Chapter 9
Nine
My father had warned me a vampire would be attending Syngenia this year, though I wouldn’t know why he cared to. Neither of us care about vampires and he isn’t a councilmen. The only reason he does know is because his best friend and old schoolmate is.
It’s the only reason we all know Callahan despite him being younger than me and Thorne. And it’s perfect that this is his first year at Syngenia with the vampire. Though I thought vampires were meant to smell like death. She smells too sweet for death, though I can’t pick up exact scents.
I do, however, pick up exactly when she walks into Stone House.
Weaving between people, I sip my drink and exit the kitchen being used as a bar to enter the hall that leads to the grand foyer where the main party is and the front door. Keeping to the shadows of the hall, I walk down and peer around the corner where the front is.
Here comes trouble. All five foot five of herself. Too bad I don’t have fangs, or they’d be sunk deep in her neck right now.
Despite her not showing a bit of skin, her shirt is pulled tight showing every little dip and curve. Perky little tits, a waist I’d be able to wrap my hands fully around, an ass that would perfectly cup my –
“Don’t.”
I don’t take my eyes off her as I grin at Callahan. The little pup has grown fond of her. We all know it.
“And what is it I should not be doing, Armani?” I taunt.
I can feel his heated glare on the side of my head. Despite being two inches taller than the devil, Callahan ranks a decimal point higher in power than me. And I’ve seen his training with Varian. He’s not as brutal as Thorne or I am, but he is just as calculated.
“Leave her alone until Thorne is done with her,” he mutters, though not meekly.
“Thorne isn’t the boss of me, devil.”
I can feel his frustration but he doesn’t say anything to that. He’s technically a decimal point higher than Thorne too. Being a devil has its perks, even as a young one.
“D’etre is on her somewhere. I can feel him”
I hum and scan her backside as her and her friends walk deeper into the house. He’s probably shifted as some sort of small animal wrapped around her. Lucky bastard. I didn’t even know he was back.
Leaving Callahan, I follow after her. Entering the throng of drunk people where the majority of the party is.
Flashing lasers and strobe lights the only illumination.
For most races the dark isn’t that much of a problem, but most of the races here are smashed.
As the little troublemaker will be soon enough. Thorne wanted me to make sure of that.
I track her as she weaves in with her friends.
They’re the same three who were with her in the infirmary.
The two mages and the vampyr. Though that vampyr should still be bedridden.
I had watched Thorne beat him into near oblivion this morning.
He infected him with his blood which should have made it so it would have taken weeks for him to fully recover.
Yet here he is, not a scratch on him.
Thorne won’t be pleased with that. I grin at that. The blood demon likes to play boss.
Though I guess it doesn’t much matter now since she’s here. Right into the pit of vipers.
They push through the crowd towards where the serving hatch is that is currently acting as a bar. There’s a line but the vampyr pushes through. As a member of Stone House he gets first pick over everyone else.
He greets one of the bartenders for the night and gets served four drinks.
The other three he hands to the girls and I watch as little miss trouble takes a sip.
While her friend who had been screaming at Thorne earlier this week winces and coughs, the girl simply raises a brow at her while slowly sipping.
I know damn well Thorne told the guys not to be stingy with the drinks, so the mage’s reaction is valid. Even her sister makes a face, but trouble drinks it like ninety percent of it shouldn’t be burning down your throat.
I sip my own drink and revel in the burn. If she didn’t react to the drink then that would lead one to assume she’s drank strong stuff before. Meaning getting her traditionally drunk could pose as a problem. I took precautions anyway.
They start heading towards another room that isn’t as hectic as the first. The lights are still dimmed though more people are sitting and conversing or straight up making out. I wouldn’t mind joining, maybe with a certain rosy eyed troublemaker.
My dick jumps as I imagine her kneeled before me. Rosy eyes watering, cheeks flushed, red lips stretched over –
“Don’t get distracted.”
Holy fuck, can a guy not just finish one damn –
“Darian,” Thorn snaps. Interrupting my thought again. I think I’m about to pummel my best friend. “I can’t have her saying no to me, I need to taste her blood.”
I growl at him. “Don’t get your fucking panties in a twist. I’m watching her, I got it.”
“Really?” He raises a brow at me before glancing down. “Because it looks to me like you’re getting distracted.”
I roll my eyes. “If it makes you happy I’ll get her drunk enough before I fuck her. To make it easier you can just be in the room and bite here when my dick is shoved down her throat. She won’t be able to say no then.”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment and turns to watch her. I watch the moment he locks his eyes on Ruleten and I grin as his eyes narrow at him. I’m sure he was expecting the vampyr to be bedridden for at least a week. No one can withstand the power of a blood demons blood.
“I don’t care how you do it, just do it.”
Then he walks away and I start moving towards them. Ruleten sees me first and nudges his girlfriend. Her back is to me and instead of being discreet or cautious she whips around and levels a glare I’m sure most people wouldn’t want thrown their way.
The scent of salt needles my nose, but the closer I get to them the more of that sweet scent from Trouble I get.
Despite having to see when her friend whipped around, little miss trouble keeps her back to me.
Her hips sway slightly to the bass as she sips her drink.
The colors in her hair glinting every so often under the lights.
“Vampire,” I purr when I’m right behind her. The mage and vampyr don’t do anything but glare at me. I catch a flash of light gray scales and golden serpent eyes peak out of her hair. So Castiel is on her, but she has to know about it.
Without glancing at me, she states, “Angel.” Then takes a sip of her drink. Most of it is already gone.
Castiel slides along her head and over her ear. Dipping down to arch under her jaw. She raises her hand and strokes a finger down his belly side.
“You do know that’s a ghost viper, Trouble.
Their venom paralyzes its victims and causes nerve damage at best, and with your size you’d be lucky to just die immediately.
” She continues stroking Castiel and I bet the fucking demigod is just basking in the attention.
Taking a step closer so I’m now just a hairs breath away, I lean down to murmur in her ear, “And that would just be a – “
She cocks her head before I can finish my statement, turns making her shoulder brush my chest before placing her palm over my heart, and then she shoves me. And she shoves me fucking hard.
I skid back several feet. Those that weren’t shoving their tongues down someone else’s throat stop what they’re doing to stare. Most of them gawking, but I can’t focus on that because this little five foot nothing actually pushed me away. And she did it with a move that seemed like it had no power.
Thorne said she barely had any power to her. Her energy barely a flicker and her aura was even less than.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
Her words low and cold. Eyes tracing over me and hardening. There’s a shift in her and her eyes flicker for a moment before she turns back around and sips her drink. No one moves. No one speaks. No one even breathes.
Before she can finish swallowing her drink I have my hand wrapped around the back of her neck and another fanning over her stomach, pinning her back to my chest and twisting her head so her face is in front of mine.
“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t fucking touch, trouble.
” My lips murmuring the words over the top of hers.
A ghost of a touch and fuck that sweetness explodes in my senses.
Sweet and a hint of floral. My hands tighten around her.
It tastes like a drug I know I’ll never get over. “Fucking trouble.”
Her eyes flare with an expression I’m all too familiar with and it would make me excited but instead of fighting she freezes. The panic and fear that had been consuming those rosy eyes turns dull as her entire body stills. She doesn’t necessarily tense, but her body does brace.
“Sun devil,” she mutters, barely a breath.
I drop her and step back. Her body crumbles to the floor for not even a second before she jumps up and backs away from me. Dead eyes flaring back to life as she looks at me like I’m something she’s about to eviscerate.
Normally I would be turned on by it, that flash of fear right before I fuck them past their limit, but there’s something different about hers.
And calling me a devil when she knows I’m an angel rubs me wrong.
I could have been born a devil since my father is one, but I took after my mother’s genetics and I won’t let someone scorn them.
“That’s a bullshit nickname, trouble,” I grumble.
The cup she had been drinking from is now on the floor and both her hands are fisted.
I wonder if she would try to kill me. She apparently has the strength to try.
I forgot newly turned vampires are faster and stronger than they appear.
But that is usually accompanied by bloodlust – which she has proven she doesn’t have.
“You touch me again and I’ll rip your throat out.” Violent, dangerous, deadly. She sounds like she means it.