so quickly, I almost laughed at him. It seemed my little wolf was just as turned on by his princess as I was.
I barely had my pants down before Tate’s mouth wrapped around my cock. His tongue lapped at my tip, his bare ass up in the air. I groaned and grabbed his braids, pulling him off me.
“I thought you wanted to fuck.”
The conflict on his face between wanting to suck me off and having me inside him set my blood a boil. Shoving him on his back, I pumped his cock several times in quick hard succession that had him gasping.
“Remember,” I murmured in his ear, “you have to be quiet, my love.”
“Lube,” he gasped. “Top drawer.”
I quickly found the bottle and pushed his legs apart. With expert ease, I found his puckered hole and pressed a finger in. Tate’s hips bucked, his mouth open wide with no sound coming out… and yet his eyes weren’t on me.
They were across the room where Jack had shifted in bed, her beautiful curls falling across her face.
My hand squeezed his cock, giving him a quick jerk before pouring the lube around my finger to prep him for me.
“If you keep looking at her like that, I’m going to think maybe she’s fucking you instead of me.” Without warning, I thrust inside of him, which pulled a small sound out of him that I quickly covered with my hand.
His eyes flicked back to mine, hunger and desperation in his gaze as I took his ass with a quick and brutal pace that he loved.
Releasing my hand, I let my eyes slide over to Jack. My cock throbbed as my eyes swept down to where her blankets had fallen away, revealing the swell of her breasts.
“Now… ah… who’s fucking who?” Tate grunted, his fingers tightening around my biceps.
I forced my eyes back to Tate to caress his face with my gaze before grabbing him by the throat and capturing his mouth with my own. My other hand kept stroking him as I thrust. HIs pleasure poured into our bond, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Tate was almost there. I could feel it. With my hand on his face, I forced his head to the side.
“Look at her when you come. I want your eyes on her when my fangs and cock are inside you.”
Before he could answer, I struck, sinking my face deep into his neck. Tate jerked and arched into me, his legs wrapping around my waist to pull me in deeper.
Since I couldn’t see with my face in his throat, I used my shadows to show me. They slithered on the bed and pooled around us, showing me the longing and pleasure on his face.
Was watching her sleep while we fucked wrong? Probably, but I was long past caring what society thought was acceptable. I’d crossed that line when I made a werewolf my human servant.
Besides, before the year was over, I planned on having our little mystery sandwiched between us, with both our cocks inside her and my fangs in her neck.
Just the image of what I wanted to do to her set off my orgasm. I released Tate’s neck and focused on pounding into him, using my hand and cock to drag him with me over the edge.
The small shout from Tate as he came on our stomachs made us freeze.
Our eyes shifted to Jack’s sleeping form. Her body rolled slightly onto her back, groaning but not waking.
I slipped from Tate’s body and found a discarded shirt to wipe us both off. Normally, I would have slept with Tate naked. One quick look at Jack had me pulling my boxer briefs on.
Tate did the same and laid back on the bed, holding the blanket open for me to press up against his side. He spooned me from behind, covering me with his scent.
My gaze lingered on the pale face of Jack, her brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line.
She whimpered in her sleep. Her lips pressed together tighter, as if to silence the sound even in her sleep. Her body jolted and a couple of distressed words escaped her lips.
“No. Please.”
I slid out of Tate’s embrace and moved across the room.
“Kyren?” Tate whispered. “You’re going to freak her out.”
“She’s having a nightmare, I think.” I brushed my fingers along her brow. She leaned into my touch, even in her sleep. It made some unknown emotion swell in my chest.
With gentle ease, I shifted her over until I could lay down next to her and my arms wrapped around her.
She inhaled and snuggled in closer to me. Her whimpering tapered off until she sighed.
Tate didn’t say anything else as I laid there and just held her. Eventually, his breathing evened out, and he slept.
With both of my lusts having been filled by Tate, I simply enjoyed having her in my arms. It had been many years since I’d just slept with someone, Tate excluded.
With most of the humans, even the supernaturals who I occasionally bedded or fed from, I simply wanted to get what I wanted and be done with them.
But this Jack Billings? She was something else. She drew something protective and possessive in me that I’d only ever felt for Tate.
I stroked her hair and peered down at her.
“What are you doing to me, la mía?” I murmured.