Mine! (m x b)

Chapter Nine: Supernaturally Sexy ((Updated 2023))

             Alistair

The day had turned into night. He had finished knitting the scarf and promptly wrapped it around my neck as I carried him upstairs to put him in bed. He stared at me with a certain spark in his eye. I wasn't sure if it was lust, adoration, love, or admiration of me or the scarf.

I opened the large white door to his room and gently laid him on the middle of his gargantuan mattress. I pulled the blanket up from underneath him and tucked him in. "Good night, Camden. Hope sweet dreams follow you through the night."

"Night, Ali. And ditto." He pressed his face against his silk pillowcase and pulled the blanket up to his ear. "Please turn off the lamp as you leave?"

"Of course." I flicked the switch as requested, watching him snuggle deeper into his bed.

He's kinda cute.

I was flabbergasted by my brain and slapped myself across the face after closing his door. How dare that thought run through me. He is food, nothing more nothing less. Just a delicious blood soup wrapped in skin and muscles.

"Shut up, Alistair." I hissed at myself as I hit my head on the wall over and over. "Just food. Just food. Just food."

Just food. Nothing more, nothing less.

I sighed and lifted my head from the wall and continued my descent down the stairs.

Camden

I waited until he left to pull myself up into a sitting position in bed.

"Just food." I heard him mutter over and over, accompanied by the sound of light thumps against the wall.

I hummed at that, grabbing the notebook and pen I kept hidden in a locked drawer.

Proof Alistair is a Vampire:

- Supernatural strength
- Inhuman beauty
- 'Just food', me??
- Freezing cold skin
- Never eaten
-

"I did see him drink coffee that one time, though." I tsked and crossed out the second to last line. 

-Healed from a deadly wound fast

"Is that really all I have?" I frowned. "Well, not like I can't update it." I sighed and placed the notebook and pen back in the drawer.

I laid my head back against a pillow and glared at the roof. If only he would speak a little more. He's constantly thinking to himself, it was obvious in the way his eyes would roll over the room so nonchalantly and the way his jaw clenched.

He's a big, sexy, brooding vampire. I have never sympathized with brooding vampires in movies, television shows, and books, because I had always thought it would be neat to be a vampire.

I  was prone to sickness, my immune system was weak. I  had a fever or a cold at least three times a year. If I was a vampire, I wouldn't have to deal with that anymore. There would be no need for food anymore, and considering inflation, that would be a good thing for my wallet. Just because I had a lot of money, didn't mean he liked to spend a lot of money. Not on food, really.

Clothes, furniture, and various minimalistic things? Now that I didn't mind spending money on. I love fine things, vintage furniture, expensive perfumes and colognes, genuine gemstone jewelry, and designer clothing.

I am, after all, the sole heir of a large corporation, I have to look and smell good.

And seeing the effect I had on the older man that had placed me in his lap, I feel like that is a good buy.

My stomach heated as I thought about being perched in Alistair's, being called a 'good boy'. It was unlocking some hidden kink. Feeling so small in his arms. Being praised for something so small. It made my heart thrum in excitement.

My hand traveled beneath the blanket and fought between the layers of my pants and underwear to gently grasp my length.

I gasped and pulled my hand back to pump some lotion on it from the bottle on the nightstand, shimmying my pants and underwear down my legs just enough to touch freely.

I closed my eyes and grabbed myself again, a soft sigh escaping my lips.

With each pull my heart surged to life, beating hard. My pants became harder and deeper with each delicious touch. I put my mouth over my hand to silence myself.

Faster and faster, each pant turning into a breathy, desperate moan. Images of Alistair flashed in front of my eyes, daydreams of our bodies tangled so sweetly and so sinful it made my mouth water.

"Alistair!" I moaned and spilled in my hand. My head fell back against the pillow as I panted. My legs shook as I relaxed them against the silken sheets.

After a few moments of panting and waiting out my post-orgasmic haze to clean myself up and relax back in bed, my eyes fluttering closed as sleepiness hit me full force.

There is no way Alistair is human. And I will prove it.