Till Death Do US Part

Tease Her

[Kane’s POV]

“Come this way.” Tony says, leading me toward another room. “I’m certain that this one will satisfy you.”

“We’ll see.” I mutter, waiting and watching as he opens the door, showing me a beautiful blonde with large breasts and a curvaceous body. She grinds against a pole and then drops down to the ground as her golden eyes come to rest on me.

“Mmmm,” she purrs, crawling toward me. “Will you be my master for the evening?”

For a moment, I don’t speak as I take her in, and when I realize that nothing about her really calls to me, I feel an odd sensation rushing through me.

“Well?” Tony asks as the woman slowly slides her body up mine and wraps her arms around my neck. “What do you think?”

“Nothing,” I respond, plucking her arms off.

What the hell was happening? Usually I would become excited the minute a woman like this approached me, but even as I stand here with her breasts touching me and her hands playing with my belt, I don’t feel a damn thing. No hunger. No horniness. Nothing.

“I think I’m going to call it a night.” I sigh.

Shit. Was this because I was exhausted from using my abilities earlier on? Or was it because I was turned off from the disgusting blood I tasted earlier? I didn’t know, but everything in me screamed to get the hell out of here.

“What about feeding?” Tony asks as he follows me out of the room where the woman remains pouting. “You look pretty rough, man.”

“I’ll take supplements for now.”

Even if I didn’t feed on live prey, I could still take supplements or drink from blood bags. They weren’t the best tasting, and they didn’t leave me as satisfied as feeding on live prey, but they would do for the time being.

“I’ll see you next time.”

Finished speaking, I give Tony a wave before heading out into the night. Sighing, I once again find myself wondering what the f**k was wrong with me as I pull my cigarettes out of my pocket.

“Whatever,” I grumble, lighting one and heading to my car.

There was no point to overthinking it. I wouldn’t come up with an answer, and I would just end up angry in the end anyway.

That’s why the whole way back to the Woods’ estate, I don’t allow myself to overthink. Instead, I consider what happened before I left, and as I do, I can’t help but find myself wanting to know how the evening ended even when I basically wrote out the way it would go down.

When I arrive, I find that all the lights are out in the house and am relieved that I won’t be running into Frank.

I was certain after drinking he would want to discuss business even more, and I just wasn’t in the mood. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to get him onboard with my father’s company, but I knew that I would end up stealing all their trade secrets so that we gained the advantage, so it was pretty f*****g pointless.

“Naive humans.” I murmur, parking and heading toward the dark building. “Allowing the enemy to live with you and not even realizing it.”

I almost felt sorry toward them, almost, but Frank wasn’t innocent either. He was the one who stole someone else’s secrets first to build his business, so if you really thought about it, I was just helping them get even. But even then, I couldn’t stop the guilt I felt.

Emotions are a weakness, Kane. My father’s voice says, joining me in my head as I move inside. The minute you allow yourself to have them, you’re ruined.

These words were pounded into me since I was a young boy, and even now when I dare to show the slightest bit of emotion, they would be said to me. If they weren’t enough, then a punishment would suffice.

No wonder I am so f*****g twisted and untrusting now. I didn’t even stand a chance.

“Fuck.” I chuckle, pulling off my shoes and then looking around the empty foyer. Why am I even thinking of useless things this evening?

I must be more exhausted than I thought to be worrying about these things. The sooner I got some blood in me and slept, the better.

At least, that was the plan, but when I reach the stairs, the scent of cinnamon and spice hits me. It’s so much stronger this time around than earlier in the day, and before I can even stop myself, I’m moving in the direction that it is coming from.

Before long, I find myself standing in the threshold of the kitchen, where I spot a curvy, petite silhouette standing in front of the fridge.

She doesn’t notice me, or she does and just doesn’t care, but she looks gorgeous standing there in a simple black crop top tank top that gives the perfect view of a tribal tattoo above her ass that is barely covered by short black shorts.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to go around dressed like that?” I ask, leaning against the beam beside me, and then waiting as the little delinquent turns to take me in.

“Sorry,” she says, unbothered. “I forgot that a pervert was staying with us.”

“Pervert,” I repeat, watching as she closes the fridge door and heads toward me. “Is that how you treat your guests?”

“You aren’t my guest.” She tells me, attempting to get past but stopping as I step in the way. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You didn’t say excuse me.” I point out, inhaling deeply so her scent envelopes me, driving me crazy, and awakening my primal instincts.

“Get out of the way.” She snaps, trying to get past again only to be stopped. “Dude, seriously?”

“Would it be so hard to be nice to me?” I ask, leaning down so that my mouth is almost touching her ear. “If you are, I might consider giving you a treat.”

"Who the hell would want a treat from you?" She hisses, scurrying backwards. "And stop getting so damn close to me."

"But you're so fun to tease." I chuckle, beginning to move in on her. "I just want to see more of your expressions."