It takes a while for me to unwind again, but Damien does a great job at keeping Clara busy while she sips on her drink. Her mind is a mess of desire for both of us, as if she simply can’t choose who she likes the most. We have her right where we need her.
“Hey, Clara . . .” Damien leans closer to her, his voice turning almost too soft to hear between the constant hum of voices, clinking of glasses, and rock music in the background. “Wanna come with us?”
“Uh—” She giggles and tries to hide her smile with the half-empty glass. “Where to?”
“I dunno—we can hang out in our car, watch the stars or something.” Damien moves just a little bit closer, brushing hisknee against her thigh. He rolls his lip ring with his tongue, which Clara can’t take her eyes off.
Me either, apparently.
For fuck’s sake.
Our prey pretends to be thinking about it for a few seconds, her eyes darting across the crowd and the dark walls. She has already made her decision, though. We let Clara play her game until she finally nods.
Easy peasy.
Three
Damien
Igot him! I got him good.
Finally. That took too long, seriously. I was starting to grow desperate. And I do reckless shit when I’m desperate.
Killien seems a little bit uneasy as he drives out of Phoenix, searching for a secluded area in the desert. He’s been nervous since I climbed on the back seat of our ten-year-old Jeep Grand Cherokee with Clara.
Bet you weren’t expecting that, brother, huh?
It took me long enough to create a plan that would actually work, but I have to pat myself on the back for this. It turned out exactly like I wanted: he chose a victim he’s sexually attracted to.Now, I just have to follow through, and he’ll be eating from my hand in no time.
To be honest, I’ve also struggled with my feelings for him. Well—maybe a little. A while ago. I’m a bit fucked-up in the head, you know? Part of me has always wanted Killien, but I kept it muzzled and shut away, in the very depths of my black little heart. Like the good boy I never was, really.
So, I do understand why he’s been trying to fight the magnetic attraction between us. The fact that he feels it too became obvious after we were turned. It’s in the way he looks at me, in the way he gets tense when I’m close. I used to fight so hard to keep it all to myself, but as soon as his eyes started lingering on me for longer than usual, I lost control.
The thing is—since I was turned, I can’t force myself to give a fuck anymore. I kill humans and I enjoy it way too much. Sometimes, I kill just for the thrill rather than for blood. I’ve turned sadistic; I take too much pleasure in causing pain. Maybe just as much as I enjoy enduring it. It’s like I’ve finally let loose.
If I want him, and he wants me too, then there’s no need to fight it anymore. I’m no longer pretending to be good. It’s exhausting, especially if I’m gonna live forever. I don’t wanna do that for the rest of eternity, so I just embrace all my fucked-up and twisted ideas. I let my mind run wild, and it does. Like right now.
My hands are making their way up Clara’s thighs, slowly getting underneath her short skirt. I do it little by little, up and down, teasing her, making her bristle under my touch. The whole car smells of her arousal. She’s having the night of her life, and I haven’t even touched farther than her thigh yet.
Freaking delicious.
See, I used to show no interest in girls. You wouldn’t catch me looking at boobs or feminine shapes.Ever.But since being turned . . . I like everything. I want everyone. And I fucking loveeating pussy as much as I love a dick down my throat. It all feels great—I love sex. And blood. And violence.
My cock is getting way too excited with all those thoughts and the pretty girl next to me. It’s been half-hard the entire night, anyway. Mostly because I always knew how this was going to end. Also, because I made Killien doexactlywhat I wanted him to, setting my plan right into action. And now, I’m putting on one hell of a show for him.
I’m gonna break you, Killi, one way or another.
I know he feels the pull between our bodies too. I see it in his gaze. But he’s been playing hard to get, the asshole. He hasn’t caved in so far. Not when I walk around almost naked, or when I get uncomfortably close.
Tonight he’s finally giving in though, whether he likes it or not. Clara will make it happen. I’m not gonna live with this soul-crushing desire for all eternity. And neither is he. That’s torture, and not the good kind.
I lean over Clara and press my lips against hers. She gasps, more aroused than surprised, I’d say. She tastes pretty good; I bet her blood will too. She’s all soft and squishy, and she lets me dominate the kiss. Killien has made a good choice, certainly. He’s in for a real fucking treat.
He looks at us in the rearview mirror, kinda shocked. He better find a good spot to park the SUV, because I’m way too horny to wait much longer. But I’ll be patient for him. I’m gonna hold on as much as I can. I’ll keep kissing this pretty girl for him to watch, even if my dick hurts in the prison of my skinny jeans.
I know he loves what he sees. I can smell it on his sweaty hands, spreading his citrusy-sweet scent around. My beautiful stepbrother, Killien Taylor, with his soft ginger hair in a neat undercut that suits him perfectly. He hides his body way too much for someone who worked hard for it for years. He’s all firmand toned, but has the face of an angel.Myginger angel. I can’t pretend not to want him anymore.
Killien parks in a deserted area, away from prying eyes and with a nice view of the desert wilderness. His brown eyes are glued to the rearview mirror, staring at what I’m doing in disbelief, with a cute frown that accentuates his thick dark eyebrows.
