Void(48)

He finally stopped, and I noticed we were in the wing of vampire dorms, made obvious by the fang sigil hanging up in the hall. At one of the doors, he set me down way too quickly. My body hadn’t had enough time to realize that it was no longer moving at rapid speeds. I inwardly cursed his damn powers and his damn presumptuous, controlling attitude while I struggled to keep my empty stomach from collapsing in on itself.

“What the fuck was that for?” I seethed.

Instead of answering me, Render raised a fist and knocked on the door with a manic smile. I stood there, staring at him for a moment before a completely naked Blaire threw open her door, her perfectly rounded breasts and small pink nipples on display.

“Render!” she greeted in a sultry voice, leaning against the doorframe coyly. “Did you not get enough of me last night?” She smirked at him with heated eyes and ran her fingers down her cleavage. But her smoky demeanor crashed and burned the moment her blue eyes landed on me. “What the fuck is she doing here?” she demanded, her spine straightening.

“Just wanted to show her something,” Render replied before flashing forward and sinking his teeth into Blair’s neck.

I watched in part awe and horror as Blaire moaned in bliss, her mouth parting with a delighted sigh as she tipped her head back to accept his mouth on her vein. Blood dripped from Render’s lips, and he lifted his hand up to palm her breast, right there in front of me.

It pissed me the fuck off.

Not because I was angry at what they were doing, since I had no claim on him, but because I hated how it turned me on. I’d never thought of myself as a voyeur. But the way Render’s tongue darted over the blood dripping down her creamy skin, his strong hands kneading her flesh, his thigh shoved between her legs, his tempting power pulsing around me, and the way his eyes were locked on mine...it was erotic. I couldn’t look away, and his eyes held me captive.

“Oh gods,” Blaire breathed, moaning out an orgasm right there in the fucking doorway.

Vamps walked by and smiled, not even caring that he was getting her off in front of everyone. Vamps were sensual beings, known for orgies and voyeurism just as much as shifters were known for intense, dominant fucking.

Watching the way he moved, it was a safe bet that Render had a lot of experience in this department. He knew exactly how to touch a woman. His hand trailed a heated line down her stomach before plunging between her thighs. My mouth parted, my chest heaving in air as I pressed my own thighs together for some much needed friction. His venom must have been working overtime, because Blaire’s moans grew louder in tandem with his fingers.

That’s when the jealousy came.

I was suddenly roiling with dark envy that he wasn’t touching me. Jealous that I’d never have a supe’s undivided attention like that. He might have kissed me last night, but it obviously meant nothing. Just a craving he had to satisfy. It was in his nature, after all.

I tore my eyes away from him and forced myself to walk away. He’d made his point. I was nothing special. Just because he craved me didn’t mean that he would ever choose me. Every gulp he took of Blaire’s neck proved that. Putting one foot in front of the other, I heard her orgasm again just as I turned the corner and headed down the stairs. Feeling twisted and rejected, I put distance between me and the confusing vampire.

I barely reached the last step of the stairs when a hard body slammed into my back, nearly toppling me over. “Did I say that you could walk away?” Render snarled before spinning me around to face him.

“I saw enough. I didn’t want to watch anymore,” I replied while staring at Blaire’s blood on his lips. I bet if he cupped my cheeks, I’d be able to scent her arousal on his fingertips.

“Liar. I can smell how turned on you are.”

Fine. If he wanted to do this, then I’d meet him hit for hit.

“Yeah, it was hot. But you made your point. You don’t want my blood, right?” I said before biting hard into the tender spot on my lip again, causing rich red liquid to pool in my mouth. His eyes darted down, and his tongue dipped out in a hungry gesture.

“You don’t want my power anywhere near you either,” I went on, stepping closer to him. I brushed my breasts against his chest, causing the pebbled peaks to strain against my shirt. His hands came up to grip my waist, his fingers digging into my skin like they had a mind of their own.

“And you don’t want my body,” I said, widening my stance and straddling his thigh. Oh gods, the friction was right there. All it would take was a little movement.

“Exactly. I don’t want you,” Render said with a hard swallow, sounding like he was trying to convince himself. I didn’t know what was worse: him truly not wanting me or him hating who I was so much that he denied it.

“Good,” I said, suddenly stepping away, making his arms fall to his sides. “Because I don’t want you either, vamp.”

The lie tasted like warm copper and repression.





Chapter 12





“Why so sad, Void?” Hyde asked before sitting next to me at the breakfast table the next day.

I’d purposefully kept my head down, focusing on the mushy food in front of me. No matter what I ordered from the waiters at the school, they always brought me the same damn thing: oatmeal. Everyone else got five-star fucking meals. I’d heard the chef was a fire elemental who’d seen me take away his wife’s cousin’s powers when I was thirteen. It obviously didn’t matter that I’d just been a kid, ordered to do it by the council. He hated me on principle. I played around with the mush with my spoon, not trusting that he hadn’t spit in it. It wouldn’t surprise me.