Instead I studied my breath and smiled at him. "No, quite the opposite."
"What you mean?"
I flexed my fingers, then pulled my hands into fists so Scotty couldn't see my growing claws.
"It's shameful for me to admit, but I find myself… Irresistibly attracted to you," I admitted. There was no point in lying to him.
Scotty's face flushed a deep red. The scent of his rushing blood was overwhelming. It filled the air, heady and mouthwatering. The worst part was that it mixed with the delectable scent of his omega pheromones. He was absolutely driving me wild.
"Oh," Scotty said. He stared at me with wide eyes, blinking rapidly. He looked like he was trying very hard not to break into a big grin. Why was he holding himself back? I would've loved to see his smile.
"Sorry, I'm not used to people telling me that," Scotty mumbled, scratching the back of his neck.
I furrowed my brow. Did that mean he was single? There were couples that attended the club, sure, but generally they stayed together. I got the sense Scotty came alone because he was alone.
And if he was single, that meant…
"Does that mean you'd like to hear more of it?" I asked, hoping the answer was yes.
Scotty nodded. His cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. His blood was running hot and excited, which made my cock desperately hard. I wanted him in more ways than one.
Get it together, Malachi.
I controlled my urges enough to regain proximity to him. I strode closer, resuming my previous position with my arms caging him in. Scotty smiled shyly up at me. I could tell he was having fun, which was exactly what I wanted.
"All right," I said quietly. "Then let me tell you how much I crave you."
As Scotty let out a soft whimper, my cock throbbed.
"Do you like that?" I asked, leaning closer to his ear.
He nodded again.
"Speak up," I ordered gently.
"Yes."
"Good."
I stroked his hair to show him I was pleased and he leaned into the touch like a starved creature. When was the last time anybody had touched him like this? It was innocent, just a pat on the head, but Scotty closed his eyes in bliss. If this was the reaction he'd give me for just petting his hair, what other reactions could I milk out of him?
My curiosity got the best of me. My fingers carded through his fluffy hair, down the back of his neck—careful not to linger this time—then roamed down his chest. Scotty writhed in pleasure even though I was nowhere near his erogenous zones. A flare of possessiveness spiked within me. He was acting like he hadn't been touched in a long time. Good. I didn't want anyone else to touch him. Only me.
Something shifted in my mouth. My fangs grew longer. Thirsty. At the same time, my cock throbbed, desperate to be released and claim Scotty as my own.
My inhibitions were slipping away. This slow dance of innocent-yet-not movements was fiercely turning me on. When I glanced between Scotty's thighs, I saw evidence that it was doing the same to him.
Fuck, I wanted to touch him so badly.
"Malachi…"
I froze, gripped by the mewling sound of Scotty's voice. It was the first time he'd ever said my name and it stopped me in my tracks like a freight train. I realized I hadn't given it to him—he must've heard it earlier during my confrontation with Carnassial. I loved the way it sounded on his lips.
"What is it?" I asked, wondering if I was going too fast.
Scotty smiled and tilted his head to the side, exposing his neck again. He wore a mischievous expression. "You're a vampire, right? Um, you can go ahead and bite me. I think I'm ready for it."
I nearly lost all my self-control. This human had no idea what he was doing to me. He wrecked me in an instant. Did he even know what he was saying?
