Page 10 of Accidental Blood Lust
My wolf settles inside me, practically purring like a cat, and that confuses me even more. So what if Lochlan smells good and makes my cock hard. I’m horny. It’s been months since I’ve fucked anyone and he’s a hot man. That’s all.
It doesn’t mean anything else. Now if I can convince my wolf, that would be helpful.
“Hold on.” I wrap my arms around him.
He meets my gaze, smiling sweetly. “Thanks for helping me, Roman. I won’t forget it.”
I nod, pushing away every thought but the one that gets me home as I slip us into the void.
FOUR
LOCHLAN
An intense pressure squeezes around us like we’re being forced through a pinhole. It only lasts a few seconds though before it loosens and our feet touch solid ground. I gasp instinctively, dragging in a full breath even though I don’t strictlyneedoxygen anymore.
Hey, if I don’t need oxygen, does that mean I can scuba dive without a tank? Or go into outer space? I put a pin in those thoughts and look around.
“This… isn’t what I expected the underworld to look like.” We’re standing in a hallway that feels like a strange blend of modern and medieval, with stone walls and sconces for light and rugs on the floors that are straight out of an Ikea catalog. “Where’s all the fire and brimstone? Where are the three-headed dogs? The pitchforks? Lake of fire?”
Roman chuckles and I try not to notice how the sound raises the hairs on the back of my neck in a very pleasant way.
“Grim’s around here somewhere, and the fire and brimstone are mostly outside,” he says.
“Who’s Grim?” I ask, but Roman just laughs again.
“Come on. Cassius’s room is this way.” He starts down the hallway and I hurry after him.
“Thanks again, I really mean it.” I try hard not to let my eyes wander over the broad expanse of his shoulders or his round, firm ass, which flexes with every step he takes, leading me through a winding maze of hallways.
“I’m not doing it for you,” he grunts. “Jare might not want you anymore, but he’ll be heartbroken if you let yourself die because you’re too stupid to be a proper vampire.”
My gut clenches and a familiar feeling pulses in my chest. It’s the same feeling I had the night I decided to go to a supernatural bar, grab the first vampire I saw, and beg him to turn me.
“You love him.” My fangs lengthen instinctively, making my words sound slightly obscured, but I know Roman heard me just fine.
He doesn’t break his stride, doesn’t even turn around to look at me.
“I’ve always loved Jareth,” he says.
“He’s mine,” I growl.
Roman barks out a laugh and finally slows down before turning around to face me with an infuriatingly smug expression written all over his gorgeous, lickable, perfect face. Fuck, why do I want to rip his throat out and ride his cock at the same time? What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Hate to break it to you, man, but he’s not yours anymore either.”
I lunge at him, but he’s surprisingly fast. He catches me by the throat with one hand, that damn smirk still on his face, and he holds me at arm’s length. He reaches out with his other hand and knocks on a door I hadn’t even noticed we were standing in front of. There’s less than a second between Roman’s knock and the door swinging open to allow a lithe, pale man to step out. I sniff, and the overly sweet stench of another vampire obscures the warm, spicy, mouthwatering smell that’s pouring off ofRoman for just a second before the wolf is all I can smell again. But it’s enough to let me know that this must be Cassius.
He’s perfect. He looks like he stepped right off the pages of a vampire novel with his elegant, Gothic attire and a look of bored amusement on his flawless face. He cocks his head, taking in the scene happening outside of his bedroom door: Roman’s hand wrapped around my throat, my fangs out, both of us reeking of a mixture of arousal and contempt.
“What do we have here, Wolfie? A present for little old me?”
“Cas, this is Lochlan. He’s a dumbass who got himself turned into a vampire and doesn’t know the first thing about how to survive. Do me a favor and help him out?”
“Hm.” Cas steps closer, examining me like I’m a piece of art he’s considering buying. “Why?”
“He’s important to Jareth,” Roman grunts, finally letting go of my throat.
Cas’s lips curl into a wicked smile that’s all teeth. “The mysterious Jareth, huh? Well… I suppose I have time. Come along, kitten.” He disappears back into his room, leaving the door open.
