Chapter 14
Chapter fourteen
Kyren
The stars shone brightly in the sky tonight.
The lights of the buildings had all been turned off so the students could watch a meteor shower the witches were going on about for the last two days.
That was what led me to be laying outside in the grass, getting stains on my new pants, that and the curly haired female cuddled up next to my human servant a few inches away from me.
Every day, I had grown more and more attached to the female. Wherever my Tate was, there I would find her. It made it easy for me to study her every movement. To know what made her laugh. What irritated her.
And, every once in a while, I’d catch her looking at that professor, though it was never when the professor was looking at her.
There was a history there. I knew it. Except I couldn’t come out and ask her about it. Not now. Not yet.
I hadn’t gained her trust yet, not like Tate had. The progress I’d made with her was abysmal compared to my lover’s. She knew my name, and I had tasted her flesh. Not with permission, of course, but I hadn’t been able to help myself. I needed to know if she tasted as delectably as she looked.
“When do you think it’s going to start?” Jack murmured, the breeze blowing her scent over to me.
I closed my eyes and forced myself to inhale deeply. Just being this close to her was like a jolt to my system.
Tate hummed. “The witches said three-thirty. So… any minute now. Are you excited?”
I smiled to myself at the joy in his voice that echoed down our bond.
While I was more than happy to watch Jack from afar for now, Tate had made ample progress, and I would be remiss to say I wasn’t jealous.
Tate always had an easy way of making friends. Or lovers. In fact, many of the ones we had shared were all because of his charm and persuasion. Part of me hoped it wouldn’t be that way with Jack. That she would fall for me and not because Tate wanted it to be so.
“Not really,” Jack answered simply and then giggled, the sound of her kissing Tate filling my ears. “I’d rather be doing something else.”
“Oh?” was Tate’s coy answer. He sent a rush of arousal down our bond, and I shifted on the grass. “We don’t have to go inside for that, you know.”
Jack gasped. “But everyone would see.”
“So? They’ve seen us kissing before,” Tate argued back.
I could see them in the dark. He had her cuddled to his front facing me, his eyes flashing yellow in the dark as his gaze fell on me. His fingers stroked along her arm and down her side, his lips grazing her neck.
“We can do that here, or was it something else you wanted, princess?” His hand skimmed her thigh, tickling along the top of it and making the delectable aroma of her arousal fill the air.
“Tate,” she whisper-yelled and smacked his hand, though she shouldn’t have bothered since every person out here had supernatural hearing. You couldn’t even whisper without someone knowing your business several feet away.
“What?” Tate chuckled, still teasing her. “No one can see us.”
That was a lie. No one was paying attention to them, lost in their own little star-gazing world, but I could see them and Tate knew it.
“What about…?” she trailed off, her eyes lifting to where I laid next to them. I kept my head facing the stars, only watching them out of the corner of my eye.
“So?” Tate’s voice grew low, lips brushing against her ear. “Maybe he wants to watch.” His fingers drew closer to the crease of her legs.
Just then, the crowd began oohing and ahhing, pointing at the sky. Shots of line trailed across the night sky. More than half a dozen of them broke up the sky above us and drew everyone’s attention, even Jack’s.
“Oh, look!” Jack pointed her arm up in the air. “Wow, I didn’t think there would be so many of them.”
Tate’s hand moved back to her hip, his eyes still on me, a teasing drifting down our bond.
I sighed in annoyance. For once, I wished the bond went both ways. Tate loved to tease and taunt me with it, using it more often than not to rile me up before he ever even made it to my dorm room. Now, he was using it against me when it came to Jack.
It was bad enough that I could sense when he was with her because of it. And, while I knew that they hadn’t had sex yet, that didn’t mean that it was any less painful to know he was kissing and touching her while I could only look.
At least he did make up for it by coming to my room after any of their little make-out sessions. Why he was dragging this out and not sinking into what had to be such warm, wet softness was beyond me.
“I want to take my time,” he’d said when I’d asked.
Did Tate actually feel something for Jack other than lust? Was he as obsessed with her as I’d become? The fact that both of us had become fixated on the same woman was a miracle. I could only pray that we both wanted the same thing.
“Kyren.”
I blinked at the sound of my name coming from Jack’s lips. “Yes?”
“Have you ever seen a meteor shower before?” she asked, her face pointed in my direction. “I mean you’d have to, being a vampire, right?”
I could listen to her speak all day.
Shrugging, then remembering she couldn’t see me, I said, “Once, a long time ago.”
“That’s too bad.” Jack sighed and looked back at the stars. “If I was a vampire, I’d make sure to spend every waking moment seeing all the miraculous things of the world. Like those comets that only come around once every fifty years or so.”
“Oh, really? Then maybe I’ll just bite you and make you one right now.” Tate grinned, leaning over her and pretended to bite her, making her squeal and struggle in his embrace.
“Vampire, not werewolf, silly.” Jack smacked him on the chest with a grin.
Watching the two of them warmed something in my chest, a feeling I hadn’t known in centuries. Almost like happiness.
I would do anything to keep it.