Page 26 of Heathens

The sky is transforming, beautiful yellows and oranges that bathe Santa Cruz in a gorgeous glow. I find myself drifting into a smile as I make a loop back to the penthouse. It all reminds me of her, of her blazing red hair. I want to be wrapped up in it. In her.

Beside me, I can feel Luke getting nervous, and for once, I can’t blame him. This is the most sunlight either of us has ever got to see in years. You can’t help but to fear it, but I’m in awe at the same time. There’s a deep craving, one that comes from missing the simplicity of a warm summer’s day; existing without all these complications and rules. But those days are long behind me now, and that craving only leads to a quick and fiery end.

My car pulls up to Luke’s apartment and he darts inside. Within another few minutes, I’m back home, pulling my jacket over my head to make sure I don’t get scorched on the short run from my car to the penthouse.I really should get some sort of awning put in, or a fucking umbrella. Anything. But I have more pressing matters to attend to. The formula, Rene, and…

I’m going to see her again. I have to.

I take the bag out of the safe in my bedroom, listening to the little vials clink together before I toss it on the coffee table. Theo said I needed a plan, but I can barely think. So, I head into the kitchen and find myself staring at an open fridge; at the bags and bags of blood that we stole from a shipment last week. Poor motherfucker didn’t even see it coming.

He didn’t just have blood, though. A quick search of the vehicle told me he was working for Rene on the side, smuggling weapons, ammo, and all kinds of shit. I pull out a bag of A negative, fill a glass about halfway and take a sip, scowling slightly at the flavor as I head back into the living room. It’s a little sour and bitter, but I’ll get used to it.

My shirt is suddenly suffocating, so I strip it and my jacket off, tossing both on the couch before I sink into it. I’m exhausted, and I should be asleep, but my mind won’t stop spinning.

“Plan, I need a plan…”

It’s so antithetical to everything I know. I lean over and rifle through the bag, shaking one of the bottles out of sheer frustration. I wouldn’t even know where to start with any of this shit. It’s like I’ve got the ingredients to make a cake, but I can’t read the goddamn recipe.

I wonder if Theo and Mateo have had any luck on their end.

It’s nearly sunrise, probably only a few minutes until every single vampire still in the streets has to scatter for shelter. Theo likes to go to bed early, and he doesn’t like to be disturbed, which means I can’t call him to talk this shit out.

My eyes slide closed and I tilt my head back, the glass resting on my thigh. My mind wanders back to Nox, to her, and that gun shoved in Rene Deschamps’ face. My oldest obsession and newest obsessions gather like a storm cloud in the back of my mind until I’m fucking aching. I’m dreaming of all the ways she could have killed him and I don’t want to stop. My cock throbs as my mind twists the other way, running through all the things I want to do to her; all the ways I want to make her scream out in bliss, all the ways to make her hurt.

I wish she was here right now, on her knees in front of me with those big green eyes gazing up at me like I’m a fucking god. I’d give anything to have my hand in her hair while she takes me all the way down her throat.

I groan at the thought of it and palm my cock.

“Fuck.”

Those full lips would look so pretty wrapped around me, leaving big smears of red lipstick behind. I can almost feel her mouth engulfing me, taking me as deep as she can, all the way down until she chokes. I squeeze my cock through my pants to relieve some of the pressure. The next time I see her, I’m taking what’s mine.

She’s definitely into me. I could see it in her eyes as I teased and prodded at her. It’s hard for humans to hide that kind of shit. Their pupils dilate, their cheeks flush, and they make really intense eye contact. She was doing all of that and more, all while telling me I was losing her money.

I like the ones who play hard to get.

I abandon my drink on the coffee table and unzip my pants, tugging them down my hips a little as I tease myself over my briefs. I’m tortured by lust, ready to push myself until I can’t take it anymore.

I need something brutal and raw. I want to fuck her as I slowly suck down on her neck, but all I’ve got is my hand and some second-hand blood in a glass. My eyes pop open and I reach over, snatching the crystal off of the table, tipping it over and letting a pool of crimson fill my palm. I shove my hand back into my briefs and wrap my fingers around my cock, squeezing hard before my hips buck into my hand. I can’t wait until it’s her pussy surrounding me.

I don’t even know her name, but I want her bent over my couch, my fangs lodged in the side of her neck while I fuck her hard and deep. I want those tits in my mouth, my tongue swirling over her perfect little nipples. I want to feel that warm pussy quiver around my cock. I want her fiery hair wrapped around my knuckles like a rope while she begs me to fuck harder. Faster.

My strokes speed up and the heat inside me builds. I pull my cock right out of my briefs and stare down at it, slick and covered in blood and a bit of precum leaking from the tip. I let my eyes fall shut again, and I can see her on her knees, taking me all the way down her throat like a good girl, licking the blood off of me.

“That’s it,” I groan. “Fuck, princess, just like that. Such a good girl taking every inch.”

I thank god for my extremely vivid imagination. The fantasy is so intense, I can hear her moans.

It all feels so real, my cock getting slicker and slicker as I push myself closer to the edge. My muscles clench and heat spreads all down my legs and up into my chest. I wonder what she’d look like with my hand around her throat and my claws digging into her skin. I wonder what that snarky voice wouldreallysound like as she desperately moaned my name. Thankfully, I’m going back tomorrow to find out.

Suddenly, the knot in my belly slips loose, and I’m coming so fucking hard my body arches right off of the goddamn couch. One hand slams into the cushion and my claws sink into velvet. Liquid fire rushes through me, forcing my back to arch as my heels dig into the floor, and I let out a ragged grunt.

“Fuck!”

Ropes of cum land on my chest, some of it dripping down my knuckles. What the fuck has this woman reduced me to in a single night? My strokes slow down and I open my eyes, losing sight of my imaginary vixen as I take in the scene in front of me. I’m fucking covered in cum and blood. Little aftershocks of pleasure shoot through me as I swipe my thumb over the head of my cock, shivering a little.

The sudden absence of my intense fantasies gives way to a deep and solemn loneliness. It couldn’t even wait for me to come down before it stabbed into me. It’s been a long time since someone has captivated me the way she does.

I sigh and reach behind me, grabbing my turtleneck to wipe myself clean. Exhaustion overtakes me as I reach for my drink, downing the rest in one go before I drag myself up.

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