The vampire's wolf

The vampire's wolf-Chapter 17-Those words

A/N: This chapter will contain gay sex, so, if you don't like that, don't read it!

“Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.”

“No one could predict how someone fell in love. There were no set rules or guidelines, no boundaries, and no two couples were alike. Love did what it wanted to do and damn anyone else who tried to predict how it would act.”

Lucian’s P.O.V.

The ride back home was amusing and excruciating at the same time. It was amusing because most of the time Sasha looked like he wanted to mow over Devlin, who was riding in front of us in his black Ford Mustang Boss 302. The car was drool worthy and for some time I couldn’t get my eyes off it.

It had red on several parts of the car, and the roar of the engine was addicting. The front bumper was extended and the lowest part of it jutted forward. The rims were red as well as the roof and the windows were tinted.

I couldn’t find any reason for Sasha to be mad other than because Devlin also had a pretty damn awesome car.

I didn’t pry though. I just laughed with Rayne and sometimes Evan when Sasha had a rant or he muttered curses and death threats. All of which were very creative, mind you.

But no matter how much I laughed, I was also nervous as hell. I felt like there was a pit in my stomach and it was eating me from the inside. It was like I would just combust as soon as we came home. The closer we got to town, the more my stomach flipped.

I started gulping hardly every few minutes and my palms began to sweat. Thankfully, everybody was too busy to notice, or they just didn’t want to say anything. It didn’t matter, as I didn’t pay them any mind.

I was focused on something else. Namely confessing my feelings to someone.

I’m a Vampire King and I’ve lived for a very long time. I did many things and gotten out of many dangerous situations, but I have never confessed to anybody. It might seem like a lie and many wouldn’t believe me, but it’s true.

I’ve had many lovers. Males, females, vampires, werewolves, fey, witch, so on and so on. I’ve never told any of them those three words though.

Those words were something sacred to me, something holy. I wasn’t a very religious person, maybe not at all, but I did believe in those three words. And the only person I wanted to say them to was my mate.

That’s why I was sweating bullets. What if I screwed it up? What if I stutter? What if it doesn’t come out right?

Those questions were cluttering my mind for the time it took us to get home and to the Alpha’s compound.

But then I felt like I was going to faint. Puke then faint then puke again. In that order.

Slowly getting out of the car, I tried to steel my fracturing nerves. My body was shaking, but I tried to make it not visible to the people around me. The breeze that was blowing seemed to send thousands of electrical sparks and shocks throughout my body like my skin was a giant oversensitive nerve.

Those sparks and shocks weren’t pleasant either. It felt like the time you get sick or you’re very cold, but you have a fever and somebody touches you. Not that I know how being sick is, but I’ve been very cold at times.

I just motely made my way into the house, not paying attention to anybody. As I opened the door I could hear noises coming from the living room. People were talking, but there wasn’t the voice of the person I was looking for.