Chapter 27 Luciu #2
I should focus on Gracie. I shouldn’t be greedy.
And yet, I can’t help it. Vyslan still terrifies me, but there’s something about Ezra that I want.
I felt a moment of connection with him yesterday.
An understanding that has taken my attraction to something else.
Something more meaningful, I’d like to think.
“You have to be sure,” Vyslan says. “You should kiss Ezra just to be certain.”
Darius rolls his eyes and sighs. “You won’t be satisfied unless I do it, will you?”
“Nope,” Vyslan says, popping the P as if to underscore his point.
Darius sighs again and looks at Ezra.
Ezra follows suit, rolling his eyes and waves at the fae. “This is fucking weird. You look like your brother, but whatever. Come on. Let’s just do it.”
Darius leans partway in, but stops. “Do I lean left or right?”
“Uh…” Ezra squints. “Left, I guess?”
“Cool.”
Darius and Ezra close the distance. The vampire gently cups the fae’s cheek as their lips meet. The kiss lasts all of a moment before they both pull away, noses wrinkled.
“That was weird,” Ezra mutters.
“Hm, yeah. Doesn’t do anything for me.”
“It might be because of the brother thing,” Vyslan says. “I know, you should both kiss Luciu to make sure.”
“What?” I croak.
Vyslan takes my partially eaten slice of pizza from me and devours it in one bite. “You’d be game, wouldn’t you, mate?”
“Uh…”
“It’s for science,” Darius says.
Why do I get the feeling he’s up to something? I’m starting to think the blissed our seer act is just that—an act. And he’s really scheming.
Ezra sighs—again. I feel like Vyslan inspires that reaction in everyone. A lot.
Darius sort of lunges forward. His limbs seem to be made of jelly. He lurches as he leans over the food without disturbing it, putting our faces less than an inch apart.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I gently press my lips to his. They’re plush and softer than I expected. And he tilts his head a bit more before leaning back.
“Eh, I don’t hate it. But it does nothing for me.” He holds up his hands. “No offense.”
“I mean… None taken, I guess?”
“Like, I don’t mind any of this stuff.” He gestures to Ezra and Vyslan. “And I’d kiss you guys, but it’s not like… A sexual desire, if that makes sense? I like you guys just fine. Better than most. But not like that.”
“It’s good to know these things, though,” Vyslan says.
Right. Oh, what a world I live in now…
“Your turn, Ezra,” Darius says.
I jolt a little. Somehow I thought that was the test. But there’s more to it?
I glance over at Ezra, who is studying me. His hair has mostly come out of the elastic band and falls around his face in golden waves.
He’s so damn pretty and scary and intimidating.
Why are they trying to kiss me? Why not Vyslan? But do I really want to argue the point?
Nope.
I kind of like this game.
Ezra rises up onto a knee and leans over. “You game?”
“S-sure.” Fuck, why can’t I say anything normally?
Ezra lifts his hand, cupping the left side of my face.
He leans in slowly, and it’s like the rest of the room fades away.
It’s just us in this moment as I fall into his blue eyes.
Supple lips press against mine in a tentative kiss.
I open my mouth, overeager for more, and that’s when the vampire takes control.
I feel his fingers in my hair and the press of his tongue against mine.
I’m vaguely aware of him shifting over me.
All too soon, Ezra pulls away.
My head is swimming. The room is too hot. And I hate my jeans right now.
I look up at Ezra, who is now straddling my thighs with both his hands clasped around my face. He studies me, looking from one eye to the other, like he can see into my soul. The blue of his eyes has almost been eclipsed by the black iris, giving him a sinister look.
“I really want to bite you right now,” he mutters.
“Why not?” Darius asks.
What is with him?
I can kind of see past Ezra, and I notice Vyslan glancing at Darius with a weird look, too.
What has the fae seen about us? Should I be worried?
“What does a bite feel like?” I ask.
“Really fucking good,” Vyslan says. “If he wants it to feel good. If he wants it to hurt, it’ll be like gasoline fire in your veins.”
Ezra rolls his lips between his teeth, and I think I can see the protrusion of his fangs.
I’ve heard about vampire bites. The reason vampires tend to kill their victims is that when they bite, they transfer a toxin to their victims. If the victim were to be drained to a near-death state, the toxin would then cause the mass production of blood cells carrying the toxin.
Normally, a body will combat that toxin and kill it off before that happens.
So really, there isn’t a risk in a small bite, is there?
Ezra’s finger trails down the side of my neck while he mutters, “Sorry, can’t seem to help myself.”
I lick my lips.
Mom always did say I was more brave than smart.
“Do it,” I whisper.
He freezes, and our gazes lock.
Ezra doesn’t ask if I’m sure, or say anything else.
He slowly lowers his face, his nose brushing mine. He bypasses my lips, his nose and mouth coasting against my skin as he trails down to my neck.
And then he strikes.
I gasp and my whole body tenses, as if I’m caught mid-orgasm. Forever. It goes on and on and on, all while Ezra holds on to me. He shifts over me, and I’m vaguely aware of my hands gripping his shirt. I hear myself moan, and my eyes roll back in my head.
The sensation of his fangs pulling out of my neck leaves me with this grief-like sorrow. I choke back a sob as he licks the wounds and pulls me toward him. My emotions ping around in me, and I cling to him, afraid I’ll never feel that again.
I’m totally spent. My body boneless and…
Oh shit.
Fucking hell.
“I’ll go get some towels,” Darius mutters with a chuckle.
I press my face against Ezra’s chest while inside I’m dying of embarrassment.
I haven’t come in my pants since I was ten.