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He sighs with relief. “Thank fuck.” Keeping hold of my face, his thumbs caress my cheeks. “It’s not that I don’t find you attractive,” he clarifies.
“Me neither. I mean, I think you’re hot. It was just like…” I pause, trying to think of the word.
“Numb,” he says for me.
I nod. “Yes. Like I wanted to enjoy the kiss, but I felt nothing.”
He places a soft kiss on my temple and, to my surprise, pulls me into his arms, holding me tight against him.
I hug him back. “Now this feels good,” I mumble, snuggling in.
“We could fuck without kissing?” he teases, humour clear in his voice.
I playfully jab him in the ribs. “Don’t spoil it.”
He laughs, and the sound rumbles against my ear.
“Can we just lie together and look up at the stars?” I ask.
“Sounds very romantic,” he counters.
“Fully clothed. Your dick stays in your pants,” I assert.
“Well, when you put it like that, how can I resist?” he mocks.
I slap his chest playfully. He lies down and holds out his arm for me to join him.
I grin and lie down beside him, resting my head on his chest as his fingers lazily caress my hair.
“This,” he murmurs. “This is what I miss the most,” he rasps.
I don’t lift my head to look at him, feeling the pain in his words. “Me too,” I agree.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SILAS
“You goingto sit in the corner like a miserable fucker all night?” Clutch asks as she takes a seat beside me.
“Who said I was miserable?” I counter, taking a long pull of my blood.
“Your face,” Clutch quips. “Seriously, there are enough fang bangers here for us to have two each, and you’re here sulking. Do what any other vampire would do; go fuck it out of your system.”
“I just want to be alone,” I murmur. Clutch sighs and gets to his feet, his eyes lighting up at the fang banger with huge tits approaching him. He shakes his head. “Suit yourself, but believe me, you’ll regret it. Apparently, even our undead lives are too short. Live for the now,” he says over his shoulder as he wraps an arm around her shoulders, leading her off, no doubt to his room.
Live for the now,I think to myself. He’s right. With everything going on, we may not make it to next week. We have no idea what my psychotic brother has planned. I get to my feet, moving quickly around the room, searching for her. When I don’t see her, I head to the roof. As I step onto the roof, my heart shatters, seeing her cuddled up to Cain.It’s for thebest,I tell myself, trying to shut down the pain and the anger threatening to build within me. I turn and head back down to the party and spot a fang banger eyeing me seductively. I storm through people to get to her, bend down, and throw her over my shoulder. She lets out a squeal as I march to my room. Kicking open the door, I storm in and slam it shut behind me. I drop her on my bed and begin unbuckling my belt.
“Easy, let’s get to know each other first,” she purrs.
“Shut up. Either suck my dick or get out,” I growl.
Her eyes widen in surprise. For a moment, I think she’s going to flee. Instead, she scoots to the edge of the bed before me, pulling my jeans down and freeing my semi-hard cock. She wraps her small hand around it. “I knew you would be big,” she breathes.
“Shut up and use your mouth for what I need,” I grit out. She doesn’t protest and allows me to speak to her like shit. As she wraps her lips around the tip, I lean my head back and close my eyes. Visions of Lilith wrapped around Cain flash through my mind. Anger, pain, and jealousy pump through me. I grab the woman’s hair in my fist and thrust my cock into her mouth, hard and fast, desperately using her to erase that memory. Using her for the pain, the anger I feel. But it’s not working. I shove her away and take a step back. Fear flickers across her face, but I’m too wound up to care. “Get the fuck out,” I seethe.
She scurries off the bed and runs out of my room. I stand there, my hand reaching for my chain. My fingertips graze over the smiley face pendant. My jaw is ticking, and I have no right to be angry, no right to feel anything. She was never mine to lose, never mine to have. I hear someone enter my room, the door closing behind them. “Shouldn’t you be enjoying your time with Evelynn?” I mutter, not moving, my onyx eyes fixed on a small piece of thread.
“I was, until I had to deal with a hysterical fang banger,” he states, his voice a low threat. “We don’t hurt women or children.”
