Page 26 of Accidental Blood Lust
Lochlan’s face screws up with anger. “He dumped me. He won’t care.”
“Come on, Loch. You know he didn’t end things because there weren’t feelings. He still cares for you or he wouldn’t have fed you. I can’t be selfish.”
He crosses his arms over his chest and pops his bottom lip in a pout. Adorable. “Maybe you could talk to me instead of whatever the heck that just was.”
“That was a mistake.” My wolf thrashes, clearly disagreeing with me.
Lochlan’s irises turn pink at the edges as he studies my face, then he inhales deeply, his eyelids fluttering. Of course he can smell my arousal, and trying to deny its existence would be futile.
“You want me.”
“I’m attracted to you.”
“But how? You hate me.”
“I don’t,” I blurt quickly, spurred on by my wolf. “But it can’t happen. You still love Jare too, right?”
“Yes,” he whispers. “But I blew it and he won’t forgive me and I don’t even know why. I know he doesn’t like vampires, but I thought because it was me, it would be different. I thought maybe we could have an amazing life. Not anymore.”
He doesn’t know and it wouldn’t be right for me to tell him why Jareth is so broken up over this.
“You should get some sleep. I apologize for disturbing you.”
“Why is it different with you and Jare? Feeding, I mean. I can barely stomach the scent of blood unless it’s him or you. Do you know why?”
I know why it works with me, but I don’t have a clue why it works with him and Jare. I shake my head, taking the cowardly route.
“Maybe because you feel comfortable with us.” Ugh, what a cop-out.
“You’re not telling the truth. I can smell it when your scent changes.”
“Of course you can,” I mumble. “Loch, please, I’m doing what I think is best for everyone. Can you just let it go?”
He drags his bottom lip through his teeth, briefly displaying his sharp, gleaming white fangs. Gods, he’s a beautiful vampire.
“Okay, Roman. I’ll leave. I’m such a fuck up,” he mutters that last part.
“No.” I grab his arm against my best judgment. Touching him in any way is a bad idea, but I can’t let him walk away defeated. “You’re wonderful, and it’ll work out. Somehow.”
He gently pulls his arm away. “You don’t believe that, but it’s okay. I’ll go now.”
I watch him walk back to his room with his head down. My wolf is absolutely losing it, whimpering and thrashing, urging me to follow Loch, and if there was any doubt left that the man is my mate, it would be clear now.
I have to talk to Jareth, but what the fuck do I say? “Hey, funny story, fate is an asshole?” “I fed the man you love and it felt like paradise?” “Would you consider a threesome?”
I close my door and shuffle back to bed, no happier than I was when I got up a while ago. I have no idea what to do next orhow to calm my wolf, but I know that climbing into Loch’s bed would be the worst thing I could do.
I squeeze my hard cock, blowing out a frustrated breath and mentally trying to soothe my wolf. He wants Loch close again, his weight on my lap, his teeth in my neck, taking what he needs and knowing that I’ll always take care of him.
Ugh. I am so fucked.
JARETH
I can’t sleep.
It’s the second night in a row, so instead of tossing and turning like I did last night, I’ve decided to sit under the moon with my tea leaves. I need to know how Lochlan is doing.
Digging into my velvet pouch, I pull out a couple of the strands of Lochlan’s hair that I’ve carefully gathered each time I find some in my home. I never knew I’d be using them for a spell like this, but I’m desperate.
