The Vampire's Last Omega

Open Season

He lied.

He wasn't hungry at all.

Teru dropped the pencil from his shaky hands and released a long breath. If he wouldn't have said anything about wanting food...

It seemed Kieran hadn't noticed that Teru was very aware of how close the vampire had been to biting him. When he'd realized what was about to happen, he almost kicked into his fight-or-flight gear, a natural reaction while in the presence of a predator. Thankfully, Teru had been able to overcome it and blurt out the first thing that came to mind.

Although Kieran was being kind these days, the almost-bite was a painful reminder that the man was still a bloodsucker in the end. And since Teru's blood apparently didn't affect Kieran's "allergy", it was only a matter of time before the inevitable occurred.

He touched the area on his neck where vampires tended to bite, imagining them on the bed with Kieran kissing his way up the omega's bare chest before reaching his throat. The fangs inched closer, making Teru fidget with need.

But instead of Kieran biting his jugular, he daydreamed what it would feel like to be officially marked as the alpha sank his canines into Teru's nape...

He shook his head to get rid of the wet fantasy, brushing away the sweat beading his forehead. He was hot again.

Is my heat coming back?

Wanting to avoid thinking about it, Teru focused on holding the pencil like Kieran showed him. It was easier said than done as sweat continued to moisten his shirt. He moved his neck from side to side to crack his spine, hoping to shake it off through the loud popping sounds.

The entrance door unlocked. Teru didn't worry based on Kieran's pace outside of the door, recognizing whose footsteps belonged to who.

He first saw the food cart roll in, followed by Kieran's arm soaked in blood. Kieran had a disturbed expression in his green eyes that only Teru noticed.

Wait. Green? Did he drink blood? What happened during the last hour to be stained with it?

Teru went to step closer, wanting to see if there were any wounds. "Are you hurt?" he asked.

"Stop." Kieran's voice was cold, his irises gleaming like green plants covered in glistening raindrops from the rising sun. There was no commanding tone to force him to pause—it was the minty pheromones. The scent was stronger than usual. Teru gulped and bit his lower lip to suppress the moan that desired to call out to Kieran.

The alpha's nose flared, noting the pre-heat pheromones.

Kieran's skin turned a few shades paler. "Just...stay. I mean it. Don't follow me."

Teru watched him disappear into his bedroom before returning to the table, listening to every sound in the other room. He heard the shower water, followed by someone throwing up.

Eventually, Kieran emerged, now clean with damp hair and red eyes. His pants hung dangerously low around his hips. Teru ogled at the white t-shirt that was a little too tight around his shoulders. Kieran's chiseled muscles were more defined than they were an hour ago, and his demeanor demanded all the omegas' attention, if there were any besides him. He smelled heavily of soap from the numerous washes, but not even a million showers could conceal the abnormally strong minty pheromones, practically causing the air to sparkle.

Basically, Kieran was walking sex.

He roughly placed the food platter in front of Teru, clearly holding back. They both were. This was just a distraction.

Today's course was a big slab of meat, potatoes, and a salad. Teru's nose bunched up when he saw the leafy greens, reminding him of the times when they'd had nothing to eat but grass during periods of famine.