He wanted to have sex with me.
And it was his first time.
No pressure.
“All right,” I said. “But I don’t have anything that we need in my room. Despite what you might think, I’m not some kind of stud with a roll of condoms on hand all the time.”
Maxwell raised a brow. “Don’t you have servants for that sort of thing?”
“Huh. I guess so. I never thought about using them for such nefarious purposes,” I added with a grin.
I poked my head into the hall and snapped my fingers. Almost immediately, a large fruit bat flew down from the ceiling and squeaked.
“Can you go grab a condom and lube from somewhere?” I asked.
The bat hovered for a moment, looking at me with her beady eyes, then squeaked again and flew off.
“Is that really gonna work?” Maxwell asked, crossing his arms.
“Sure will.”
A few moments later the bat returned, although heavily weighed down this time. She struggled to stay airborne with the lube in her claws. I graciously accepted the items from her.
“Thanks!”
She chittered in annoyance and flew away into a hole in the ceiling.
Maxwell and I scuttled back into my bedroom. Unlike my brothers’ rooms, the decor and atmosphere was less gothic. To create a more sensual atmosphere, I dimmed the lights, leaving only a single floor lamp lit in the corner. With the single light source, Maxwell’s hair took on a glow, like a halo. I smiled and took his head in my hands, examining him.
“Where were we?” I murmured.
Maxwell blinked. His eyes were bright and optimistic. Up close, he was even more handsome. Parts of his messy dark hair curled, framing his face. His breathing had sped up again and I heard the rapid thumping of his heart. He smelled incredible. Not only his natural omega pheromones, but also the delicious scent of his blood--
I forced myself to stop thinking about that. No matter how much my body wanted it, it would never happen. Drinking Maxwell’s blood meant killing him. If I started, I’d never be able to stop. I wasn’t about to kill the man I loved just because my stupid vampire side craved it.
I shook my head and backed off. “Sorry.”
“What is it?” Maxwell asked.
“Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” I muttered. I clenched my eyes shut, not wanting to look at him, as if he could see into my thoughts and judge me for them.
He sounded upset. “Why?”
My mind clouded with doubt. Was Adriel right the whole time? Was I unsafe to be around Maxwell, or any other humans, if my brain so quickly went into that direction? I withdrew my hands from Maxwell.
He furrowed his brow and a spark of anger ignited in his eyes. “Theo, what’s wrong? Tell me right now. Just a second ago you were so excited to try this.”
He stepped closer.
“I don’t know if I’m safe,” I said quickly, holding up my hands.
“Theo,” Maxwell said firmly. “You are fine.”
“How can you know that? You don’t know what I’m thinking right now,” I retorted.
He crossed his arms. “No, I don’t. So then, tell me. Are you feeling unwell? If so, I can help.”
“No, it’s not that,” I groaned. “I’m just afraid I’m going to hurt you.”
