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He had never apologized for that, not really. He had only told me once that he hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it did. Yeah, right.
I went back to my seat and stared at my glass. When I finally looked up Cameron was leaning back on the couch, his eyes closed, and his wrist to Kristin’s mouth. Her eyes were open, but she stared at the floor, and I felt nothing coming from her. No desire, no undeniable urges.
Cameron opened his eyes to me, and I saw desire in them, but it wasn’t for my sister. No, the way he stared at me told me that he still wanted me. For a moment I was powerless to stop the urges within me, and let myself soak that in. Cameron and I had always been good together in bed. We had excelled at that. It was everything else in our relationship that had sucked. Once upon a time he had loved my free spirit, loved that I did what I wanted when I wanted to, but then he changed. He said I was being reckless, bringing undue danger to not only my life, but to my sister’s too.
That was the start of our downfall, because it didn’t stop me. In fact, it made me even more reckless. It was after he left, that I finally came around. Not immediately, no—for a while I had been hell bent on destruction, but eight years later when Alex died, I had finally come around. I knew that my sister needed me, and my life changed.
Now as we stared at one another, I wondered if things could have been different for us. Could we have gotten through it? Would there ever be a future with us again? I doubted that, just for the blood reason alone. Not after witnessing what Josh just went through.
Kristin finally lifted her head, removed her fangs from Cameron’s arm, and licked the punctures. She smiled to him, said thank you, and then stood. “I’m going to go check on Joshua.”
After the door closed, I felt the charged air of the room. The sexual tension left over by the feeding. In the whole time that my sister had fed from Cameron, she had not felt one thing besides thankfulness.
I tipped my glass back, swallowing the liquor quickly and then going to the bar to put my glass on it. Nothing had been spoken between us, but as I walked to the door, I felt him following me.
We stepped out, and I turned toward my door. The moment it was open Cameron pushed me inside and against the wall. His mouth crashing over mine in an urgency I had never felt come from him.
The sexual tension from the other room had followed us, and it was all I could do not to tear his clothing from his body. His hands, so well-known to my body were everywhere, and he was tugging my skirt up with one hand while he braced our bodies against the wall with the other.
I yanked at his waistband, undoing his belt, tearing his zipper down and freeing him. Jesus, I loved that the man never wore underwear—something we had in common. His silky cock jumped forward and I grasp it hard enough to make him wince.
My skirt was around my waist, when he brought his hands to my ass and lifted me. My legs locked around his hips as I impaled myself on him. My head immediately going back and bouncing off the wall behind me. His lips running down my neck. Part of me wanted to beg him to take my vein, when I felt his fangs graze my skin, another part of me began to panic, and I quickly yanked his head to the side and struck at his neck.
Yes, he had just fed my sister, but I needed him in that moment. I had to have his life essence rushing through my heart with each beat. I pulled once, twice as he slammed into me. Our bodies bounced off the wall, and I heard the drywall crack—felt the give of the material against my back.
I savored the taste of him and pulled a third time as the two of us hit that explosive moment, and I whimpered into his neck. He stopped moving and I removed my fangs, licking the site to close it, and rested my forehead on his shoulder as my heart calmed.
He let my legs slip to the ground, and then helped me get my skirt situated again before he pushed himself back inside his pants and zipped himself up. He stared at me once he was done, his eyes jumping from one of mine to the other, so many emotions were bouncing around inside his gaze, but before I could comprehend them, he leaned forward and kissed my lips once, tenderly.
Then he spun and was out the door without a word. I stood on shaky legs, staring at the closed door, and blinking back tears. I didn’t want to still love the man, but I did.
Chapter 13 – Kristin
Ifelt nothing formyself as I fed from Cameron. Not the building sexual lust that normally came with it, and not the sense of urgency that I usually felt. It was merely nourishment for me. As if I were enjoying my favorite food in the dining room floors below.
I did however feel the restlessness growing in the room between Cameron and Angelina, and that is why I excused myself so quickly once I was finished. Angelina didn’t want to admit it, but she still had feelings for him, and it was obvious that he returned those.
Ryker was with Joshua when I let myself into his smaller apartment beside mine. The television was on in the bedroom, and Ryker was kicked back on the bed, watching a hockey game.
“How is he?”
He clambered off the bed, “Mistress,” He nodded toward me and then glanced back at Josh, “He seems to be healing. He’s not sweating as badly as he was.”
“Okay, you can go. I’ll stay with him.”
