Chapter 15
Viktor was staring in front of a door, questioning himself. He had snuck past the guards to get here, where the pull in his chest had led him. There were so many reasons why this was a bad idea. So many...
His behaviour was egregious. Sneaking about in a werewolf's territory was definitely breaking the rules.
He was about to turn back when the door opened. For a few moments, Viktor froze in surprise.
"What are you doing here?"
It was Alpha Rafael, his voice was gruff and he didn't look too happy to see Viktor.
The night framed Rafael too nicely, his purple eyes shone in a predatory gaze. There was a challenge in them that viktor wanted to answer.
"Forgive me," Viktor said, considering what to add as an excuse for his intrusion.
Rafael looked at him, up and down.
Viktor expected some growling and yelling, as he understood them. Werewolves were quite the beastly type.
"Who are you, vampire?" Rafael asked. "Why are you here?"
His voice did not have any anger. Now he looked just furious.
"I'm Lord Viktor, 1st Duke of the Night," Viktor introduced himself. The words memorised as he'd heard them introduce him to court all these years.
"First Duke," Rafael repeated as he leaned against the door frame.
This action caused Viktor's eyes to trail down. The Alpha wore a shirt he'd left unbuttoned. Viktor really liked the look of black silk on olive tanned skin. He couldn't keep his eyes from straying further down.
"Why are you here, Lord Viktor?"
Viktor was caught off guard. Rafael's voice was lower and his eyes were definitely darker. Viktor felt heat in his cheeks. Had Rafael caught him staring? The Alpha did not seem particularly bothered at Viktor's behaviour.
"There was a pull," Viktor started. Words had never felt more attuned in his mouth. "It led me here."
Rafael did not laugh or call out the absurdity of Viktor's words. Instead, he took a step forward. Closer. Now they stood so close they could share a breath.
Suddenly Viktor's traitorous heart beat so fast he wondered if Rafael could hear it. Viktor held eye contact with Rafael. The air was tense.
"A pull?"
Rafael's voice was low and sensual. In the quiet Viktor could hear faintly the Alpha's pulse, it was strong and enticing.
A second later Viktor could smell it, the blood flowing just underneath Rafael's skin. Suddenly so strong. Viktor felt overwhelmed by it.
He had never felt any scent so enticing before. His fangs ached to be let free, to sink into that soft skin.
How would blood look like on that skin? How much pleasure would he bring to both the Alpha and himself if he bit into that neck? He felt like a hapless newborn vampire right now, ruled by thirst.
"Why does it have to be you?"
Somehow Rafael's voice was hungry. The question didn't make sense to Viktor, but he felt something change in that moment. It was the moment both of them decided to stop fighting whatever strong influence was between them. The moment they gave in.
Rafael gripped Viktor in a way that should have been painful and sweet. Kissed him. The feeling was both foreign and intoxicating.
Rafael kissed like he wanted Viktor to submit, harsh and rough hands exploring Viktor's body in a way nobody had ever done before.
It woke instincts in Viktor he didn't even know he had. How could he submit to a pup? Rafael may have been taller than Viktor with an inch, it didn't matter as Viktor pulled his hair and pushed till his back hit the wall beside the door frame. With every passing second Viktor wanted more and more.
The kiss was as much a battle as it was pleasure. It was too much and too little. There was this acute feeling that something was missing.
Rafael pushed him off before gasping.
Viktor did not stop. His mind was in a haze. He started kissing Rafael's neck just on top of his pulse. He felt his fangs clench. He opened his mouth and then sank his fangs into Rafael's warm neck.
The Alpha responded with a groan, and then he was clutching Viktor, pulling him closer. Viktor felt his hands in his hair, pulling at Viktor's hair.
The blood was like scarlet wine. The more he drank, the more he thirsted.
And then they heard a groan, from inside the room.
suddenly Rafael pushed him away with as much force to make Viktor stumble.
Rafael looked at Viktor with enough disgust to make Viktor nauseous. It made Viktor come to his senses.
What had he just done?
"I'm sorry," Viktor said before speeding away.
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Rafael watched wide-eyed as Viktor disappeared faster than his own eyes could follow.
And so he was left standing in the hallway, harder than he'd ever been in his life... and so feeling confused. The adrenaline and lust were still flowing in his veins, but his mind was reeling at what he'd done.
Making out with a freaking vampire. Out in the hallway. They could have been caught.
"Fuck," he muttered into the lonely hallway.
And then he straightened, readjusted his trousers, and slipped back into the room. Behind, he shut the door carefully. He didn't want to wake Julian. As he thought that, he felt guilty, almost like he had been cheating on him.
And then he looked forward to see Julian standing beside him.
"Was it good?"