Roman
I can’t believe she's defied me this way. I’m starting to think Selene's right when she said human consorts are nothing but trouble, like having babies that need to be taken care of. They have an inability to see our differences because of our human appearance except when it suits them. I storm from her house to mine where I pace feverishly, wringing my hands. I’m trying to calm down, to formulate a plan of action, but all I feel is nothing but betrayal.
I can just outbid her, there’s no way she has enough money to beat me in a bidding war, but she’s taken my plans as her own without consulting me. Not only is this a violation of her role in a multitude of ways, but it’s also just shitty. She says she loves me, but how is stealing my plans love? It’s not. Even a vampire knows this.
I can’t think straight, and I decide that being alone is simply making me crazy, and being with humans is off the table right now. I’m so pissed that I head back to Clutch. While Selene will likely just tell me she knew this would happen, she’s my kind, and she will know what to do.
When I arrive, Corban is standing outside as usual. “Back again so soon?” he asks.
“Yeah, my afternoon plans fell through,” I lie. He doesn’t need to know my tale right now, and I’m pretending I’m not in the mood to rip this whole fucking city apart right now.
“What are you doing back here?” Selene raises an eyebrow from her seat at the far end of the bar where she was talking to an attractive bartender I’ve never seen before.
“Long story.” I want to tell her what’s going on, but I’m so angry I need to just sit for a moment.
“Go.” She gestures for the young lady to leave. “Something’s happened. What is it?” I’m not sure if her concern is for me, or something else.
“I was outbid on my casino project,” I reply.
“Seriously, Roman? That’s your problem? You have plenty of money. This is a problem you can throw human money at to fix. You’re really turning into an emotional human.” Her sarcasm isn’t lost on me, and I narrow my eyes at her.
“I was outbid by Fiona.”
Selene’s dark eyes widen, and a smirk forms. “Well, well, well. It seems the little angel has a dark side after all. Why on earth did she do that?”
“She did it so that the license would be granted to her since she is a human.”
“Well, I hate to take her side, because… well, because I don’t care for the whole human-vampire relationship. However, she’s right. She did this for you. What are you so pissed off about? Is this male ego bullshit? If it is, go find someone else to talk to, or I’ll have to fight you out back like it’s the seventeenth century and remind you who’s stronger.”
Well aware that Selene is stronger than I am, I’d rather not have my ass kicked today on top of everything else that’s happened. “It’s not my ego, it’s her defiance. She should have discussed this with me. She continues to jump to conclusions and make assumptions, and I’m done with it.”
“I’m quite sure you’re not done with it, but why don’t you go get one of the consorts and relieve some stress? Get a little drink.” She winks at me as if we are talking about a refreshing cocktail of some kind.
“I’ve already fed today, I don’t need more.”
“You’re allowed a treat now and again, Roman. Feeding more than you need to sometimes feels so good.” She licks her red lips, her fangs peeking out just a bit. “You’re always so stuffy. What you need is to fuck it out, but I’m sure you’re still committed to your little mortal, so go get some juice. It’ll take the edge off.”
I contemplate what she says. Rarely do I feed more than I need to for survival. It provides a bit of a euphoric, almost drunken state for a brief period of time, and it can be incredibly addicting if you don’t keep it in check. I’m angry with Fiona, and while I said that I was done, I shouted it in anger, not in truth. I won’t fuck someone else, but I will feed again. Nicolai was clean, young and delicious. And he was soft spoken and agreeable even when I was rough with him earlier.
“Where's Nicolai? I want him,” I demand, a thirst rising inside me.
Selene, my good friend, and the worst influence narrows her eyes and grins. “Now we’re talking. There’s the vampire I know and love. I will send him back to you.”
I walk back to the same room that I was with him in earlier and look around. It's been cleaned, even though we didn’t leave a mess behind. I haven’t done it in a long time, but there was a time that I might visit a room like this with a woman, and bite, and fuck and bite and fuck for hours, which could very well leave a bit of a mess.
Nicolai’s soft knock on the door brings my thoughts back to the now. Part of me knows I need to
be careful, a feeding frenzy can get out of hand quickly. But the other part of me needs the high. Like Selene said, to take the edge off. He enters the room, looking at me quizzically.
“I understand you requested to see me?” he asks.
“I did, Nicolai. I want more. Do you have more to give me?” I ask, examining his features. He’s young but has the mannerisms of someone who’s been taught how to behave appropriately, almost subserviently. If I were into men, he would appeal to me. I like pussy far too much to switch though.
“It would be my pleasure to service you, Roman,” he says, smiling.
Service me. Yes, that’s what I need. To be serviced; to be in charge. I move to the couch and sit, motioning for the young man to kneel before me. It feels good to get my way. “I want to taste you again, now,” I demand gruffly.
Nicolai faces me and rests his hands on my thighs. I observe him, he's not new to this, and yet retains an innocence as he moves closer to me. I lean forward, tilting his neck to the side, examining the marks I left earlier. I lick them again, to help them heal, causing him to suck in a breath. It occurs to me that he enjoys this, and I may as well enjoy it too, after all, it’s not cheating. I grab a fistful of his hair, roughly holding him in place, and sink my teeth into a new spot. As his blood begins to flow, coating my tongue and filling my mouth, I groan.