The Hunger - Only Lovers Left Alive

Chapter Nine

Adam stood outside of the door, peering in through the crack from where they had left it ajar.

The moans and whimpers of his master had drawn his attention and become so distracting that he couldn't concentrate.

He wasn't entirely sure why he had wandered to her door, but something inside him niggled in the back of his brain and made him need to see her.

Thinking of her as his master rubbed Adam the wrong way, unfortunately that's where his mind instantly went when he thought about her.

The master and fledgling relationship was infuriatingly strong and he would give anything to go back to how things used to be, when he was a lone musician trying to get a gig without having to worry about any loyalties.

Now he was stuck needing this woman in a way he had never needed anyone before and the fact that another man, long time husband or not, was drawing out sounds he wished to cause made his stomach churn in jealousy.

He was still surprised that vampires had a sex drive, what with technically being dead and all, even though he had felt some kind of sexual need towards her.

Adam wasn't accustomed to voyeuristic tendencies, but once he had peeked, he found that he couldn't look away.

His eyes trailed her wide hips as they rolled, guided by Vincent's hands to keep a steady rhythm that was neither rough nor rushed.

It was sensual, alluring and had Adam palming himself through his black jeans.

The way her back curved as she moved her hips was hypnotic and helped Adam focus, the occasional smack of a palm against skin broke the air or Vincent would chuckle which momentarily distracted him.

During one such moment, his eyes flickered to the other male vampire and their eyes met, Vincent giving him a smirk that told Adam that the elder vampire knew he'd been there for a while.

Adam quickly backed away from the doorframe and pressed his back to the wall, slapping a hand on his face as he tried to fight a feeling of embarrassment that flared up, a very rare occurrence for him.

This was getting ridiculous.

His craving for her and the need to keep her protected was getting stronger, he despised it but he despised Vincent being that close to her even more.

A simple invitation to join them earlier wouldn't have sufficed, this need was something deeper and he wondered if any of Vincent's fledglings had felt the strong sense of possessiveness over their master.

How long would it last?

Adam pushed away from the wall, he moved back towards the old couch and flopped onto it, trying to drown out those accursed alluring moans.

Maybe he could find a way to contact one of Vincent's old fledglings to learn anything he could, but that also meant having to leave his master's safehouse and being vulnerable.

He growled in frustration and smashed his fist into the table beside him, causing the wood to splinter.

All these emotions left him feeling uncomfortable.

Adam had always been a calm guy, never one to react strongly to anything, he tended to take things in his stride and was known for his mellow attitude.

Since turning, everything felt like it affected him ten times worse than it typically would and that, in an ironic twist, only spurred to frustrate him more.

He wanted out of this hell, but he also wanted to stay with her.

Unfortunately, that meant having Vincent around as well, unless there was a way to get rid of him.

A spark suddenly flashed through Adam's mind and he sat up suddenly, he eyes trained on the doorway that led to their room.

Maybe there was a way to get what he wanted.

Vincent was apparently quite ancient, surely he knew the answers to all the questions he had, his many fledglings over the years must have asked him the same things Adam needed to know.

A heart to heart with his master's husband couldn't harm anyone, could it?

It was an opportune moment to learn more about the mysterious man.

Maybe he'd pick up on why she had chosen him so many years ago.

What was so special about him?

Maybe he could answer when these irrational feelings towards her would disappear, like a child finally growing into an adult ready to leave home.

But, a quiet voice piped up with the dreaded question, what if it never did?

What if he was stuck like this forever?