Chapter 7

Dante's POV

His thoughts were wild, it took me all I had to not burst out laughing. Did he really think of all these things at once? God he was so adorable.

“You should sit down” I led him to a stool besides the kitchen Island. He sat and continued to eat his food looking as delicious as ever.

The rambling in his head loud. I know I shouldn't but Its been long since I had fun so I had to torture him.

“Can I have a sip” I leaned into his straw and he shakily offered it to me. I made sure to lean into it properly, sucking the part that had just been in his mouth.

His mouth was parted slightly unconsciously watching me drink from his straw. He gulping as I pulled the straw away and led it back to his lips. He took the whole straw back in his mouth and I had the smile.

“Tastes so good, I'd have had more but I'm so full from the meeting. I take back my criticism of your excessive addition of icecream. It just makes it extra creamy” I smiled pretending not to know what I just did to him.

He schooled his very aroused face and nodded. “I'm the milkshake king, I'm the king of all drinks really”

He gulped up all his milkshake and rushed to his office. Watching him go, it took everything in me not to laugh.

He was a funny prey. So cute and easy to rile up. So responsive even though he tried his best to school his expressions. His quickened pulse made me even hungrier

Thank goodness I actually did eat while I was out. I'd gone for a meeting with other investors that's were vampires and whenever there was a meeting like that, blood was always on the menu.

This meeting especially had blood bunnies hire specifically to feed us. I didn't want to have a drink at first but I was happy I did because there was no way I could fight just how badly I wanted Christopher if I was hungry.

The way he smelled when aroused, was torture all I wanted to do was pin him against the kitchen island and ravage him.

I went upstairs to my room and took a shower. Vampires couldn't smell but I liked the feeling of being clean and showering helped clear my head.

I went through the pile of books I had been looking for. Or specifically someone. The Sire of the Ace coven. This was getting out of hand. I didn't even know the vampire because he was obviously newly made and I haven't been looking into newly made vampires. I had information about them all as the “King” I kept records of but I haven't really cared about newlings.

I found a picture of him under the name Ace. He was made in the 1940s. During the civil rights movement. Great! Jim Crow era vampires.

I went through his files and realized he was a racist turned vampire supremacist. He held the belief that vampires were superior to humans and should own them.

He looked the part of a douche too. He had shares in healthcare or more like an insurance dick head. His insurance company charged a shit load of money on payments and they didn't cover all procedures.

If you wanted them to pay the “agents” his larkys made you sign an agreement to "donate" your blood for life in exchange for the treatment.

They were exploiting people. I wasn't really a strong moral power seeing that I was still a cold ruthless vampire, but I treated humans with the respect they deserve.

This meeting was very serious. The Ace coven had begun to encroach on one of the other smaller packs and they were coming to me asking for help.

I didn't want violence. I'd spent some decades now curating this peaceful environment with other vampires and I didn't want to go back to being known as a warlord because of some newbies turned after world war two.

They obviously had not seen pure violence or massacre. I was planning on keeping it as peaceful and as civil as I could.

I put on some worn jeans and a T-shirt and went downstairs to see what my new toy was working on.

When I opened the door he was so engrossed in his work to notice me. I smiled remembering how scared he'd been when I had opened the door to call him to come shop with me.

I had done that on purpose. He was so cute wearing those glasses being all focused on working. I had to have a closer look and then I had scared him, so this time I decided to knock.

“Hey” I called to hima and he looked up from the pile of papers frowning. Then the recognition hit in as I walked in.

“Hi there” he responded with a tired smile.

“What're you working on?” I asked him as he furrowed his brows looking more stressed.

“Nothing much, I just need to balance these and I'm done” he said, turning back to his pile of papers and hacking on. It was getting late, almost 12 in the morning. He didn't have class the next day so I was hoping to keep him here.

He spent another hour working before looking up with a satisfied smile.

“Done” he grinned and then stood up to stretch. I heard his bones crack and winced. That should be painful for humans right? It'd been so long since I was human I didn't really know a lot about humanity. But I knew their fragility and how weak they were.

He looked really sleepy and stressed.

“You look so tired” I commented and he nodded with sleepy eyes.

“Well you can sleep here” I suggested and he looked at me like I was crazy but I could hear the exhaustion in his thoughts.

“I have a spare bedroom for you. You get to sleep, wake up tomorrow and leave if you want to” I explained to him.

He still looked unsure. “Well Tim's gone home for an emergency and I'm too tired to drive you”

I lied. Yes I did bite me.

“Well I could take the subway or something” he tried to reason.

“In this condition?” I asked and shook my head.

“You look too stressed out and almost completely knocked out. I couldn't possibly let you leave. Come on let me show you to your room “ I pulled him along and he opened his mouth to protest before closing it and walking with me.