He pressed in closer, lining his body up against mine, bringing his warmth. “Maybe if we play a little, you’ll remember who you are.”
I let my head fall back against the wall with a thunk. Scotty’s grip tightened for a second before he caressed his fingers under my shirt, over my pale skin, to my shoulder blades. “I’m scared I’ll hurt you,” I admitted.
He hummed in the back of his throat. “No, you won’t. You didn’t scare me before, and I’m not afraid of you now.” He pushed his hips into mine, grinding his steely length against mine. “You’re not scared of me, though, are you, Ego?” he whispered.
A hiss escaped me as I wrapped my hands around Scotty’s waist, and I picked him up easily. I’d never been a gym rat, considering the time I spent on stage was my main workout, and then the yoga Elyse had convinced me to start doing supplementing that, so I wasn’t used to picking up grown men. But Scotty’s weight felt like lifting a feather. “You’re so light.”
He chuckled. “You sound so amazed.” With eyes twinkling with amusement, he cupped my face between his hands. “And while I’m not the biggest guy, I’m not light. You’re just that strong now.”
Strong. I’d never been strong before. I was an artist—a musician—obsessed with having a guitar in my hands instead of weights. I’d never been interested in anything that pulled me away from creating music. There’d been so many times in my childhood where I’d wished I was strong—more capable of defending myself in some way—but that had never been me.
“Ego?” The question in Scotty’s voice drew me out of my introspection and back to the young man in my literal hands.
“Are you sure that you want to?—”
He cut me off with the press of his tongue into my mouth. Holy shit. Never in a million years would I have expected the sweet-to-everyone-but-me, sort of shy guy who worked at the manor to be this aggressive.
“Shit,” he said, yanking his mouth from mine. “Was that okay? I figured since you were?—”
It was my turn to cut him off, pressing my lips to his and swiping my tongue into the moist heat of his mouth. His hands moved from the side of my head, plunging into my hair to tangle his fingers through the strands while we ate at each other.
Deciding to go into my room, I took one step—at least I thought I did—before I found us at the side of my bed. Scotty chuckled against my lips. “Holy shit, you move fast.”
I did. I mean, I knew I could do that. I’d blurred across the room a couple of times before. Not purposely, and generally because Scotty said something that pissed me off or made me uncomfortable, but…Lysandro was right. This wasn’t control; it was just a byproduct of my transformation that I hadn’t learned how to operate in yet.
“You’re thinking too hard,” Scotty said, flopping backward in my grip. I didn’t drop him, but followed his momentum, letting him fall carefully onto my mattress. He was so beautiful with his messy, untamed hair and the stud twinkling at me. “What are you waiting for?”
I huffed, ready to fall on him and devour him when I stopped myself. Would my weight crush him? I didn’t look any different; in fact, I’d always thought that Scotty and I would be pretty evenly matched, but that was before. Did my strength now correlate with extra, invisible body mass? The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.
Scotty leaned up on his elbows. “If you don’t want to do this, Ego, we don’t have to.”
I licked my…holy shit. I was licking my long, pointy canine. What was I thinking? I couldn’t do this. “I want to. I want you, but…” I huffed and sat down at the end of the bed, dropping my head into my hands. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
A second later, Scotty’s hands gently gripped my shoulders. “I’ve seen all the gossip online, Ego. Your only requirement for sex seemed to be a warm body.” He chuckled, but he had me so tied up that I missed the joke. “I’m pretty sure you know exactly what you’re doing,” he finished, sucking my earlobe into his tongue.
Shivering at the sensation, I bit back a moan. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He trailed kisses around the back of my neck until he reached my other ear where he whispered, “I don’t mind a little pain.”
“Fuck, Scotty!” I growled, prying myself out of his hands to stand at the foot of the bed and glare down at him. “Have you not noticed these?”
I opened my mouth to show him my fangs, and a hiss escaped my lips unbidden. Heat flared in Scotty’s eyes as he stared up at me in what looked like awe.
“You really do have a vampire kink, don’t you?”
He nodded, licking his lips. “And shifters. There’s something so sexy about both.”
My back went up at the mention of shifters. “Have you ever met one?”
Instead of answering me, he rose to his feet. “Can I see them again?”
“See what?” I asked, playing dumb. Now that my momentary lapse of temper was over, I couldn’t believe I’d shown him those.
He slinked closer, and I was torn between wanting to run from the room and wanting to get back to why we’d originally come up here.
“Come on, Ego. Let me see.” He flexed his index finger. “I want to touch them.” I shook my head, and he pressed his chest to mine. “I already felt them with my tongue, you know?”
I swallowed hard. “I…I’m sorry.”
