When I finally catch up with them, she’s leaning against the marble column of an entrance, slightly flushed and out of breath, her eyes half-lidded in invitation as that blonde asshole leans in to kiss her.
I grab his sorry ass by the collar of his shirt and haul him backward, and his protests die on his tongue when he sees me.
Good.
He should know who I am.
“You’d really kiss any loser except for me,” I say, and my brain registers a tad too late my poor choice of words.
“Ah, but I was wondering when you’d finally make an appearance, pretty boy,” she answers coquettishly. I let go of the vampire, telling him to scramble, and he waists no time to vanishinto the night.
“So what? You were trying to make me jealous?” I ask, stepping up into her personal space, crowding her against the column.
“Not at all, Blaise. Merely chasing a good time,” she laughs as if I am a fucking hilarious joke.
“I am more than happy to supply you with endless good times.” I press a palm on the cool surface above her head, leaning in just enough to get a whiff of her floral scent. My mouth waters, and my fangs burn with need. “No need to chase it from lesser males.”
Sariah laughs without restraint, pressing a warm palm against my chest.
“Oh, pretty boy, it’s almost endearing how highly you think of yourself. Your obsession with me is just because you’re not used to hearing no.”
“That’s not true,” I argue, pressing her further into the cold surface. My thigh finds its way between hers, and I sense the subtle shift in her posture. Her back arches just enough so that her center aligns with my growing erection.
“So you’re used to being rejected by females?”
Her breath fans against my jaw, and I swear I’m losing my Godsdamn mind.
“That’s not what I meant.”
I tilt my head closer, ready to take her lips in a searing kiss that will make her see reason, but she angles her face away, my mouth meeting her soft cheek.
“Not happening, pretty boy. But I’ll tell you what,” she says as she ducks under my arm and gets a few steps away from me. “I’ll let you chase me through the streets, and if you catch me, I’ll grant you a dance.”
She blows me a kiss goodbye and sprints in the opposite direction.
The predator in me awakens, thrilled by the prospect of a good chase.
She thinks she can outrun a vampire?
I lick my fangs and crack my neck.
“Game on, little pixie.”
But when I catch her, a simple dance won’t do.
I’ll make sure to fuck her so thoroughly, she’ll never again want someone else’s attentions.
The sun is starting to rise over the horizon, splashing the white expanse of the city in brilliant hues of pink and orange. A few stragglers still roam the now empty streets, humming drunkenly tunes of conquest and redemption.
I kick an empty goblet with too much force, and it goes skittering down the street before crashing into a wall, shattering into jagged pieces, just like my pride.
I scoured the city for hours on end, chasing after a chimera.
I thought pursuing Sariah would be an easy win. My chance to sweep her off her feet and show her how fucking good it could be between us.
How wickedly sinful. How deliciously demented.
Carnal perfection.
