Chapter Nine
Dorian
It was chemical attraction, plain and simple.
I needed to fuck Esme until there was nothing left but heavy breaths and fast-beating hearts between us.
It had been two days since I checked into the future and saw her with someone else, another man touching her creamy skin and kissing her, feeding from that hunger she had brewing inside her.
I moved without thinking toward the breakroom and made her think of nothing else but my touch. If she needed relief, then I would be the one fucking it into her.
She thought she would just page me whenever her need arose, but I doubt she would be that brazen. Although she had walked up to me with a determined look on her face when she claimed I’d won her body but not her heart.
I scoffed at the thought. Her heart was never on the table. Laughable that she was thinking she needed to put that out there. A few fucks and that would be it.
But for today, my desire for her had to be put on hold.
In order to stay immortal, I had to infuse the blood of the gifted with my own. It was a process that took a few hours, and I was bedridden until it was over.
I watched the infusion machine churn my gold-tinged blood with the donated blood of a god-powered man.
There were always people donating, not thinking about their powers when they did it. I used to take the donation from the people on the streets as I found them, but the hospital had so much now that I hadn’t needed to get my hands dirty for quite some time.
Two hours left.
My eyes closed, and I attempted to clear my head and rest, but that didn’t happen.
Instead I thought of all the ways I was going to enjoy my prize.
By the time the machine beeped, signaling that my transfusion was done, I was rock hard and pissed off that she’d somehow made me want her as badly as I did.
I stood and took care of cleaning the machine before getting dressed in simple clothes— jeans, boots, button-up shirt, and a jacket.
Though I wouldn’t be wearing them for long, it would at least keep the chill off my back. The weather had warmed slightly, so instead of snow falling, we had rain.
It might drop down into freezing temps by the morning, though. Seahill was a bitch in the weather department. No one knew what she would do.
Esme should be getting off her shift soon, and then she’d walk to that shitty apartment of hers that was nearby. I could bring her back to my apartment, but I was anticipating that some material items would become collateral damage from this heat between us. Better her things than mine.
I flashed into my office and quickly exited the room on foot in search of the woman who was responsible for my vexed mood.
She wasn’t hard to find; I had seen where she was going to be from the future sight, but what I hadn’t seen was Dr. Liam smiling at her, romantic interest clear as day on his face.
Interesting. I wondered how long this has been in the making.
As if she could feel me walking toward her and the doctor, her eyes met mine, and her eyebrow arched as if to ask why the hell was I here.
“Let’s go.”
My words came out harsh, and Liam’s spine straightened at the tone.
“Dorian. I didn’t know you were here. You’ve gotta get out of the hospital, man, and enjoy your time off.” He laughed, thinking I was here because I was a workaholic. Wrong.
I didn’t acknowledge him, instead keeping my focus on Esme.
“I’m almost done, if you wanna wait.” She spoke softly and then walked around Liam to the computer. His gaze was moving back and forth between us, and even though I knew he could tell something was different, it didn’t stop him from stepping closer to her, blocking me from her view.
“I’ll see you around, Esme. Let me know if you need a ride on Sunday. It’s really not an imposition at all.”
