Fuck. What else am I gonna do? I have to feed.
Damien rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to the TV. It’s hard not to interpret his gesture as pure jealousy. It makes my heart beat faster.
“See you in half an hour,” Owen says, before hanging up.
I stare at my brother’s beautiful features while his eyes dart around the room. From the TV, to the window next to it, to a stain on the wall, to the front door. Anywhere but me. Hedoeslook to be raging with jealousy, what else could it be? I need toblow off some steam before I burst. Maybe I’ll stop by Caleb’s after feeding from Owen.
“Will you drop me at Jacob’s shop?” he asks, still avoiding my eyes.
“Yeah, sure.” I nod, resisting the urge to grab his chin and force him to look at me with those deep blue eyes that have me absolutely mesmerized.
Damien pushes himself off the sofa and walks into our bedroom. I hear him going through the closet and changing. My mind derails into images of him taking off his clothes, his lean body glistening under the sunlight that comes through the bedroom window at this time of day. The soft curves of his abs flexing when he bends, his dark brown curls covering his eyes. I’m getting hard. This shit keeps happening to me all the time, and it’s becoming unbearable.
“I’ll wait for you in the car,” I say as I grab the keys of our Grand Cherokee and storm through the front door.
Fucking hell.
Damien is wearing the worst thing he could have possibly picked from his extensive wardrobe. A pair of black jeans that he bought recently, a very particular one. It’s silly, and pointless, but it looks great. Both sides of the jean’s waistline are open, replaced by a few silver chains, showing off the sides of his slender body. They look uncomfortable, especially when he sits down and the chains dig into his skin. But damn, he looks hot in them. The motherfucker chose to pair it with a short black tank top, showing off the waist of his jeans perfectly.
He’ll have so many eyes on him, for fuck’s sake.
Jacob is probably gonna do to him all the things I can’t. That thought alone makes my blood boil. My knuckles turn white as I squeeze the steering wheel. I can tell I’m frowning, but it can’t be helped. Forcing my eyes to stay on the traffic, I drive towards Jacob’s tattoo shop. Damien seems to be absent, staring through the window. He still looks tired, pissed, and sad as fuck. I don’t know what to do about it anymore.
“Will you pick me up after you’re done with Owen?” he asks, his voice almost a whisper.
“Um . . . yes,” I hesitate. Why would he want to leave so soon? I thought he’d be staying with Jacob at least until tomorrow, since he even dressed up. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah—I just wanna go back home with you, Killi.” His blue eyes finally search for mine. When he calls me that, my heart seems to burst into flames and spread soft tickles throughout me.
I chuckle, unable to stop myself from smiling. “Me too, honestly.”
Why did I say that?
I clear my throat. “I—I have to feed, you know? But I won’t take long.”
Damien opens his mouth, as if he’s going to say something, but holds it back. I hate it when he does that, and it’s happening way too often for my liking. I just don’t know what the hell is going through his little devious mind. Why did he dress up for Jacob if he doesn’t want to stay long? Why didn’t he just stay home?
Are you doing this to torture me, baby?
I immediately shake that thought away. He’s not seducing me, for fuck’s sake. Though looking at him in that outfit definitely counts as torture. His waist seems tiny, highlighted by the short tank top and the open sides of his jeans. He even put on a pair of combat boots. A proper alternative outfit, the kindhe used to wear to go hunting for boyfriends andsugar daddieswhen we were still human.
I always thought of him as a hunter of sorts, luring in whoever he wants and then sinking his teeth into them. He’s very good at that, for sure.
If only he wanted me . . .
I shake my head once more, already feeling my mind spiral out of control. A long sigh escapes my lips as I force myself to focus on the road ahead. I don’t know for how much longer I can keep it together. I feel like I’m going to collapse at any second.
As I approach the corner of Jacob’s shop, Damien places a hand on my knee. “You can leave me here, Killi,” he says. “I’ll walk half a block, and you can keep going ahead to Owen’s.”
I stare at his hand for a second and then at his face. “Okay . . .”
He looks like an angel in that outfit. Or a devil. Fuck, he just looks hot as hell. And his warm hand stays on my knee until I stop the car and he has to step out. He waves at me with a glowing smile on his lips as he closes the door.
I stare at him in awe. Absolutely entranced by his beautiful eyes, almost completely hidden behind dark brown locks of curly hair. His pale skin glistens under the late afternoon sun. I want to pull him back into the car, I don’t want him to go. But he turns on his heels and walks away slowly. Those goddamn jeans hug his ass almost indecently, and his exposed waist looks delicious as the chains cling against his skin.
Fuckfuckfuck! I’m losing my mind!
I force my eyes back to the road, away from my brother’s enticing silhouette. The longer I stare at him, the less I want to go to Owen. But I have to. I’m hungry. I need blood. And I definitely will have to stop at Caleb’s after, because there’s no way I can hold back if I see Damien in that outfit again.
