Page 30 of Accidental Blood Lust
They put their heads back together and actually drop their voices to whispers this time so I can’t quite make out the words, but it sounds like they’re arguing. Finally, the red one huffs and marches back towards the main door.
“Is he going to get Roman?” I ask.
The blue one grunts in response, crossing his arms over his massive chest and flexing. I stifle the urge to laugh at the display. Sure, big guy, you’re in charge here. Whatever you say, as long as I get to speak to Roman. Hopefully fast.
ROMAN
I don’t knowhow long it took me to finally fall asleep after Lochlan came to visit me. I jerked off twice, took a cold shower when my dick was still fucking hard, then tossed and turned for a while. It couldn’t have been that long ago that I drifted off, so I think the growl that tears from my throat when a knock at my door jolts me awake is completely justified.
“Go the fuck away,” I snarl, rolling over and putting a pillow over my head.
I’m expecting to hear a snarky response from either Mac or Cassius on the other side of the door, or maybe another plea from Lochlan for us to talk about what happened. What does he want me to say about it? Does he want me to tell him that we’re fated mates and that we’re going to break Jareth’s heart? Does he want me to drag him into my bed and pick up where we left off? I groan at the thought and press the pillow harder againstmy head to try to clear the image. It’s no use. My dick is already swelling again, and my wolf is rumbling with impatience.
Instead of any of that though, I get a different response.
“Sorry, Roman, but we caught a mage outside, and he says he knows you.” It’s Euroth, one of the lesser demon guards who patrols the grounds of the compound, more for show than anything considering in all the years I’ve been here, we’ve never had any kind of trespasser and rarely any visitors.
I sit bolt upright in bed, letting my pillow tumble to the floor.
“A mage?” I choke, already scrambling to throw my covers off and pull on the same pair of sweatpants I wore earlier, last night, whenever the hell it was that I went to Loch’s room and let him feed on me before kissing the hell out of him.
“Yes, a mage. Silver hair, lavender scent,” he says.
I fling the door open, not bothering with a shirt.
“Take me to him,” I demand. Euroth nods and leads the way. “Is he hurt? Did you and Tezrias do anything to him?” I growl.
He chuckles. “He threw up a shield before we could get within five feet of him. He seemed fine, just pushy and nervous about something. He said it was urgent.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, picking up my pace to a jog, leaving Euroth to catch up. I can’t imagine what would be urgent enough for Jare to try that spell I gave him ages ago and come down here looking for me, but it can’t be good.
I burst out the front door and jog down the stone steps. Jareth looks impatient, pacing on the stone walkway while Tezrias stands a few feet away “guarding” him. When I’m not so worried about him, I’m going to have a good laugh about the fact that he bruised two demons’ egos with his shield.
“Jare,” I call out. He stops pacing and spins to face me, relief washing over his face. My instinct to wrap my arms around him and scent him just like I always do is tempered by the acidic guiltchurning in my stomach. If he knew what happened between me and Loch, would he want me touching him at all?
I reach him and shove my hands into my pockets instead of grabbing him. He blinks in surprise and frowns, but then he shakes his head and seems to focus on the reason he’s here.
“I need to talk to you. I think Lochlan is in trouble.”
His words feel like a punch to the gut.
“What?”
Loch can’t be in trouble. He can’t. Fur ripples over my skin and I can feel my teeth sharpening, my wolf pushing towards the surface while my pulse thunders in my ears and Jare’s words repeat on a loop in my head.Lochlan is in trouble. Lochlan is in trouble. Lochlan is in trouble.
Jareth steps back, shock and confusion written all over his face as I take a few deep breaths and pull myself together, wrangling my wolf back into submission.
“What the fuck is going on, Roman?” he demands. “I got aweirdreading from my tea leaves that told me that Loch was in danger, and then I get here and you’re being even more strange. I’m about to freak out if you don’t tell me what the fuck is happening right now.”
“It’s fine,” I say through gritted teeth. “Let’s go check Loch’s room first. Maybe he’s just… upset or something and that’s the reading you got.”
I don’t know if I believe that, but we have to at least check before we go off half-cocked into the underworld looking for a rogue vampire. Jare gives me a skeptical look but follows me back inside. I keep my pace in check since he doesn’t have any of the physical benefits like super speed or stamina that I do, and I lead him through the winding hallways of the compound.
“This place is somehow exactly how I pictured it,” he murmurs.
I chuckle. “I’d give you a proper tour, but…”
“Next time.” He finishes the thought for me and I nod, slowing to a stop when we reach Loch’s room.
