“Sorry, man,” Cole mumbles.
“I don’t kill the messenger,” Devon says with a slight smile. “Unlike our sire,” he adds with a wink.
“So, I did right in telling you?” Cole asks, feeling like a loser jackass for seeking approval.
“Yes, of course,” Devon says. “But no harm, no foul. I already knew.”
“Okay, good,” Cole replies.
Devon opens the door, but then turns back and with a brief smile says, “Thanks for having my back, though.”
“Anytime,” Cole says, and Devon nods and leaves him alone again. He is feeling a lot better now. Nowhere near even fifty percent, but that is a damn sight closer than he was yesterday.
There is a soft knock at the door, and he opens it wondering who on Earth it could be. To his relief, he sees Dawn. She is looking pretty and plump and perky and he smiles at her as she says, “Hi! Feeding time.”
He had forgotten she was coming. His brain has lost all capability of functioning correctly. She has been coming at this time every day for how long now?
“Come in,” he says and opens the door wider for her.
She grins at him and he sees the adoration in her eyes for him. He thought Liv was being a bit silly when she made mention of Dawn’s feelings, but since then he has seen it when he looks closely. It makes him feel good, but he won’t act on it.
Or will he? His heart is starting to beat faster, and his breathing is getting heavier as he watches her undo a few buttons on her tidy blouse and pull on the neckline to expose her creamy throat. He feels a stirring and suddenly he is Iron Man down there. He swallows loudly and starts to sweat. What the fuck? He has never found Dawn attractive before. She is pretty, but in a cute way, with her curly blonde hair and a button nose and rosy cheeks. She is short and curvy with big, round breasts and not at all his type. But that doesn’t matter to him right now. His cock is suddenly connected to his fangs, and as they extend, so does it. He grabs her and spins her around, pressing his shaft into her back and she gasps. He bites down on her sharply and she moans as he slides his hand in between her legs and rubs her mound over the soft denim jeans.
“Ooooh,” she whispers and drops her head back even further.
He knows he is being a complete douche. She is with Scott and he is married to the love of his life. The woman he promised he would remain true to no matter what. But with Devon’s blood coursing through his veins, he is suddenly on fire, and the ache in his balls can finally be released. He walks her to the bed and retracts his fangs. With a quick flick the button of her jeans has popped open and he lowers the zipper. He pushes her down and she kneels on the edge of the bed as he pulls her jeans right off her and dumps them on the floor. Her plump ass is quivering before him and he reaches out to yank the strap of her panties and they tear free. They too end up on the floor and he has lost all rational thought. The only thing his mind is consumed with is the thought of his wife pregnant with another man’s child, a man she is currently shacked up with in a place that he can’t get to. He deserves this. He is owed this by her and for the first time in weeks he can get the release he so desperately needs. He drops his towel and squeezes Dawn’s ass before he parts her legs. He is inside her without a care for anyone else except himself. She is soft and wet, and he groans as he hears her breath hitch. She wants him to do this to her and right now that is all he can think about. He slams his hips against her backside, and she cries out. “Oh, Cole,” she gasps as he pounds her harder.
He shuts his eyes and concentrates on the only thing that matters to him in this moment. He can feel it start to build and as his cock detonates inside her, she screams his name as the wave hits her and she shudders against him. He opens his eyes and he continues to thrust the last of his orgasm into her as he hears Devon say behind him, “I forgot my watch, oh! Jesus Christ.”
Cole turns towards the door where Devon is standing stock-still staring at him while he has his dick buried inside his Feeder. He pulls out and stoops to retrieve his towel. “Dev, man, this isn’t what it looks like,” he starts, knowing it is exactly what it looks like.
It always is.
But Devon has started to walk away.
Fuck.
Cole scampers after him into the hallway and catches him before he opens the door to his bedroom. “Dev, please, I can explain.”
Devon regards him closely and asks, “What is there to explain? It looks exactly like you were fucking your Feeder.”
“I didn’t mean to,” Cole says to him urgently. “It just happened.”
“Oh, she lost her jeans and you accidentally fell into her, cock first?” Devon retorts. “Geez, you know you don’t shit where you eat around here. Liv will go fucking ballistic.”
“I know,” Cole says woefully. “But that’s part of the problem. She isn’t fucking here and the rest…do I really need to tell you how I feel?”
“No, I know you are suffering,” Devon admits. “Your secret is safe with me. Just don’t let me see it again.”
“Done,” Cole says, but feels like he has to add more. “I haven’t been able to, you know, for a while. I needed to so badly, but I just couldn’t. When I drank your blood and it tasted so much like hers it kick-started something in me.”
Devon stares at him so seriously that Cole wishes he hadn’t said as much as he had. Devon is going to think he is weird or gay and probably avoid him for the rest of eternity.
They gaze at each other for the longest time, and then as luck would have it, Jess opens Devon’s bedroom door, just as he asks, “My blood gave you a hard-on?”
Chapter 2
The Underworld, January 2014 – Cole, Devon, Constantine & Xane