Chapter 17 #2
What was he doing up there?
Curious, Alexander easily leaped into the air and caught himself against the wall beside the upper window. The curtain was slightly open. Alexander silently peeked through the narrow opening.
Inside, Blade sat in a chair, his gaze fixed on two men on a bed. Naked. Fucking. Roughly.
Alexander stared at the scene, riveted.
As if he sensed him there, Blade turned and stared directly at him. For a heartbeat, his eyes burned an unnatural green that slowly dimmed as his mouth dropped open.
He vanished and a second later, reappeared outside the shop.
Alexander dropped down from the wall, boots hitting the snow with a soft crunch.
“What the hell, Alexander?” Blade retorted. “What are you doing here?”
“I was looking for you.”
Blade’s eyes narrowed. “I thought you were going to train.”
“I did.” Alexander exhaled. “It wasn’t enough of a distraction.”
Blade let out a short, incredulous laugh. “And you decided to follow me?”
“I didn’t know you’d be…” Alexander trailed off, the words dying in his throat as his mind scrambled for something to say. When Blade had said he fed off sexual energy, Alexander had imagined something vague. Abstract. Not what he’d seen…
He hadn’t expected that. Not like that.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Blade said sharply as he turned away and started down the walkway. “I’m not a freak.”
“I wasn’t looking at you like you’re a freak,” Alexander said quickly, falling into step beside Blade. “I was trying to make sense of what I just saw.”
“Don’t!”
A few humans nearby slowed, glancing over at them curiously.
“You’re attracting attention,” he murmured.
“I don’t care,” Blade shot back, yanking slightly but not pulling free. “You shouldn’t have followed me like that. You could’ve waited for me to come down.”
“I’m sorry,” he said pulling Blade closer to his side. “I was worried about you. That’s all.”
Blade huffed. “I can take care of myself.”
“I know,” Alexander said, meeting his gaze. “But that doesn’t stop me from worrying.”
Blade sighed. “It’s fine. Just don’t do that again.”
“I won’t,” Alexander promised.
They reached a pedestrian crossing just as the light flicked red, forcing them to stop at the curb.
Across the road, three turned vampires stood, watching him. Intently.
“Who are they?” Alexander asked quietly.
Blade followed his gaze, his expression blank as he acknowledged the three vampires with a tilt of his head
“They’re the elders of the families here,” he said.
The light turned green.
Blade stepped forward, continuing across the street. Alexander glance back over his shoulder.
They were still there, staring at him.
Like they’d seen a ghost.
A flicker of unease slid down his spine as he caught up with Blade.
“Why are they staring at me?”
Blade shrugged. “They’re probably shocked to see you. The war affected everyone… even them.”
Alexander frowned. “Why would they be affected? It’s not like they recognized me as their king before the war.”
“I know,” Blade said with another dismissive shrug.
“Who knows what’s going on with them? The families are…
strange. They act like they own the whole town.
They’ve been giving us a hard time every time we come here.
” He gestured loosely behind them. “So we stay on this side… and they stay on that side.”
Alexander followed the motion of his hand, his gaze drifting over the flashing neon lights, dark alleyways and brooding figures in long coats.
“But I don’t care if they have a problem or not,” Blade went on. “This is my town. I go wherever I please. They don’t get to decide that for me.”
Alexander fell into step behind him, but his attention was still on the three vampires. Every few seconds, he glanced over his shoulder toward the other side of the street.
Blade, on the other hand, seemed entirely unaffected.
He drifted from shop-to-shop window shopping. He ran his fingers over coats, lifted shirts from racks, occasionally holding something up with a thoughtful hum before moving on again.
Alexander followed him because he had nothing else to do. Nothing except think.
And he didn’t want to do that. So, he trailed behind Blade.
But the moment they returned home and he was alone.
Alexander couldn’t stop his mind from reliving every second of their moment at the lake.
The heat of Boaz’s body. The water lapping against their skin and his fucking scent.
The scent that seemed to get thicker, the more aroused he got.
“Mmm,” Alexander moaned. His fangs dropped. Saliva pooled in his mouth. Hunger and desire mingled inside him. His cock throbbed. And he really wanted to fuck Boaz.
Damn, Blade for putting that thought in his mind.
Now, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.
But he had to fight it. He needed to break this dependence on the werewolf.
That was the only way he would win his bride. The only way he would regain control of himself.
His resolve lasted for two days. By the third day, Alexander was going mad.
All he could think about was sinking his fangs into Boaz’s neck while he pinned him down, making him take it. Fucking take his cock.