Grave Sight | A Reverse Harem Romance

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟

I would have moved away from Kieran if I had the energy, but all I could do was tilt my head to look up at him. He was tall normally, but with me on the ground, he looked like a giant.

He knelt in front of me, his violet eyes almost shining in the light of the moon. He had a small smile on his face as he watched me, his head tilted ever so slightly to the side.

Then he held up a bag of blood between us.

I stared at it, then looked back up into his eyes. I didn't reach for the blood - not because I didn't need it, but because I knew he wasn't just giving it to me for giggles.

"Take it," he said. "Unless you'd prefer a real vein. In which case, I'd have to go grab one for you."

"Why," I asked.

"Because I didn't bring someone with me," he replied.

"No." I shook my head. "Why are you here, and why are you giving me blood?"

He ripped open the top of the blood bag and held it under my nose. Within seconds, my fangs slid out.

His eyes widened slightly, and his smile faltered. "Your eyes glow pink?"

I looked up at him, ignoring the blood below my nose as well as I could. I could smell the sickly copper stench of it, and while I could say I hated the taste, I knew I needed and wanted it. Especially after that whole fiasco with Gregory.

Normally, my eyes were closer to sapphire in color. When I fed, or when I needed to feed, they shifted to a bright pink. Why? I didn't know. Sometimes I wondered if it was because I was only half, and the other half was necromancer.

"Fuck you," I said, moving away from the blood. I didn't need his pity.

"Thought you said you'd rather fuck a corpse," he teased. "Drink the blood while I'm still being nice, Nova."

I turned my face away. I wasn't his. He couldn't force me to do anything. I just needed to stop off at a twenty-four hour blood bank on the way home and grab some. I'd drink it in my car, gain control over myself again, then go home. But the longer he kept me there, the weaker I'd get until I couldn't even walk.

"Nova," he warned.

I didn't look at him. "Why do you even care if I live or die? You don't own me."

"Because I find you incredibly interesting," he said. "Now open your fucking mouth and drink the blood. I'm not playing this game with you anymore."

I didn't respond, nor did I move. He may have thought I was being difficult, but the truth was, I really didn't want his pity. I didn't want him taking more notice of me than he already had, and I didn't want him to think I owed him something.

In a move I barely registered, he had me on my back on the ground, his legs pinning my arms beside my body. He reached down with one hand and forced my head forward and my mouth open as he poured the blood into my mouth.

I had two options. I could sit there and drown, or I could swallow and kick his ass afterwards.

So I drank it, my eyes narrowed, locked with his. Within seconds, I felt the tell-tale signs of his arousal, and I wanted nothing more than to break his dick off. Of course he would get hard with eye contact. Of...fucking...course.

When the blood was drained from the bag, he didn't move off of me. He watched as the pale sheen to my skin became a little less sickly, and felt as my body heat rose.

"Like I said," he murmured, "interesting."

"Get off of me," I said, trying too hard to keep my voice calm.

He smirked. "Why? Afraid I'll see the blood is like an aphrodisiac, even to you?"

Blood, regardless of how it tasted to me, was a type of aphrodisiac to any and all vampires. Usually I was at home when I drank it, or alone, so I dealt with the after effects on my own.

I bore my teeth at him - fangs and all. Being the master of the city, and probably old as hell, he was a lot stronger than me. He could probably tear my head from my neck with just a flick of his wrist.

"No," I snarled. "So I can beat the shit out of you."

He full-on laughed, like I was joking. Or he thought it was a pitiful effort.

He stood, and I pushed to my feet and slammed my foot up into his dick as hard as I could. When his eyes widened, I sneered.

"Oh, sweetie," he crooned, "don't tease me."

My sneer fell and I stared at him in disbelief. I knew vampires had a high pain tolerance. I just didn't realize how high that was.

"Although," he shifted on his feet and grinned, "I'm usually the one disciplining my lover for acting out. Don't tell me I need to train you?"

What the actual-

My mouth dropped open. "You...you just..."

He raised his eyebrows. "I just...what? You can't tell me that didn't arouse you, Nova. I see it in your eyes. That part, at least, doesn't lie. As I'm sure another part wouldn't either, if I tested it."

"Touch me and I will raise every person in this graveyard and force them to tear you apart." I was full on blood and I would be able to, if need be. Graveyards were my domain, not his. His were shady clubs with backrooms designed for sex and blood sharing.

We couldn't be more different.

"Too stuck on werewolf lovers?" He slid his hands into his pockets.

"Too stuck on my business," I shot back.

"I'm interested in you, Nova." He shrugged, like it was obvious. "A half vampire not sired to a master vampire? That's unheard of. I've had eyes on you for years now. Also, you're the one who came into my club."

Oh, it was my fault?

"I went to your club," I took a step towards him, "to meet up with a date. Not to get your attention."

"You've had my attention."

I had half a mind to risk my own life to kill him. But I didn't have the weapons, nor the willpower. He wasn't showing his true power, and if I tried to kill him, I was sure he'd snap my neck first.

"Leave, Kieran." I couldn't deal with him anymore.

"As you wish." He made a show of bowing before disappearing completely from view.

Fucking vampires.

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A/N: So far, who are you liking better? Lucian or Kieran?