Page 16 of Quintus

Quintus rubbed the back of his hand across his lips and gave a final warning before heading toward his office. “Don’t touch her.”

“No worries. How ‘bout you do me a favor? Eat something. You get mean when you’re hangry.”

As Quintus entered his office, his stomach turned at the sight of the naked woman who lay waiting for him on the sofa. She smiled at him, and he forced the corners of his mouth upward. He’d never gone to feed while thinking of another woman, yet as he drew closer his mind flooded with thoughts of Gabriella.

“Put your clothes on,” he commented, aware extras were included with a feeding. His bite, a natural aphrodisiac, elicited arousal, orgasm, ensuring the donor’s pleasure.

She abruptly sat upward. “Are you not pleased with my body? I can call another donor for you.”

“You’re fine.” Quintus registered the flash of hurt in her eyes and quickly recovered. “It’s not you. You’re lovely. I’m short on time. I need to make this quick.”

Quintus sat back into the sofa and laid the back of his head onto the crushed velvet. He gave a sigh as she fumbled to pick up her dress. He closed his eyes, picturing his lovely witch, recalling the succulent taste of her rich blood. Quintus dropped his fangs, the bitter hunger seizing his chest. His eyes flashed open, trained on the donor’s neck.

“Leave it,” he ordered, and she promptly dropped the garment. “Stay right there.”

She slowly reclined back onto the sofa, her knees spread open, exposing her pussy. The sight of her laid out didn’t as much as stir a twitch of blood to his dick, but her pulse fueled his hunger. He reached for her, bringing his lips to her neck. “Just relax.”

As his fangs sliced into her skin, he attempted to ignore the sound of her moaning in ecstasy. He gorged on the tasteless fluid, his body regenerating itself with the healing essence. Quintus lapped at the wounds, racing to finish. Her hand wrapped around his wrist, bringing his fingers to her fleshy breast. The scent of her arousal filled the room and as his eyes opened, she writhed in orgasm beneath him.

The high-pitched sound of her cries for more were drowned out as Quintus sensed his witch. His eyes flashed to meet Gabriella’s. Her jealousy flared over him like fire, and quickly shut off, as if she commanded her emotions with a spigot.

“I need to feed,” he explained, his voice calm as he concealed his rage. Where the hell is Viktor? How did she get into his office without him hearing?

“I…I…we were just…” Gabriella stared at the woman who lay beneath him. With her legs spread wide open, the donor fingered herself, still reeling from her climax. “I should have never been with you. I’ve got to get out of here.”

Quintus stood, and strode toward her. His gaze painted over her body, noting she’d dressed in his clothing. Her figure swam in a button-down shirt, a pair of boxer briefs peeking through the bottom. “This is not how it appears.”

“No, I think it is. I don’t know what I was thinking…” Gabriella shook her head, and stared at the donor. “Whatever. You’re a vampire. I should have known you were like all the rest. Go ahead, fuck her. I’ll find someone else to save me. I need an ancient one. It doesn’t have to be you. I’ll ask Viktor.”

Jealousy tore through him at the mention of his brother. He materialized to her, coming within inches of her skin. He dropped his fangs and hissed. She bravely faced him, the pounding beat of her heart echoing in his ears.

“I told you I’d help you. Not Viktor. This.” His eyes went to the donor who struggled to pull her dress over her head. “She’s nothing but food. I am vampire. I cannot change what I am.”

“You could have…No. Forget it. I’ve never let a vampire bite me. Never will.” Gabriella went to turn but he flashed behind her, blocking her from leaving.

“What’s happening here is nothing,” he said, his voice raised.

“Are you for real? Um, yeah. I’m pretty sure she just came all over your couch. And you know what? It doesn’t matter. Whatever we just did upstairs…” Her cheeks turned red and she shook her head. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. You still want to help me? Fine, but don’t ever touch me again.”

“You do not wear jealousy well, bella.”

“Stop calling me that. My name is Gabriella. And if you had wanted to eat…ah Goddess, it really doesn’t matter. I’m the one who saved you, so fine, you think you owe me? Then just help me. I just can’t. I just thought that you…and me…I told you things…”

“Things are not always how they appear. You will understand this one day.”

“Viktor was right about something. I need to eat. I’ll take my food upstairs. And then I’m getting out of here. You can help or not. I don’t care.”

Quintus didn’t stop her from leaving his office. As she brushed by him and her arm grazed his, guilt weighed heavily upon him. She deliberately kept her emotions open to him. The pain emanated from her, pulsing through him like poison.

He blew out a breath, and tore off his t-shirt, desperate to eradicate the scent of the donor from his nostrils. “Viktor!”

His brother immediately materialized in front of him. “What’s up?”

“What the fuck? I told you to feed Gabby. And she was just in here.”

“My bad. I needed to flash for a sec. Ya know I got my own shit. But I did feed her. As soon as you left, she came down to the kitchen.”

“What the fuck could be more important than my witch?” he growled, angry with both himself and Viktor.