I kneel on the floor and take out my phone, slowly making it peek through a corner. I open the camera app and stare at the screen. Owen’s house is not what I expected. It’s much nicer on the inside. It seems like he has a lot of expensive furniture, and it’s strangely colorful too. All blue and orange, and warm neutral tones.
Who the fuck is this guy? What kind of vampire decorates his house with colorful mid-century furniture? I don’t get him. And I also can’t seem to get a view of them through the camera.
I aim my phone to one side, and finally pick up some movement. Wet kissing noises fill the air, making me cringe. My entire body flinches as I get a glimpse of Owen’s head popping up from the back of the orange sofa. He’s staring down at something—Killien, for sure—with a smile on his goddamngolden boylips.
I wish I could wipe it away in a single punch. But I can’t do that, can I? I came here to look after my brother, no matter how hard it is to sit through it. And I need to figure him out, or I’ll never get him to react to my advances.
Swallowing my rage back down, I keep staring through the camera of my phone as Owen dives back into Killien. More kissing sounds reach my ears, followed by a deep sigh that instantly makes my cock half-hard. It’s like one of my wet dreams come true as Killien groans and sighs like an angel.
Fuck me. Fuck everything. I’m gonna come in my new jeans if he keeps making those noises.
“Hmm—fuck—” Killien moans, and I want to yank that motherfucker away from my brother to take his place.
Judging by the noises, Owen is drinking his blood. My mouth waters at the thought. I’ve been dying to taste Killien’s blood for so long now that it’s become a regular thought of mine. How it would burn down my throat, how it would spread through my body in waves of pleasure. I shake my head and force my free hand away from my dick, because I’m too close to whipping it out.
“You taste so good, baby.” Owen’s voice is deep and sultry, and it makes me want to gag again.
Baby?! How dare he call my brother baby? I’ll rip his fucking throat out.
More kissing sounds come before I hear Owen moan loudly. Killien’s fangs are obviously on him, and I almost whine becauseI can’t get a glimpse of them through the camera. They’re lying on the sofa, and all I see is the back of it.
It seems like they stay like that forever. At least he’s feeding my brother properly, gotta give him that. Fuckinggolden boydid one thing right. I pop my head through the door, getting a better view of the room with my own eyes than with the damn iPhone camera. Still can’t see what’s happening on the sofa, though.
“Shit, your blood is so hot . . .” Killien finally speaks. There’s so much hunger in his voice that I have to repress a moan. I want him to speak like that to me. Fuck, that’s all I want.
“No, you’re hot, Killien.”
Why does Owen have to ruin everything? I’m forced to get back down when both of their heads pop up. I have to resort to my camera once more, but at least this time I can see their profiles as they stare at each other. Killien’s lips are still red with blood, and he’s licking them. The sight makes my dick twitch.
“I’ve missed you this week,” Owen says, his hands probably on Killien’s crotch, judging by the way his shoulder moves. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since the first night, you know?”
Killien seems frozen, and I could swear he’s become even paler. His body language is obvious, and his face gives him away. Even through the screen of my phone, I can see it. But Owen doesn’t seem to take a hint.
“Don’t tell me that you don’t want it—”
“Wait—” Killien tries hard to keep himself together, but his voice trembles. What usually turns me on like throwing gasoline at a roaring fire, now has the absolute opposite effect. Fear isn’t exciting on him.
“Stop playing hard to get, Killien. I have to test the merchandise.” Owen pushes my brother onto the sofa, struggling to get something off him.
Is this asshole undressing him?!
Killien’s sneakers and jeans go flying in the air and I hear him whimper. I can imagine my brother flinching, curling on himself against the cushions. My hands tremble as my blood runs cold.
“I’m not!” Killien says. “I swear, it’s not that. I just—I don’t think I’m ready.”
To hear him say that brings tears to my eyes. The fact that he even needs to explain himself to that piece of shit destroys my heart. I’m shattered into a million pieces, frozen in panic and rage. I can’t let this happen, but I also should let him defend himself, right? He’s strong; he can do it. Just like he protected me countless times, he’ll stand up for himself now.
Right?
Fuck! What do I do?!
“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it.” I gasp at Owen’s words, and Killien does too. He’s hovering over my brother like some kind of animal.
I close my eyes for a second, begging that Killien kicks him off. But when I open them again, the image on my screen is the same. Owen looks pissed off, trying forcefully to pin my brother down.
“No, Owen—stop, please!” Killien begs.
My brother isbeggingOwen to stop, but he doesn’t. He slaps my ginger angel’s face instead.
