Chapter Two
I looked around the giant warehouse floor at all the people, and sighed. This hadn't been fun for me in weeks. There were immortals drinking, getting high, dancing and fucking all over the place. There was also some pretty creepy shit going on in the northwest corner that looked like it might involve the type of kink you didn't walk away from without a hefty therapy bill, but I wasn't going to judge as long as everyone involved was old enough and happily consented.
I had bigger things to worry about. Like how I was going to stop being head-over-heels for Larrin's papa. Or how texting him nonsense seemed like a lot more fun than drinking and acting a fool with this lot.
Pulling my phone out, I went to my messages and pulled up Shaw's name, smiling stupidly just thinking about him.
Me: I don't feel like drinking tonight.
I looked at the time on my phone and cringed. Well, I guess it's morning. At five o'clock, this warehouse party should have been shut down a long time ago. Most of the instructors were probably getting up and heading down to get their workouts in before breakfast.
Me: I guess I wasted more time than I thought sitting around watching these idiots be crazy. I just don't want to do any of this tonight-morning.
Shaw: Then don't. Where are you?
Me: I'm at the warehouse. I came to feed, but everyone is too messed up and I'm not in the mood to get second-hand wasted.
My phone started ringing, and my stomach tingled when I saw "Shawberry" flashing across the screen.
"Hel––"
Shaw cut me off, sounding cranky. "Why the fuck do you go there to feed? Don't they have donors at the castle?"
"Already yelling at me? I'm starting to worry about this marriage." I said dryly.
"Young." His deep warning tone actually made me shudder, and I moaned as my dick filled to half-mast.
"There are only like two vampires on the whole island," I said when I didn't feel like the wind had been punched right out of me. "It wasn't feasible to keep the donors around."
"That's ridiculous. They're supposed to support immortals with special needs." He sounded so offended on my behalf, and I stupidly let it go straight to my heart.
He was just a dad, thinking about what he'd want for his son that happened to be one of my closest friends and exactly my age. I had to stop thinking that this man cared about me beyond that. His son's friend.
"Maybe, but I don't usually mind. I come eat, get a quick high that wears off within thirty minutes, and then I'm off to bigger, better things." I sighed, curling my lip at all the people around me, not finding even one of them appetizing.
If I was being honest, there was only one person on the island I wanted to feed from. But I wasn't stupid enough not to realize he was completely off limits. Even though I had no doubt the man would be absolutely delicious.
"When do you need to feed?" he growled and I shuddered again.
"Within the next couple days." I shrugged, even though I knew he couldn't see it. "I actually came here to see if I could find anything out about who sold that pill to Arik, but I thought I'd get a feeding out of the way while I was here."
"Did you find anything?"
"Arik's roommate said he got a text from the guy at about three. Cam said it didn't really make sense, but I'm a pro at reading wasted text. He said he was with some guy named Grady at the warehouse and to leave the door unlocked. I guess he planned on making it back to the castle."
The text had actually said "At then waereyouse. With Graduate. Leave doo I kicked." But drunk thumbs were fat thumbs every time.
I swallowed the knot in my throat thinking about the poor stupid guy who'd planned on getting messed up and then going back to his room to get up and start over the next day. Instead, he'd turned into some kind of gnarled looking beast and died.
I sighed, wondering if there was anyone else in this warehouse who was going to make that same mistake tonight. "Cam said he sort of remembers a guy they met last Tuesday named Grady, but he didn't have a last name."
"I'll tell Kinsey. I'm sure they already talked to the roommate, but who knows if anyone else knew what to make of that text."
I closed my eyes, wishing I could wrap myself in a blanket of Shaw's voice. I bet that would be the best and most arousing sleep I'd ever gotten.
"Young?" Shaw's voice sounded slightly irritated and I had to wonder how long he'd been trying to get my attention.
"Yeah?"
"You need to get back. No feeding off of anyone in that warehouse, you got me? Somebody could be on that drug." His tone was serious and though I normally bucked at orders, something about Shaw telling me what to do made me skin tingle.
Didn't mean I'd always do what he said, but he was probably right. "What am I going to do about feeding?"
I wasn't actually worried. I had a couple days before I started even showing signs of weakening. I just really liked messing with the man. Always had.
"Do not make me come down there and get you, Young," he growled, making me snicker.
"Okay, okay. But you might have to offer me your neck in return. You kno––"
I was interrupted by the feel of dry, almost scaly fingers gripping my upper arm, hard. "I'll feed you, handsome." The man purred. Well he tried to purr, but the coughing fit kinda killed the effect.
"Oh. Uh, no thanks," I said, trying not to cringe at the thought of putting my mouth anywhere near the dirty, clearly drugged up man in front of me.
His face pinched angrily and his hand tightened on my arm, causing his nails to dig into the skin. "Come on. I'm a fairy. I know you vamps like the taste of a fairy."
"That's nice, really," I said, trying to pull my arm from his grasp, but only making him dig his nails in harder, breaking the skin. "Ow! Dude, you need a manicure or something."
"Please," the deranged fairy said, licking his lips. "The guy I usually feed was supposed to be here tonight, but I haven't seen him yet."
He could only mean Baker. We were the only two vampires on the island that were permanent residents.
"I'm sorry, man," I said through clenched teeth as I wrestled my arm free of his grip. "I'm not into what you're offering." I took a step back, ignoring Shaw's angry shouts coming from my phone, so I could give all my attention to the BLA in front of me.
Blood Letting Addict. I'd only ever seen one other BLA in my life. Mostly because I had grown up sheltered and controlled by my parents. I wasn't allowed anywhere near the places that people like the guy standing in front of me would be hanging out.
My eyes widened as the man's body began to glow ever so slightly, letting me know he wasn't far from attacking. I hated getting zapped by fairies. It fucking burned.
"Young, if you don't fucking answer me, right now, I'm coming to that warehouse and burning the motherfucker down until I find you," I heard Shaw screaming into the phone.
I didn't have time to argue with the man's flawed logic––what good was burning the place down going to do if I was in it––because the fairy looked like he was about to go nuclear, his bluish glow getting brighter and brighter. Usually, it didn't take that long for one to build the power.
Usually, they held it just under the surface of the skin of their hands so they wouldn't have to draw it at all. It was just sitting there like a tap ready to be opened.
Whatever drugs he'd been on that night must have made his build slow.
Without thinking, I popped out of the warehouse, and right into the dimly lit room of Shaw Brenner.
"Oh fuck," I moaned, making the gloriously naked man standing in the middle of the room, facing the other direction, spin, pinning me to the spot with his gray eyes.
He didn't seem to even notice his own nakedness as he marched toward me, tossing the phone onto the bed and growling as he pulled me into his arms.
Well, this is new.
I didn't question it. I leaned into it. Soaking up his warm, naked skin with as much of my own as I could. I tucked my face into his neck and breathed deep, wondering idly if I'd ever be able to talk him into letting me feed from him. I would bet he'd be ten times more delicious than any fucking fairy.
"What the hell happened?" he growled, pulling back to look me over, eyes training on the already healing fingernail gouges in my upper arms, his fingers lightly grazing the skin and making me shudder.
"BLA. A fairy," I whispered before clearing my throat. "Looks like he's on something else, too. A man with many problems."
"BLA?" he asked, walking me over to the bed and pushing me down on the edge, bending forward to inspect my wounds further.
When he stood again, hands on his hips and a frown of his face, his flaccid dick was right fucking there, less than three feet from me, and fucking gorgeous.
I swallowed, imagining sucking it into my mouth and feeling it grow to life against my tongue. How big would it get? Would he fill my mouth too much, making my jaw ache?
"Young? Are you listening to me?" he asked, clearly irritated with me as a human.
"You're naked," I whispered.
"I'm wha…" I wished I would have recorded his expression. It would have been endlessly entertaining to pull up any time I needed a good laugh.
He frowned, blinking down at his completely naked body, eyes widening. "Shit!" Spinning quickly, he moved to the dresser, affording me with the delicious sight of his naked, perfect ass. I watched the flex and release as he walked and then bent to dig for something. I didn't stop watching when he leaned forward, putting one foot at a time into his athletic shorts.
When they were jerked up his legs and into position, he spun back around. I don't know what he saw in my face. Want? Desire? Need? I'd never wanted someone so much in my life. But it had been like that since the first time I'd seen him, so it wasn't exactly new to me.
Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes. "What is a BLA, Young?" His voice sounded edgy. Like he was just holding himself back from losing it completely.
Well, I didn't really think it warranted that kind of irritation. If you're going to swing your cock-and-balls in someone's face, you better be prepared for the consequences. In my case, they were not being able to focus on simple sentences.
I looked down his body again, my dick pulsing at the thick muscles and semi smooth skin. His shoulders were wide and his hips narrow and even through the indecently thin material of his shorts, I could see the muscle lines in his thighs.
I could also see as his dick started to grow right before my eyes, the shape of the head completely visible to my hungry eyes.
"Young!"
"Huh?" I tried to look away to meet his eyes, sure it was probably rude not to, but his cock jumped, demanding my attention back down.
He growled, stalking forward, his cock bobbing with every step until it was less than a foot from me. My fingers twitched in my lap, wanting desperately to be wrapped around the now fully erect length in front of me.
He gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze when he tilted my head back. "What is a BLA?" His voice was husky and dark as he spoke through clenched teeth. There was nothing nice about it, and neither was the almost bruising grip he had on my face.
I swallowed, blinking away as much of the lust filled haze as I could. "Blood Letting Addict," I whispered. "When a vampire bites, it can do one of three things. It can cause excruciating pain, an adrenaline high or immense, bone-deep pleasure."
Shaw shuddered, and his thumb pressed against my bottom lip, his eyes fixed where his finger was. He moved the pad along my lip, not softly, making the flesh bite almost painfully into the surface of my bottom teeth, and I felt it straight to my dick.
I didn't know if he realized what he was doing, but I didn't want him to stop. Ever.
"When a vampire finds their mate, his or her bite will cause the other person pleasure. A lot of pleasure," I said, feeling the vibrations of my own husky voice deep in my throat where Shaw had my head shoved back almost as far as it would go. "When a vampire is fighting, he or she can use their bite to cause horrible pain. But when a vampire is feeding just to feed, their bites cause an adrenaline spike in the body. It's a high for the person feeding and gives the blood a nice flavor."
Shaw grunted, nodding his head slightly as his thumb pressed against my upper lip, exposing one of my fangs. A low rumble caught my attention, and I realized he was growling lightly, but I couldn't think beyond that, when he pressed his thumb to the top of my canine and massaged down to the tip.
I whimpered, eyes rolling back in my head as pre-cum oozed from my dick.
"Does that feel good, Young?" Shaw asked, doing it again. "You look so fucking sexy right now. You always look so fucking sexy."
"Yes." I growled, breath getting choppy. "Please. I need you to kiss me." I'd never begged for a kiss before. Hell, I'd never craved one quite the way I was craving Shaw's. I needed to taste him.
"I shouldn't," he growled, lowering himself to his knees in front of me, forcing me to look down into his beautiful gargoyle gray eyes.
"You should," I whispered, grabbing the sides of his head, and lowing my mouth to his, slowly. "You really, really should."
I pressed my lips hard to his, loving the soft give of his plush mouth. Sweeping my tongue along the seam and then inside, Shaw's flavor burst against my tongue, and I melted into him, loving the way his hands latched onto my thighs, spasming.
I was fucking kissing Shaw Brenner. I was kissing my biggest fantasy since…ever. If I wasn't burning alive and thoroughly enjoying the feel of my mouth on his, I'd be doing a ridiculous happy dance right then.