Chapter 9
Nine
Bel tugged at the cuffs of his shirt and touched his bow tie for what felt like the hundredth time. Anxiety gnawed at his nerves. It was time to keep his promise to his brother. He was attending the family dinner…and he’d brought guests.
This was not going to be a smooth night. While he was happy with his two companions, things were going to come to a head very soon. Bel was on the cusp of breaking, and he needed his family’s advice on how to handle the werewolves’ dire situation before he made a critical mistake.
His desire for Wyatt and River had become suffocating.
And the more comfortable they became in his house, the worse it was getting.
Despite Bel buying them stacks of clothes, both River and Wyatt preferred to walk around the house half-naked.
Considering they had to undress to shift, Bel had a feeling that being naked was a very normal thing for werewolves, but they were slowly driving him insane with their sleek, muscular bodies and beautiful skin.
And he wasn’t the only one turned-on in the house.
No, unrelenting lust rolled off Wyatt and River in intoxicating waves, but the only thing keeping him from acting was the knowledge that it couldn’t possibly be directed at him. Wyatt lusted for River, and River lusted for Wyatt. There was no room for him.
God, how he longed to touch!
Oh, River and Wyatt touched him all the time. Dozens of little touches and bumps throughout the day that were keeping him rock hard and longing for so much more, but he never initiated anything if he could help it.
Sometimes he forgot, but he instantly pulled away.
He held close the memory of his conversation with Wyatt that first night.
Werewolves were touchy-feely creatures. They loved physical contact.
Vampires did not. He should not force his touch on them.
He was not one of them. He was not a part of their beautiful relationship.
He was simply their host. An outsider. An unwanted solution to their problem.
When everything was over and their problem solved, Wyatt and River would leave to build a happy life together. And Bel…would return to his work.
The only thing worse than the longing for them was the growing guilt over the fact that he hadn’t told his family he’d taken in two werewolves. This was a decision a vampire’s clan needed to know as it could impact every one of them if something went terribly wrong.
And since he’d yet to come up with a single viable solution to Wyatt and River’s problem, it was time he told Aiden and the rest of his family what he’d done.
Tonight, the three of them were attending a dinner at Marcus’s with the rest of his family. He hadn’t told his brothers that he was bringing River and Wyatt.
Rafe was going to freak when he learned exactly who they were.
He didn’t expect things to go much smoother with Marcus or Winter. He couldn’t even begin to guess at Aiden’s reaction.
This was bad. He should have told them, but he hadn’t been able to. What if they demanded he send them away? Bel’s palms grew sweaty, and he wiped them on his slacks while trying to calm his twisting stomach. He couldn’t let them go.
“Bel?” Wyatt inquired as he came to stand in front of Marcus’s palatial mansion beside him.
He lightly gripped Bel’s elbow, and some of the butterflies calmed in his stomach—enough that he could offer up a small smile.
Wyatt was wearing his dark slacks and cashmere sweater that Bel was so fond of.
Handsome and strong, Wyatt was his own personal mountain.
Bel glanced over at River, who was closing his car door, his wide eyes turned up at the house. Yes, Marcus’s home was a bit much, but then, he’d been the face of the Varik family for years. He was expected to make a grandiose impression.
The younger wolf was also dressed sharply in dark colors that made him a wonderful mix of sexy and lethal. He was so proud to have both men with him, to call them his in some small way.
“You’re looking a little paler than normal,” Wyatt continued when he didn’t speak.
“Yes, just a little nervous. I’m not sure how they’re going to react to you and River.”
“Maybe we should go,” River offered. He held up the new smartphone that had been activated and delivered to the house a few weeks earlier. “We can call a car to take us home.”
“No, it’ll be fine. You need to stay. I want you to meet them. And I want them to meet you. They need to see you so they can understand what you’re going through. I know they’ll be able to help.”
At least, they would after they got over the shock.
“We’ll always stand with you,” Wyatt said firmly. “And we’ll accept any decision your clan makes.”
Bel nodded and led the way up the stairs to the front door. He could put this off no longer. For two months, he’d avoided family gatherings, using the excuse of experiments and general forgetfulness. He didn’t want to appear and then not tell his family about the wolves.
He started to use his own key, but the double doors were pulled open, and he was greeted by the sight of Ethan grinning wide at him. Well, he was technically grinning wide at the two men standing right behind him.
“Bel!” Ethan exclaimed. “You brought guests with you!”
“Hello, Ethan. I’m sorry I didn’t call ahead to warn you and Marcus.”
“It’s no problem at all.” Ethan stepped out of the doorway, motioning for the threesome to step into the grand foyer. “You know we’ve always got plenty of food. The more the merrier.” He extended his hand to Wyatt with a grin. “Ethan Varik.”
“Wyatt Campbell,” he said and some of the nerves inside of Bel settled at the warm rumble. At least they did until Ethan gasped.
“Oh, my God! You’re not a vampire!” Ethan said as he jerked his hand away.
Bel’s brow furrowed. He hadn’t noticed anything particularly different about Wyatt and River when he touched them that made him think they couldn’t be a vampire or even human. “Yes, but how can you tell?”
Ethan stared at the open palm of his hand for a moment. “I don’t know,” he said slowly. “Just a feeling when I touched his hand. I assumed because they were with you, they were vampires.” His eyes went wide suddenly as they snapped up to Bel. “Holy shit! Do they know?”
Bel chuckled. “Yes, they know about vampires.”
Ethan’s shoulders slumped and he shut the doors behind River.
“Jesus Christ, this is hard. You guys didn’t warn me enough about how hard this was going to be.
‘You’ll need to feed off humans and avoid the sun.
’ ” he said in a fake deep voice meant to sound like Bel’s older brother.
“Little more difficult than that, Marcus.” He turned his attention to River and extended his hand with a smile. “Ethan Varik.”
River hesitated, looking over at Bel for a second. He sympathized. Ethan could be a bit of a whirlwind at times and more than most people knew how to handle. He had even less of a filter than Rafe, if that was at all possible.
“River Stone,” he replied, shaking his hand.
“Yeah, not a vamp either. Cool.” Ethan turned his attention to Bel, grin growing wider.
“Interesting,” Bel murmured.
“Do you think this could be my power?” His nose wrinkled and he glared at his hand for a second. “Kind of a lame power if it is.”
“Maybe. We’d need to do some testing—”
“Nope! I’m out!” Ethan threw his hands up in the air and started walking toward the grand staircase. “Keep your needles to yourself.”
River snickered and cleared his throat, but Ethan must have caught it, because he swung around. “He told you, huh? Yeah, well, just watch out. He loves to use these big, sad innocent eyes and cry, ‘But it’s for science.’ ”
“Is everyone here?” Bel asked, trying to redirect the conversation while River was still laughing softly. They dealt with their coats, tucking them in the hall closet.
“Yep. You’re the last to arrive. Everyone is up in the library, having drinks. Dinner will be ready in a bit.”
Bel followed behind Ethan, the churning in this stomach growing more intense with each step.
But he kept his head high and shoulders back.
He was going to be strong for Wyatt and River.
He didn’t need to upset the wolves more than they already were.
The Variks were supposed to be helping them, not causing more problems and stress.
It wasn’t like he was scared of his brothers.
No, he loved them, and they loved him. It was just that they tended to be overprotective at times and very skeptical of outsiders.
They had lived and acted as a single-family unit for so long.
How could anyone else understand them? And how could they risk an outsider’s life to Julianna’s mercurial moods?
Mother.
Bel’s hand automatically went to his chest, rubbing over his heart. The old wound had healed. There wasn’t even a scar to mark where she’d tried to tear his heart out, but there was a phantom ache that never quite went away. It pulsed to life whenever he thought about Julianna.
After she’d tried to kill him, there had been a dark part of himself that was glad she was gone. Glad she could no longer threaten him or his brothers.
And he’d hated himself for feeling that way.
A strong hand settled on his shoulder, and Bel blinked. He hadn’t even realized he’d stopped walking in the middle of the hall. Flashing Wyatt a smile, he continued to the library. This was no time to think about old ghosts.
Conversation came to an abrupt halt when Bel entered with Wyatt and River on his heels.
While their looks weren’t unwelcoming, they were all very…
curious. Bel had never brought anyone into their small world.
He’d never even spoken of associating with anyone in the past. Most of his scientific contacts were handled electronically.
It seemed only natural that Aiden, his father and sire, was the first to speak. He pushed to his feet from where he’d been reclining on a dark-brown leather couch and walked over.