“Fuck!” He snapped, spinning to see what had hit him. It hadn’t hurt, more just taken him by surprise but when he saw the notepad lying by his feet he frowned. Where the hell had that come from? His eyes scouted around to see if he or Chloe had inadvertently knocked it down off the desk, but there were no notepads or anything like that on it, only a computer up one end.
Quickly he finished cleaning up Chloe, making sure all traces of him were gone from her skin, or as much as he could wipe away before tucking himself back in his jeans and pulling them up again. Once he was ready and Chloe was looking a lot less like she’d just been thoroughly fucked, he led her from the study and back to the living room where Cassie still sat with the dazed expression on her face.
He gave Chloe an alternate memory, making her think he’d been there a while, and immediately did the same to Cassie, giving her the same memory. He watched their expressions go from blank to animated again and Chloe even leapt off the lounge to kiss him goodbye. He said goodbye to Cassie as well and headed for the front door, just as Flame suddenly walked out of the kitchen. Something about her expression made him hesitate. She looked pissed, seriously pissed, her green eyes shooting daggers at him. When the fuck had she come downstairs? Had she seen him and Chloe? Fuck, if she had, would she say something?
“Leaving are you?” She asked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Don’t trip on your way out.”
Immediately he felt his irritation and frustration rise again at her tone. What was it about her that drove him so crazy? “So you decided to come back downstairs and not sulk up in your room then?” He asked sweetly, his eyes moving over her face trying to gauge her reaction. He needed to know if she’d seen him with Chloe; if she’d possibly seen him feeding from her but he couldn’t just come out and ask her of course.
“I wasn’t sulking asshole but yes, I think it’s fairly safe to say I came downstairs given I’m now standing right in front of you. So you’re done doing what you were doing; seeing who you came to see? You’re not going to try and use that charm of yours on any more of us this evening, are you?”
Damien’s eyes shot to hers. Something about her tone and her words made him tense up. “Strange choice of words Flame; I didn’t know you lived here when I came here tonight, and it seems my charms fail when it comes to you.”
“Well aren’t you lucky that you seem to have the ability to charm my housemates’ just fine, and I think with Chloe you could just about charm the pants right off that girl.” Her eyes locked on his, her gaze unwavering.
He was pretty sure she knew, that she’d seen him with Chloe but she wasn’t coming right out and saying it. Why he wasn’t sure but he needed to find out and he needed to alter her mind so she didn’t make it a problem for him.
“Queen of the cryptic tonight aren’t you Flame? Why don’t you just come out and say exactly what you want to fucking say?” He stepped closer to her until he could push his face right up to hers.
She didn’t back down or step away from him which surprised him, she merely tipped her chin higher and met his gaze with a defiant one of her own.
Men like you shit me right off. You use your looks to reel in the women, you fuck them, you use them and then you spit them out and move onto the next one. You don’t care about any of them. You just want to take what you need from them. If one turns your down, you simply move onto the next.” She raised a hand and poked her finger hard into his chest. “You are little more than a parasite, a greedy little blood sucker, preying on women, aren’t you Damien?”
Her tone, the look in her eyes and her words only served to piss him off. Ok, she was right but no one liked being hit over the head by the truth, and she’d just done that. He was pretty confident that she had seen him with Chloe, but why she was fucking about, playing with her words rather than just coming out with it and telling it like it was, he had no idea. Was she going to toy with him? Use this against him in some way? He couldn’t risk exposure; Fabian would kill him and he wasn’t going to be an instrument of torment for the hot little pole dancer either.
He raised his hands and cupped her cheeks in his palms, staring deep into those green eyes that were so similar to his. “I don’t know what your problem is but I think you should just forget about this conversation and everything about this evening since I arrived.” He said, fixing his gaze on hers, willing her mind to his.
She stared at him for what felt like ages although it was only moments, but finally she turned from him and the intensity of the moment was lost. “Just fuck off and go home Damien. Your presence is not required here and I think you’ve done more than enough for one night.” She said.
Damien fought to keep his expression neutral. Fuck there was something about her. She wasn’t entirely human because he couldn’t mind control her. This was a potential disaster. Fabian would kill him if she mentioned to anyone what she’d seen tonight.
“What do you want from me?” He whispered but all she did was snort at him, her expression filled with disgust as she stared at him.
“I just want you to fuck off out of here and leave Cassie, Chloe and myself the hell alone.” She said softly and he had enough sense at this point to realise it was late, she looked drained so this was not going to be the time to question her, to find out what her intentions were. He needed to do what she was telling him to do before he pissed her off even more. He needed to get the fuck out of this house now.
“This isn’t over.” He warned, his eyes moving over her beautiful face and hair one more time. He turned away and walked to the front door. Quietly he let himself out of the house, never turning back, climbed into his car and headed for home, his mind in turmoil over what was going to happen now.
Chapter Four
Flame
When I heard Damien drive off, I sagged back against the wall still in shock, my mind going a million miles an hour as I tried to process what I’d seen earlier. I’d finally calmed down and decided hanging out in my room was a bit childish. I’d pulled my big girl panties up so to speak; come downstairs again, only to notice Cassie sitting alone.
As soon as I looked at her, I could see something was wrong. She looked like she’d done every drug known to mankind and had taken ‘just chillin’ to a whole new level. That girl had been completely out of it. No matter how many times I’d waved my hands in her face, shaken her and fuck it, I’d even slapped her once, nothing, zilch, nada, she was gone, mentally she’d done an Elvis Presley on me, she’d left the building.
Just when I was beginning to wonder what was wrong with her, what had happened and what the hell was going on, I’d heard a noise which sounded suspiciously like a moan. It seemed like it was coming from down the hallway so I headed that way thinking it might have been Chloe in the powder room. Maybe she’d dissolved into a complete emotional meltdown over the movie and was crying her eyes out in the toilet, or she’d over indulged on the spicy food again and was paying the price with an upset stomach.
I’d headed that way and realised that the noise was actually coming from the study where I’d been earlier with Damien. As I drew closer, tip toeing so I wouldn’t be heard, I froze. The noises coming from there sounded suspiciously like people having sex but that couldn’t be right. I know Chloe and Cassie had joked about their man drought, especially Chloe but she couldn’t have found someone so quickly. I hadn’t been upstairs that long.
The door wasn’t shut, merely pushed to a little, but not enough to block my view of Chloe bent over the desk, her panties pushed to one side. I could see Damien’s bare ass, muscles flexing, jeans around his knees as he fucked her. He was fucking her so hard poor Chloe looked like she’d be catapulted across the desk, if he didn’t have such a death grip on her hips, yanking her into him with every thrust.
I stared, shock making me rigid. I was frozen, unable to move and unable to look away. I found myself filled with so many emotions, so many thoughts; shock, horror, anger, disgust, lust and jealousy. Fuck it, jealousy an emotion I didn’
t want to feel when it came to that bastard pounding the absolute crap out of my house mate. As much as the sight before me had me wanting to barrel in there and club him over the head for what he was doing, I also couldn’t control my arousal. It was hotter than hell to watch him fucking Chloe, hearing their bodies slamming into one another and listening to her moans and his grunts.
Damien’s face was tipped to one side, enough to let me see some of his expression and he looked so wild, out of control, so completely and utterly overcome with lust. There was also desperation, that obvious burning desire to reach his climax, that all-consuming need to come. He was in the grip of wild, overwhelming passion, driven by powerful desire and looked everything I wished he hadn't; hot, sexy, animalistic, primal and downright fucking gorgeous.
For a moment before common sense took over again, for just a fleeting moment I wanted to be Chloe. I watched them, feeling myself getting wet; my nipples hardening until they pushed against my clothes and desire tugged low in my belly. Barely aware of what I was doing, my eyes focused on the highly erotic scene before me, I reached down and brushed my fingers against my clit. It was already sensitive and I sucked in a shaky breath of air as I began to circle it while watching the couple before me.
Suddenly Damien let out a growl or groan, whatever the hell it was, it was hot and I felt another flood of moisture soak into my panties. He began to shake, his hips jerking erratically and I knew as I watched him that he was coming. I felt a brief stab of disappointment that he’d come first and hadn’t taken the time to get Chloe off before him. As I watched his face, the agony of his release etched into his beautiful features I nearly collapsed with shock when I saw fangs. Fuck it, he had fangs which descended as he cried out through his release. Still shocked I watched as he dropped over her back and suddenly buried those fangs in her shoulder.
Shit, he was going to kill her. I ripped my fingers off my throbbing clit and was just about to rush in and do; well I didn’t actually know what I was going to do, when Chloe cried out. At first she sounded like she was in pain, but then her face contorted and she shuddered, her cry turning obviously to pleasure as she nearly sobbed and moaned through what was clearly an orgasm. Her reaction seemed to set Damien off and he swore against her shoulder. He raised his head and tightened his grip on her hips again while he moved a few more times in and out of her, much more relaxed this time though. My eyes widened when he finally pulled out of her and I got to see his dick. Fuck it was enormous and holy hell, it was pierced. Not just one piercing either. The head was adorned with several piercings.
I knew at this point I should walk away. He hadn’t killed her but damned the man was an animal going by the stream of creamy fluid running down poor Chloe’s legs. Damien seemed fascinated by the sight of it and I saw a hint of a smile curve up his lips. It was only when he turned, stepping back up behind her and this time I gasped when I realised the man was still harder than an iron bar. As I watched, he proceeded to push his way back inside her and began to move at a far more leisurely pace this time. Chloe sounded really wet and she looked well and truly fucked and I couldn’t help but be amazed at Damien’s stamina. The man was a machine obviously. He’d come already, spectacularly and I couldn’t contain a low moan as I watched him, hating that I felt envy that this could have been me. He had wanted me first.
Damien froze momentarily and his head swung towards the door. Surely he hadn’t heard me? Panicking about being caught watching them like a Peeping Tom, I quickly ducked back out of sight, doubtful that he would have seen me anyway, but still nervously waiting to see if he was going to appear in the doorway demanding to know what I was doing.
After a minute or so, I heard the wet sounding sex resume and carefully moved back to my vantage point to watch again like some sort of pervert. Unable to help myself, my fingers moved back to my clit and I worked it over, rubbing it fast, desperate to find my own release although I suspected it would be a poor substitute for the orgasms they were having in the study.
When I finally came, I stuffed a hand over my mouth to keep myself silent. Within seconds of me reaching my orgasm, I heard them come too; the room filling with their sighs and moans. For some reason it really pissed me off to hear them getting off again. I wasn’t entirely sure why; perhaps jealousy, I didn’t know but in a fit of rage, I used my mind to hurl a notepad I spotted on a shelf, straight at Damien’s head. When he yelped with more surprise than anything else, since a notepad wasn’t exactly much of a weapon, I felt a moment’s satisfaction. Before he could wonder what had happened, I tip toed down the hallway again and once I was sure I was out of range of them, I broke into a run and rushed into the kitchen to wait for them.
My mind was reeling with all I’d seen, but the biggest shock was discovering Damien was no ordinary man. Hell, he wasn’t even human, he was a fucking vampire. Who’d have guessed? Ok, I’d heard they were real although most people believed they were simply a myth but there was no myth with Damien, he was the real deal. Was he the only one though? As I pondered it, the words of my housemates from earlier came back to me. They’d talked of Damien’s relatives but my bet was they were no relatives; they were more than likely more vampires.
Oh this was priceless. I could have some fun now. I wouldn’t blow his cover; my guess was no one knew what he was. Certainly Cassie and Chloe didn’t, and I had my own secrets anyway, so I could respect his privacy on that score. Still when he came here to use and abuse my housemates, well that wasn’t on.
He really was just using them and although I wasn’t sure how he did it, he obviously did something to them, hypnosis maybe? That’s why Cassie was spaced out, so he could fuck Chloe without having to explain what he was doing to Cassie. Chloe too appeared to be under the influence of some kind of control. Despite it being clear to me that she had orgasmed at least twice so she was capable of feeling something, she still didn’t appear to be fully coherent.
Did he do this shit to them much? Would they remember what happened the next day? Fuck that, I couldn’t wait until he came out of the study with Chloe. Was she going to remember she just had sex with him? I couldn’t wait to find out. This was proving to be an interesting evening.
Damien
All the way on the drive to his sire’s home, Damien cursed everything. He cursed fate that took him to the strip club in the first place rather than the club he normally hunted in. Fate that made him decide to try and get his rocks off at Cassie and Chloe’s home rather than just picking up some unknown woman; and fate for letting his dick rule his judgement. He shouldn’t have stayed at the fucking house. He should have left when he’d had the chance, especially once he knew Flame lived there too. She made no secret of her feelings towards him and that alone should have been enough, but no, he’d let the fucking pierced idiot hanging between his legs do the thinking for him. He’d stupidly opted to fuck Chloe while the crazy red headed bitch sulked upstairs? Was he completely mad? He hadn’t even thought about what would happen if she came downstairs and discovered him and Chloe, or Cassandra for that matter.
“Fucking idiot.” He muttered squeezing his cock through his jeans as if to punish it. “You’re going to get me into a hell of a lot of trouble; always wanting pussy.” Cursing under his breath, he turned his attention back on the road.
When he finally pulled up in the driveway of the home he lived in with his sire and siblings who were also sired by Fabian, he steeled himself for the shit he was about to unleash. Should he tell his sire what happened or wait to see if there was any fall out?
He was pretty sure Flame had seen him with Chloe and that she knew what he was. All those cryptic comments about charming off her roommate's panties and blood sucker? It just seemed too much of a coincidence for her to say things like that if she hadn’t seen him. It also made him wonder what her intentions were. She could have screamed blue bloody murder and revealed what he was straight away but she hadn’t.
Damien let himself into his home and began the long walk down
the corridor towards the living room, feeling a bit like he was walking the green mile. If Flame blew his cover, if she revealed what he was, he was a dead man walking right now. Fabian would kill him.
All this shit because of pussy; all this because he wanted her and she refused him. Damn her, damn her for making him want her so much, damn her for driving him crazy, damn her for refusing him and damn her for calling him a loser. He was no fucking loser; he wanted to both strangle her and fuck her until she was unconscious for calling him that.
When he got about halfway down the corridor he heard laughter and silently groaned. He wasn’t in the mood for socialising. His focus was on one red headed woman who was driving him insane. What the hell was she? He hadn’t been able to mind control her and he’d tried twice. Hell if he’d been able to control her he wouldn’t be in the crap hole he was in now. He’d have simply mind controlled her, fucked her, wiped her memory of it and walked away without looking back.
Bracing himself and struggling to mask the turmoil going through him, Damien walked into the living room and saw that everyone was there, well except for Dominick and Allegra but they rarely saw them anymore. They preferred to live their own lives and since Dominick had his own home, they chose to live there.
He was surprised to see Arissa tucked up against Lucian’s side and he grinned. So she’d returned and going by the happiness shining in his brother’s eyes, things were back on track with them. He studied her for a moment, noticing how glossy her blonde hair looked, what stunning blue eyes she had, how good her complexion looked. Hell she was a beautiful woman. How had he not noticed just how beautiful before? Then he really looked at her and the penny dropped with him.
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