9. Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
Calder
A iden fell asleep quickly whereas it took me a lot longer with the worry swirling inside me. I was worried that if I took my eyes off him something bad would end up happening. He was also rather active in his sleep. Every time he would move, I would freak out, worried that he was about to be sick. I know he had told me he felt fine, but that didn’t lessen my anxiety. I’m just about to finally nod off when he starts moving again.
He crawls down the length of my body and my brow scrunches in confusion. What the hell is he doing now? Is he awake? Did you just need a power nap? I start to squirm beneath him with anticipation. My whole body lit up with the feel of his body moving against mine.
At one point during the night, he managed to force me out of my pajama bottoms all while being asleep leaving me only in my boxer briefs. His gentle caresses have been keeping me on the edge of insanity for what seems like hours. His body never strayed far from mine.
If I tried to move to get out of bed his limps suddenly would wrap around me. Little whimpers escaped until I settled back down in the sheets. I couldn’t but be happy with his reaction as twisted as that may seem.
When I feel his mouth press against the bare skin of my inner thigh I jolt, and a gasp leaves me. My cock quickly fills with blood and hardens almost to the point of pain with my excitement. I hold my breath in anticipation as his lips keep pressing against my skin.
My hands clench on the bedsheets as I wait to see what he does next. I’m absolutely feral for another round of what had happened earlier in my living room and the shower. That’s when his fangs sink into my flesh forcing a little yelp of surprise out of my lips. Okay… maybe he’s hungry again. I wait to feel the pull of his feeding, but it never comes.
I blink up at the ceiling for a few moments trying to calm myself down before slowly peeling back the blanket and looking down at him. Aiden is in the most awkward position with his face pressing into my lap. His little hand somehow pressed against my hard length. It doesn’t even look like a comfortable position.
One of his legs is hanging off the bed while the other is curled up closer to his body. One of his arms is thrown across my thigh, and I try not to focus too hard on how his body is contorted and wrapped around me. His hand starts to rub against me and bite down on my fist trying to keep quiet.
I can just barely see his fangs sunk into the flesh of my thigh. His eyes are shut as little snores escape him, now slightly muffled with his mouth pressed against me. His black hair is a wild mess of bedhead, but he’s still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
Okay… Now I’m aroused as fuck and he’s still asleep. This is probably the most awkward situation I’ve ever been in. There’s no way in hell I’m waking him up though. Suddenly his hand wraps around my cock giving it a hard squeeze.
“Fuck,” I moan thrusting my hips against his fist. His hand relaxes again, and I glance back down at him. Waiting for him to do something, but he’s gone completely still again. I let out a sigh and forced myself to close my eyes. It took forever to finally fall asleep, but eventually, I must have managed it.
“Why is it that whenever I fall asleep next to you, I seem to always be doing weird shit in my sleep,” Aiden’s groggy voice asks causing me to slowly blink open my eyes. I feel him crawl up my body and a groan escapes my throat when he straddles my hips and stares down at me in question.
“I wish I knew, little bat,” I mumble while pulling him closer to me, “seems you like to keep me aroused even while you’re asleep.”
He let out a little hum like he was pleased with himself, and I huffed out a laugh. I press my lips against his forehead, and he squirms against me happily.
“Cruel little bat,” I murmur as I rub my nose against his temple.
“Never.”
“Always.”
I didn’t want to get out of bed. I’m rather comfortable underneath my little bat, but I also knew that if I lingered then I wouldn’t get anything done. I needed to figure out what I could about what was happening with Aiden. I let out a disappointed sigh as I ran my hand down his spine.
“We should get up,” I huff out against Aiden and a grumble is my only response.
I grip his chin in my hand and gently force him to look at me. The scowl on his face is too adorable so I lean forward and kiss the end of his nose.
“I don’t want to get up,” he whines and his grip on me tightens. As if by sure will he was determined to keep me in bed with him.
“Aiden,” I grumble, “I need to figure out what’s going on with you. It’s serious. I’ve never known a vampire to become sick-” I cut my words off right before I got to the other part that I was worried about sharing with him.
“Can’t you do that in bed,” he asks with a sweet smile like he’s trying to entice me.
The truth was he really didn’t need to since I wanted to. I run my fingers through his messy hair and his eyes close in satisfaction. I bite down on the inside of my cheek feeling horrible for keeping secrets from him. I didn’t know how he would take the information of how his heart was thumping when he was throwing up. I also don’t understand how he can drink my blood, but not the blood from the blood bag.
None of it made any sense. He said that it could have been a bad batch earlier, but I don’t think that’s the case. I was drinking off the same batch.
“I feel like you’re keeping something from me,” Aiden grumbles suddenly glaring down at me, “is that what you’re doing, Mr. Vampire?” I huff at that nickname as I brush my hair back out of my face.
“When you were sick were you also in pain,” I abruptly asked.
He narrows his eyes like he’s upset with me for switching the subject but slowly gives me a nod.
“Where did it hurt,” I murmur, and he sits up on his elbow pressing a hand against his solar plex. I swallow hard trying to process the best way to explain this.
“I heard your heart,” I say slowly, and his eyes widen in shock, “I heard the weak beat as if trying to cling to life.” I look into his eyes waiting for him to process the information. His brow scrunches in confusion.
“What are you trying to tell me, Calder,” he whispers, and I hate the fear I hear in his voice.
“You’re supposed to be a vampire Aiden, and yet you can’t drink blood, and your heart was trying to come back to life. I don’t know what that means, but I will figure it out,” I promised in a hoarse whisper.
“Do you think there’s a cure? Could I go back to being human again,” there’s hope in his voice from the idea of not being a vampire.
I have to admit that hurts, but I also understand. Whether or not I want to, is another story. His questions catch me off guard and I try to cover up the hurt that pierces through me. I clear my throat averting my eyes from his hopeful expression, “Maybe.” It’s the only word able to leave me through my restricted throat.
“That would be amazing,” he says with a bright grin, “if I can go back to being human then I won’t have to drink blood. I won’t be sick.” And I won’t get to have you in my life, I think silently to myself.