Ten
Damien
Jacob’s friends are cool. His apartment is buzzing with the beat of ’00s industrial music blasting from the speakers—his custom playlist, apparently—and loud voices. The place fits Jacob perfectly, all dark and moody, with his art hanging on the walls. The glass-top coffee table has only an ashtray and a couple of books about tattoos, as if he didn’t want to have more stuff on display. Everything seems to smell of Jacob’s intoxicating musky perfume, and it’s getting me all riled up.
I’ve been behaving the entire night, but I’m starting to lose control. Now that the group has separated in two, I’m readyto move on. I place a hand behind Jacob and slide my fingers underneath his shirt. The muscles on his lower back stiffen and his lips part, but he acts unbothered.
Killien is smoking on the small balcony, with Abby and Owen. They seem to be getting along really well. I’m glad she’s there to keep Owen at bay; he gives me the creeps. I don’t know why, but his energy unsettles me, like he repulses me, somehow.
I have to force my eyes away from my brother, who is wearing one of my dropped armhole tank tops. It’s less oversized on him, but it shows off his abs perfectly. The sight of the many freckles on top of his shoulders makes my mouth water. I wanna lick every single inch of him like he’s a lollipop. I wanna bite his arms, his waist, his back, his neck—everything. I wanna see the parts of him that he’s never shown me before.
Just thinking of the fact that the goddamngolden boyOwen is closer to getting in his pants than I am makes my skin crawl. Sure, he’s handsome and all, like the typical perfect man. All bright green eyes, golden hair, tanned skin, and sculpted body. But there’s something off about him.
Honestly, I’d rather Killien got involved with Abby. She’s his type in many ways, curvy and soft, and sexy as hell without even trying. The natural glow of her dark umber skin has Killien looking at her more often than he’d like to admit, for sure. She likes him too, naturally. My brother has always been a magnet for girls, even if he didn’t show that much interest.
The rest of the fang gang lounges on the tan leather sectional and armchairs with us. Cody—a pretty blonde twink who won’t stop eyeing me—keeps entertaining the small group with his stories. He might just talk as much as I do, actually.
The only other girl in the group, Sasha, leans against his shoulder quietly, only laughing when the rest of us do. She’s skinny and small, her black hair cut in a perfect bob that suitsher round face and pale complexion. I’m not sure what to make of her, since she barely spoke at all.
“Remember the night when we chased off those petty Royals?” Cody laughs, taking a moment to look at his friends before continuing. “We should definitely do that again; it could be Damien and Killien’s initiation.”
“And which Royals would we chase off, exactly?” Ezra, the final member of the group, asks. He’s properly buffed and towers over Jacob, who is already very tall. “There are none left in Phoenix; they don’t care about us anymore.”
“Well—” Cody hesitates. “We could ask around, see where they have settled down, and go cause some trouble.”
Ezra laughs out loud at that. “Are you out of your mind? They’d wipe you out of this earth before you can even say ‘sorry’. Or worse, they might just send you to England, to meet the king . . .” His penetrating blue eyes seem threatening, just like his square face framed by short brown hair.
I don’t really care about the conversation—it sounds like a whole lot of nonsense—so I take the chance to dig my nails into Jacob’s back. He shivers but tries really hard to hide it.
Cute. I can’t wait any longer.
I lean against him to whisper in his ear, while Cody and Ezra are busy arguing about Royals and whatnot. “I’m going to your bedroom. If you’re not there with me in five minutes, you can forget about fucking me. I mean it.”
Jacob holds his breath for a second, his cheeks blushing slightly. “I’ll think about it,” he whispers.
Who would have thought such a tough-looking guy could react like that to my words? I resist the urge to stick my tongue out and lick his face. He smells like absolute heaven and I wanna devour him.
I excuse myself and walk into his bedroom. Killien’s gaze meets mine before I close the door behind me. He seemscomfortable with whatever Owen and Abby are talking about, but his eyes darken when he sees me. Does he know what I’m gonna do in the bedroom? Probably.
Think about it, brother. This could be you and I, sneaking away for a little bit of fun.
As soon as I’m alone in the room, I let out a long sigh and press my back against the door. I’ve been behaving for far too long. I need to let my demons out to play, or they’ll eat me alive. There’s a certain itch in my soul that demands me to do all sorts of unholy shit. It’s always been there, but it’s gone absolutely wild since I was turned. Sometimes, I scare myself with the kind of desires I have.
But that’s pointless; they’re not going away. And if I can’t have Killien scratch that itch, it’s gonna have to be someone else. At least for now. I’m sure I’ll find a way to get him to yield—I always do. But now is not the time to focus on him.
Right now, IneedJacob.
I kick off my sneakers and sit at the end of the bed while I wait. The only window in the room is covered by a translucent grey curtain. It’s enough to give privacy, but also lets in some of the light from the streetlamp outside. The fuzzy slate grey rug underneath the bed is warm below my feet, unlike the rest of the floor that is the same tile as the rest of the apartment. Soft, warm light radiates from a single lamp on his bedside table. I take in a deep breath of his musky perfume that seems to be impregnated on everything around me.
I like that his bedroom has a very dark vibe. Walls painted deep burgundy, with one of his cool skull-and-roses paintings hanging above the black headboard. There’s not much to see besides the bed, with black covers and sheets as well, and a tall standing mirror in the corner. It seems to be perfectly placed to reflect what happens on the mattress. I huff out a little laugh at that.
Naughty.
While I stare at myself in the mirror, the door opens and Jacob steps in. The clicking sound of the lock turning makes me smile. No interruptions. Great.
I stand and close the distance between us before he can even take a step. I shove him against the door and pull him down to force my lips on his. Standing on the tips of my toes to reach his face better, I demand control of the kiss. Jacob doesn’t resist. Instead, he melts between my arms. I don’t hesitate to take what I want when I’m pushed to my limits, like I am today.
Jacob’s hands grab my waist and pull me closer. Our bodies collide as I slide one of my legs between his. I find myself grinding against his strong thigh, getting a soft groan in response. His warmth feels amazing, just like his muscles flexing as he moves with me. We’re both half-hard, stuck in a desperate race to feel each other. His mouth tastes so damn sweet that it’s driving me feral. Almost as sweet as his blood.
