Page 7 of Accidental Blood Lust
I dart off in the direction of the club, making it there in mere minutes with my new speed, and I’m not even out of breath. So cool.
When I enter, I get the same vibe I did yesterday, so at least I can count on this place being familiar. I stalk through the club, sniffing the air, hoping to find a wolf shifter in the midst of all these bodies, but it’s too jumbled up. All the pheromones mix into a heady scent, making it too difficult for me to isolate anything, but then I catch it again.
Briefly, just a hint, drawing me to the dance floor. It’s feral, masculine, and so intoxicating that my dick plumps the closer I get to it.
I’m jostled around by the many people and beings moving to the rhythmic beat playing, and my skin becomes more sensitive with each unintentional touch. I twist around and slam into a wall of muscle, then slowly look up. My nose tickles as my stomach does somersaults.
Gods. It can’t be.
“You.” His brow furrows, his gaze piercing straight through me even in the dimly lit club.
I inhale sharply, swaying slightly. Him. He’s the source of that compelling scent.
“Roman?”
He nods, looking over my shoulder. “Lochlan, right?”
“Yes.”
“Is Jareth here with you?”
I shake my head. “I was looking for you.” I laugh awkwardly. “I found you.”
“You were looking for me?”
I don’t remember him being this gorgeous before, but I was watching their interaction from a distance. He’s so muscular and manly. He’s absolutely incredible.
My insides twist with guilt. I love Jareth, but I can’t deny that there’s some kind of pull between me and Roman.
“I need your help,” I manage. “I’m desperate.”
“What’s wrong? Is Jareth hurt?”
“It’s not about Jareth. Well, it is, but…” I blow out a breath. “He’s not hurt. He’s fine.”
He scowls slightly. “What the hell could you need from me?”
“I fucked up. Massively. You might be the only one who can help me fix it.”
ROMAN
I’m really fuckingconfused right now.
I’ve met this man, and I know for damn sure he wasn’t a vampire then. Jareth hates vampires and would never knowingly date one. Was Lochlan attacked and forced to turn? Did Jareth turn him away because of it? And why the fuck does he smell so damn delicious?
“What happened?” I ask.
“I did a dumb thing.”
“Come on. It’s hard to hear you over the noise.” I grab Lochlan’s arm and lead him to a section with some love seats.
As I sit beside him, the urge to touch him again, anywhere, is strong, and for once in recent months, my wolf seems to be very much on board with the idea, judging by my thickening cock and intent focus. Which makes absolutely no sense. I didn’tlike Lochlan when I met him, although I know now that it was jealousy because he had something I could never have, but why am I so drawn to him right now?
Lochlan wrings his hands together, biting his bottom lip, and I catch the fangs poking out.
“You’re a vampire now.”
Lochlan nods. “Yes. I got myself turned.”
