The other heat.
He tasted good, and I was ready to sink my fangs into his neck, but for some reason the urge wasn't as intense as I expected it to be. The heat rushed through my core. His pulse skyrocketed and I felt it, sensing his arousal. He brushed his fingers over my buttocks, pulling me closer to his body.
Damn it, I had no idea what I was doing, but this felt so good. I could smell his blood when he was kissing me. I could tell, even now, that it was sweet and thick. I wanted to taste him so badly. His tongue was thoroughly exploring my mouth and I moaned when he pushed his hard erection against my navel.
"Hmm, Jay, you taste good for a vampire," he muttered and then kissed me harder. My breath was shallow as desire overwhelmed me slowly. The heat from his body was addictive and with Jason, there were no flashbacks, no nonsense like it was with …
Crap, I wasn't supposed to be thinking about pretty boy when I was making out with the hot shifter, but for some reason I couldn't help myself.
Pressure started building inside of me that was ten times more powerful than when Lachlan made me come using his skilled fingers. I never cared much about the opposite sex, but since arriving to Moonlight, I had definitely changed my perspective. Jason pushed his hips tightly against mine. He was rubbing himself over my sex.
However, I was distracted by the fact that we were so close to my dorm room. We were too exposed here, anyone could walk in on us, but maybe that's what made this whole thing much more exciting. His lips were smooth as his mouth ran down the side of my neck, then he started planting little kisses along my collar bone. I shut my eyes, imagining taking control, and moaned loudly, unable to form any other coherent response. Jason was a third year student; he was much more mature than I was.
We had material art classes together. My friend Karina pushed me to talk to him. I wasn't particularly forward but I found him attractive, so I told myself that there nothing wrong with having a bit of fun. Jason must have thought the same thing, because he came over and started flirting with me almost straight away. Surprisingly we had a lot of things in common, but making out in the corridors was by far the most entertaining experience. The dreams about the hot Scot were still haunting me most nights.
Oldman hadn't revealed any further information about the undercover operation that I was supposed to go on with Lachlan. I was still waiting. It had been two months since we all returned from that mission in Moscow. I was trying to dive back into the new routine in school; attend all my classes and get used to the fact that pretty boy wasn't planning to leave me alone.
I needed to taste Jason's blood. We hadn't discussed the boundaries yet but I was certain that he wouldn't mind. His hands cupped my breasts as I slid my hand down to his crotch, trying to undo his jeans. He was so damn hard.
"I need to taste you," I whispered into his ear and his muscles tensed instantly. Was he a little afraid of me or of the unknown?
I didn't sense any fear but he'd probably never made out with a vampire before, so he must have been apprehensive.
"Fuck it, yeah, bite me Jaymin," he said.
He didn't have to tell me twice; I was so fucking aroused that my fangs descended instantly. My throat tickled and more heat rushed through my core. Moments later, I sunk my fangs into his neck, feeling his hard cock between my legs. At that point he started panting. There was only a thin layer of clothes now separating us.
Jason tasted divine. I began drinking his blood while he growled and moaned. His blood tasted incredibly salty. I stopped for a moment, wondering if I was truly enjoying him.
He growled again, encouraging me to keep going, and I still wasn't sure if that was a good idea. After a moment the blood tasted surprisingly better, but I couldn't compare it to Lachlan's. His was rich, silky and just addictive. I hadn't tasted anyone else since the pretty boy and right then my taste buds were going crazy. However, the fae part of me hated this whole act.
The other part of me was afraid of these primal instincts. I was getting a little self—conscious, I wasn't that evil night creature that hunted humans.
I was so aroused when he started rolling his finger over my pert nipple, my moaning in rhythm with his touch. I had to pull away for a moment to gather myself, then took a step back.
My head was spinning a little too and Jason's pupils were fully dilated. Blood was spilling down my mouth, so I quickly wiped it away. Damn it, I wasn't planning to do this at all. Now I felt a little embarrassed that I'd lost control.
"What's wrong? You didn't have to stop babe," he said, trying to bring me closer to him again. I didn't know why I'd stopped at first but then we both sensed someone else in the hall.
"I should go," I said and then quickly added. "I shouldn't have bit you Jason, I'm sorry."
I rubbed my forehead, feeling silly that I decided to do this here, where anyone could have seen us. Karina may have encouraged me to go flirt with Jason but I didn't have to listen to her. I was socially awkward. I had no idea how these things worked exactly, but after I'd pressed my lips to Jason's everything just came naturally.
Karina was much more experienced than I was. She knew how to work men; she used her skills to make them do whatever she wanted. I couldn't have imagined being as confident as her.
"What? No, that's totally cool babe," Jason answered, trying to grab my hand. I wanted to walk away. I quickly turned around and just then, in the distance, I saw Lachlan approaching.
Damn it. He could probably sense my blood from here, probably from miles away.
My knees nearly gave out under the weight of my body. What the hell was he doing here?
His dorm was on the other side of the school, and luckily, he was far away from me. I hoped that Jason wasn't going to be stupid enough to try to catch up with me.
"Hey beautiful, having fun are we?" the handsome Scot asked, narrowing his eyes and glancing behind me. My insides started to turn and my heartbeat picked up instantly. Damn it, he obviously sensed that just a second ago I was making out with a shifter. I didn't have to explain myself to him, but I didn't want everyone within the academy building knowing my business either.
"Yes, always. What do you want Lachlan? I'm kind of busy," I told him, wanting to vanish inside my room just as Jason caught up with me.
My lipstick was all over his neck, oh well, too bad. It was a done deal. I couldn't do anything else now. Pretty boy gave me a long intense look. He seemed annoyed. This wasn't the reaction that I expected from him.
"Alright bro," Jason said, greeting him. The shifter winked at me and then moved past us. He didn't say anything else and I was so relieved that he'd just walked away.
An unexpected wave of heat rushed through my core. My breath was unsteady, and as a vampire Lachlan sensed everything. The awkward silence stretched for a little while. Heavy tension settled between us. I didn't know why he was here and I didn't care. We weren't an item, so I didn't have to explain myself to him. I'd never promised him anything.
"So…you and the shifter. I thought you had standards, hen," he said in the tone of voice that indicated that he was slightly jealous and possessive of me. Lachlan was so damned handsome I didn't want to take my eyes off him. His wide blue eyes were scanning my body and I was getting even more turned on.
Earlier on Karina insisted that I wear this red lipstick and I'd listened.
"It's really none of your business Lachlan. More to the point, what are you doing here? I thought your dorm was on the other side of the building," I pointed out. He was standing too close to me. I inhaled his scent, thinking back to the time we'd kissed.
He took a step towards me and my back hit the wall. I wasn't afraid of him, but he was pushing me again. Our passionate kiss kept flashing in front of my eyes.
The craving for his blood came back.
"I want to know what are you doing with Riley inside that old gym class. That fae is bad news and you're naive thinking that he's going to help you," Lachlan said, standing way too close to me right now.
He had no idea what was going on with me, but he was trying to figure it out. Oldman had insisted that professor Riley was the most qualified person to help me to deal with my magic. I was not prepared to share these details with anyone yet.
The truth was that I hated these private sessions with Riley. He was very unpleasant and afterwards I could barely stand I was so drained of my energy. I figured that he didn't like me very much either because we weren't making much progress.
Lachlan was worried about me and I appreciated that. There were a lot of rumours going around the school. Riley had a certain reputation and I was only first year student.
"I've told you countless times that what I do is none of your business."
I was fed up telling him this over and over again.
The problem was that my body was betraying me whenever he was near. I wanted to feel his lips on me once again, feel the throbbing between my legs when …
"He's bad news and he's a fae. You're half vamp hen, so you shouldn't be hanging out with him. I don't understand why Oldman feels that you need to have private lessons with that clown," Lachlan whispered to me, at the same time inhaling my scent.
We were supposed to have been sent to Kildra Academy undercover, but months had gone by and nothing had happened so far.
"Don't worry about me. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were jealous Lachlan" I stated, thinking that it was time for me to bail. The fae part of me was going crazy and the magic within me was rising fast. I was so afraid that something bad might happen, that I might explode again. That part of me was still so unpredictable.
Six months ago I was homeless, living in Lviv in the Ukraine, and killing dangerous convicts that had escaped the justice system. I had no memories of my previous life as a human. Then my only source of income was cut off and I was approached by Oldman on the street.
Apparently she had been watching me for a while. She offered me a place in Moonlight Academy in Kiev. I wasn't sure if I wanted to relocate and transform my life, but in the end I had no other tangible options. The High Council was after me, wanting to question me about my life as a rogue half vampire. I couldn't return to hunting convicts because Tristan
the contact in local authority for supernaturals
had betrayed me.
When I thought about all the choices that I had made in the past six months, I decided that accepting Oldman's offer was the best decision that I've ever made. I finally had a place that I could call home, people that cared about me and a career. Life was good, but my demons were still haunting me. The fact that I'd killed dozens of vampires with my magic, along with a very powerful mage was giving me anxiety, especially when I couldn't really explain how it all happened.
"No hen, I'm just concerned about you. More than you realise," he said it more gently and then he brushed his hand over my cheek. I closed my eyes, when he brought his face closer to mine. It was difficult for me to control my vampire urges, when at that same moment my fangs descended. His scent was so damn tempting but I couldn't get involved with him, not until I figured out how he was linked to my past. "And I still really, really want to drink from you. It's been months and you're driving me insane."
"You don't need to be concerned about me Lachlan," I snapped, releasing myself out of his spell and then wriggling out of his clutches.
The lust was making me weak and this whole situation was dangerous enough. I managed to free myself from his grip and ran back to my dorm. He was shouting after me but I wasn't listening anymore. I barged inside my door and kept taking long, deep breaths of air for a little while until I realised that Karina was sitting on the bed watching me.
"What's wrong with you? Have you seen the demon that everyone keeps gossiping about?" she asked, sounding amused.
"No, I just saw Lachlan. He's annoying and way too interested in my personal life. It's my business what I do with Riley after classes and Jason too for that matter. He's getting way too involved," I started ranting, pacing around the room, still pretty wound up. Afterwards, I continued talking, about Oldman, again about pretty boy and vented all my pent—up frustrations to Karina.
This took a while and she sat there, quietly listening, not saying anything or trying to interrupt me at all. I never used to rant but I was disappointed with the lack of progress, worried that my magic was getting out of control, and afraid that the group might reject me once they learned the truth about who I really was.
"He obviously cares about you more than he cares about anyone else in here. Stop burying your feelings and just open up your heart to him," she said, after I was finally done.
I looked at her, completely taken back by her response, wondering what the hell happened to that confident Karina that I was used to. Then I realised that I'd said too much, because she was giving me that look. She must have already figured out that I had a crush on him. Damn it, this wasn't going well.
"We are not compatible," I muttered, thinking that I should have denied everything, but it was already too late. Karina had just discovered my embarrassing secret.
