Page 50 of Beyond Fate

Even Kalen was grinning.

Jaytee exhaled and shook his head like they were a pain in his ass.

Damon poked him in his arm. “Admit it. You miss your little boo.”

The hunger grew a little more, and now Damon was zeroed in on Jaytee’s neck. The sound of blood rushing through the veins of every person in the restaurant filled his ears, along with their loud heartbeats.

Yet, the hunger still wasn’t coming from the dark need inside of him. It was more like a hunger in his stomach, but not for food. “We have a problem,” Damon whispered urgently.

All three turned to him, concern in their eyes.

“I’m a little too preoccupied with Jaytee’s neck, and I can hear the pulse of every person in this place.” He lifted his hand slightly to gesture toward everyone sitting around them.

“You can hear all that?” Jax tilted his head in fascination at Damon. “That’s pretty cool.”

“Now is not the time to be impressed,” Damon growled. He quickly covered his mouth when his fangs involuntarily lengthened. This was not good.

“Let’s roll, boys.” His dad stood up just as Mason arrived at their table carrying takeout boxes. He quickly packed their food as Jaytee got up and let Damon scoot out of the booth.

“Thanks.” Kalen shook Mason’s hand.

“Just take care of him,” Mason said to Kalen before he glanced at Damon. “No offense if I don’t shake your hand. Hope you figure this out.”

Whatever hunger was gnawing at him was triggering Damon’s own thirst now. His gaze scanned hungrily over the customers, searching for the strongest heartbeat.

“Get moving.” Kalen grabbed Damon’s arm and pulled him toward the door. “We can’t have you feeding on an innocent person, son. If it’s that desperate, you can feed on one of us.”

“I can’t,” Damon whispered.

“Why not?” Kalen pushed open the door as they exited.

“It’s an intimate thing,” Jaytee chimed in from behind them. “I can pour some blood into a cup if you need it that badly.”

Damon nodded quickly, his hand still covering his mouth, his mind becoming hazy, the desire for blood overpowering his thoughts. He didn’t want to drink blood from a cup. That sounded disgusting, but the hunger was growing too strong to be picky.

“I’ll go grab a cup,” Jax offered. “I’ll meet you guys behind the building.”

“Call Casimir,” Damon said from behind his hand. He had also gotten his mate a cell phone with his delivery of clothing and had programmed Casimir’s number into his family’s phones and vice versa.

“On it.” Jaytee pulled out his phone as Kalen helped Damon walk toward the back of the building. Now that they were outside and away from the crowd, his father’s pulse was the most prominent sound he could hear.

“Sink them into me and we’re going to have real problems,” Kalen warned without looking at Damon. His father was much taller than him, an inch shorter than Casimir, with large muscles and quiet authority.

“Casimir is on his way with Raidh and Elvine,” Jaytee said, sliding his phone into his back pocket.

“Why is he bringing them?” Kalen asked.

Jaytee shot Damon a glare. “Because my twin told his mate to keep a close eye on the brats. Now Casimir refuses to take his eyes off of them.”

Damon dropped his hand but tried his best not to breathe in their scents. His fangs were fully exposed now.

“Those are kind of cool,” Jaytee commented with a small smile. “Pointy too.”

“Do you want to find out just how sharp they are?” Damon growled.

“Not really,” Jaytee replied with a frown just as Jax joined them, holding a comically large cup in his hand. It was one of those super-sized ones.

“Son, are you trying to drain us?” Kalen looked incredulously at the cup then at Jax. “I’m sure a smaller one would have done just fine.”

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