Rolling my eyes, I storm down the stairs in my sleep wear, growling, “I’m going to fucking kill him for coming into my room while I was sleeping.”
“Who’re you killing?” Princess asks, startling me.
“Kal.”
After spending all day Sunday arguing with Princess over whether Kal actually would go into a girl’s room without permission, I headed to bed only to have the most restless sleep ever. Every dream had a faceless man chasing me through various places.
I’m exhausted by the time my alarm goes off Monday morning. The moment my phone’s in my palm, I squeal and leap out of bed. Not only have I slept through the first two alarms, but I’ve only got ten minutes to get my ass ready and make it the block away to SCU.
For the hundredth time, I pull my black leather mini skirt down at the back, trying my best to keep it somewhat modest. It’s karma for being lazy and sleeping through my alarms, I swear it is. If I’d had more time, I’d have chosen something better to wear, but when you’re rushing through your morning routine, you don’t really stop to consider the consequences of what clothes you grab to throw on.
I can feel people’s eyes on me as I cross the courtyard, past the fountain and up the path to the lecture hall where my first class is located. I’m looking forward to classes but my hands just won’t stop shaking. I’m not normally a nervous person, but one look at the humans all around me and my fangs are cutting into my bottom lip.
I see one of those signs directing people to the bathrooms and rush towards them, but someone steps into my path, cutting me off from my destination. “Well, you’re going to be trouble, aren’t you Red?”
Tall, dark, and handsome. I’ve never seen anyone in real life who fits that description more aptly. The plain black button up looks like it’s going to burst with how fully he fills it out and his matching black slacks are molded to his legs as though he’s had to pour himself into them in liquid form. At my scrutiny, he runs his hand through his hair, messing the dark strands further. His hair looks good messed up, but I bet it would look even better right after sex with a bit of sweat dirtying the strands. He’s just so clean and shiny, I want to dirty him up in the most depraved ways I can think of and then let him have his wicked way with every single inch of my body.
My fangs cut into my lip further with the thoughts and for the first time ever, I realise that they’re aching to sink into the soft flesh of a warm neck. Trying to be discreet, I cover my mouth as though I’m about to sneeze, bending slightly at the waist while I mumble an “Excuse me.” Two steps and I should have been passed him, but he doesn’t let me go. Instead he steps right back into my path.
“You’re not going anywhere near a human while you’re like that.” His hand snakes out, wrapping around my wrist before I can do more than utter a short squeak. There’s something about him that feels wrong, yet right at the same time, as though I should fear him and desire him all in one breath.
He drags me into an empty classroom and spins me around so my back is pressed against his front. Every nerve ending in my body is like a live wire as he holds me tightly to him. I don’t even know this guy but I want him so badly I feel my ass pressing against his groin without any conscious thought from me.
“You really need to get control of yourself babe.” His wrist is shoved into my face and my fangs ache more. “Feed.” The command is so full of Alpha vibes I sink my fangs into his soft flesh. Every drop is like drinking the ambrosia of the gods; Tempting me to drain him dry. I know I can’t but there’s something addictive about his taste. I’ve never fed straight from the source before. All of my blood since I hit puberty has been from blood bags. The lust scorching my veins is enough to have me mewling like a cat in heat as I lose myself to the bloodlust.
“Babe, you need to stop now.” His voice washes over me and again I feel that alpha command. Withdrawing my fangs, I whisper huskily, “Who are you?”
“Samuel Barris, Heir Apparent to the Vampire Court.” It’s so cocky the way he says Heir Apparent that I take a few steps forward before turning on my heel and glaring at him.
Blood sharing with a royal is highly illegal, it’s almost as bad as impersonating a royal. “It’s okay, I’m not going to tell anyone.” He says, anticipating my next words.
“That’s not the point. You just made me break the law.” I growl, trying not to lose my cool in front of someone who could literally take my life without a single repercussion.
His cocky smirk makes his eyes light up and for a second I can’t help admiring him, but then he speaks again and any lustful thoughts I have disappear in the blink of an eye. “I’m sure it’s not the only law you’ve ever broken.”
“Again, not the point.” I growl.
“Would you have preferred I left you starving and let you drain a human on your first day?”
“No.”
“Then chill. No one needs to know.”
I glance down at his wrist, my fangs tingling despite the fact they’re back to their normal size. “I don’t like owing anyone. What do you want in return?” My hands shake as I wait to see what he’ll come up with. Usually when you share, youShare,but he doesn’t seem all that interested in my blood and why should he? He's a royal, I’m just…Me.
“You can owe me.” He purrs like he knows he’s got me right where he wants me.
“Not happening. I’ve heard rumours about people owing the royals and ending up in really bad situations.”
He leans his back against the door, barring the exit. “A kiss.”
“What?” I scoff, unsure whether I should be taking this guy seriously or not. I can’t kiss a royal.
He taps his lips with one of his thick fingers and for a moment I wonder what it’d feel like to have him slipping them between my thighs, bringing me to all sorts of pleasurable heights. I snap out of it as he says, “In exchange for the blood you just drank, I want a kiss.”
I gasp, “You’re serious?”
“Deadly.” His smirk turns into a full-on smile as I slowly move closer to him. My brain short circuits for a second before I realise he didn’t mention any details about the kiss, so a quick peck on the cheek is more than enough to satisfy his terms. With a smirk of my own, I lift up onto my toes and press my lips to his cheek, feeling his rough stubble against my tender flesh. I pull back after a second and wink before high tailing it out of the classroom and making a beeline for the class I’m supposed to be in. I get there just as the teacher is about to close the lecture room door.