Page 42 of Sunshine and the Vamp

I tucked my hands into the big pocket at the front of my hoodie and headed deeper into the house. I couldn’t remember where the kitchen was, but I was sure I’d come across it eventually. The Morozov Mansion was huge with loads of features that I’m pretty sure were original to the house. Huge white walls, solid oak doors, high ceilings and the massive columns in the entrance hall. I’d already seen the library, but I wondered if there was a ballroom. Did Damyr ever have parties? I snorted. The guy seemed too uptight to go dancing. Although, I wouldn’t mind seeing him in a tux.

Nope. I wouldn’t allot anymore time to thinking about Damyr. Heat flushed up my neck as I thought about what I’d done earlier, and a shiver zipped up my spine. Would he be able to tell that I’d touched myself to thoughts of him, that I’d cum moaning his name?

Fuck. I needed to stop thinking about him or I’d end up with an erection in my very tight jeans and that wouldn’t be comfortable at all.

My feet stopped outside a dark wooden door, something tempting me to open it. There was a tugging behind my solar plexus, pulling me towards something that felt good. It was strange, and a little unsettling but underneath that, it felt like coming home.

I reached for the handle, curious to know what was on the other side, and pushed the door open.

There was a muffle of voices that instantly stopped as the door opened wider, and I found five pairs of eyes looking at me from across the room. My gaze immediately found Damyr’s, and warmth settled in my stomach. Comfortable and familiar.

And completely weird. What the hell was that all about?

“Oh, sorry,” I muttered. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

“You didn’t,” Damyr replied, as he stepped out from behind his desk. Relief flooded through me as he came closer, but I didn’t understand why. It confused me and I found myself frowning as he closed the distance between us.

He stopped as he reached me. His nostrils widened and his eyes turned a deep blue. He leant forwards slightly and drew a breath through his nose.

“Did you just smell me?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You smell… good.”

“My things didn’t seem to be in the bathroom, so I used yours. I hope that’s okay?” And then I came whilst saying your name all because the scent of you turned me on, but he didn’t need to know that bit.

“Yes,” he growled, and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. He stared at me for the longest minute, his eyes holding mine unrelentingly.

“Damyr?” I whispered.

“Benjamin.”

I swallowed, and his eyes tracked the motion. “Everyone is watching us.”

I could see them all out the corner of my eye. Vlad seemed to be looking at us fondly, Byron with his usual manic glee and Aleksey just looked like his normal angry self. Acheron, however, had somehow managed to find popcorn.

“This is hot, right?” Acheron said around a mouthful of kernels.

“Fuck yes,” Byron said. “Think they’ll let us watch?”

Aleksey let out a derisive snort and I clocked the sneer curling his lip. I don’t think the angry elf liked me very much.

“Absolutely not,” Damyr snapped, his eyes never leaving mine. “Forgive me, Benjamin. We are just in the middle of a meeting.”

“Oh.” I didn’t know why that made me feel disappointed.

Damyr frowned, his dark brows casting shadows over his eyes. “Let me walk you to the kitchen.”

Joy burst through my veins, all warm and fuzzy and what the hell was happening to me? I never let a guy affect me this much but I seemed to have more emotions than the main character in a bad teen movie. It was giving me whiplash.

“What about the meeting?” Aleksey said, his voice barely more than a grumble.

“I’ll be back,” Damyr said as he placed his hand on the small of my back to lead me out of the room. I nearly fucking swooned. Fuck, I needed my head checked.

Aleksey stood from his chair. “Damyr—”

“I said I’ll be back!” Damyr shouted as he whipped around to face Aleksey. I couldn’t see his face, but I could hear the hiss in Damyr’s words.

Aleksey stared back, his face as hard as stone, the muscle along his jaw twitching. I didn’t fully understand the dynamic between these men, but I had a feeling I’d unwittingly done something to upset the balance.

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