Page 12 of Hungry for the Vampire

He bit down onto his lip with a sharp tooth. "I thought, after the party, it would pass. But you were still in my head. I want to protect you, I need to. It's in my nature to keep certain things secret. Yet..."

Roman shook his head slightly before looking at me again. "I do not want to keep these secrets from you."

I just nodded, slowly, waiting for him to tell me what was weighing on him. There was no way any of my conspiracy theories could be right. At this point, I was just hoping he was okay.

"I have taken an attraction to you," Roman said.

I squeaked. Like a mouse.

"Not to say I expect the same from you, Jared." Roman exhaled through his nose. "But if we are to remain close until this matter is resolved, it's right for you to know."

"You're...you're being serious," I managed to say.

"Of course," Roman said. "Does this make you uncomfortable?"

I shook my head as my stupid goddamn cheeks heated up again. Just once, I'd have liked to stop wearing my emotions on my face.

"Well. I'm glad, then," Roman said, sounding more forlorn than anything. He shifted on the couch, away from me, slightly. "Perhaps we should—"

"I like you too!" I said, way too quickly, way too loudly. I snapped my mouth shut and tried again. "I...I like you, too."

"You are attracted to me?" Roman raised an eyebrow.

I nodded meekly. "I'm sorry. This is...you're...I've never had the hots for a guy, alright? You're the—you're the first. I didn't know how to tell you. I didn't even know if I should."

He shifted again. Toward me.

"Yes, you should have told me," Roman said. "You would have saved me many hours of trepidation."

"My bad," I whispered. My heart was pounding in my chest, my mouth dry, my hands clutching the couch cushion. "What should we, um...what should we do now?"

Roman smiled. "I have some ideas of what I would like to do with you, Jared."

And he moved in closer.

And he kissed me.

Chapter 9

I melted.

My muscles turned to water. I fell into him like a comfy bed, like a trust fall, like I was dropping into an abyss. His arms held me up easily, our lips pressed into each other, and this was it, I was kissing a guy for the first time, I was kissing Roman, and I was hot and frantic and hard, achingly hard between my legs.

His big hands moved down to my sides and held me, and when his lips parted and his tongue came into my mouth, I accepted it eagerly. His breath was hot and his lips were cool, his tongue warm as it slid over mine. I moaned, my whole body shuddering under his touch. It was the most intense ten seconds of my life, and when we pulled apart, I felt like I'd just run a marathon and was trying to catch my breath.

Roman, for his part, looked flushed. There was color in his cheeks, his lips glistening and slightly parted. His shirt was rumpled where I had reached forward to feel his abs. I wondered how obvious it was that my cock was straining at my pants. Should I hide it? Would he want to see that? I'd want to see his. I'd want to—

He caught me looking, putting his hand on my arm. "I hope I am not too forward. But something about you makes me just...act."

I shook my head, swallowing. "You're not too forward. That was so...fuck, that was so hot, Roman. I..." I pulled in a breath, knowing what I needed to say. "You wanna go to your room?"

His eyes flashed, dark and excited, and a thrill traveled through me just knowing I could make him feel this way. This huge guy, carved from stone, fighting off wolves with his bare hands, yet I was the thing that put color in his cheeks and made his heart speed up.

He stood from the couch and took my hand, pulling me to my feet. There was no hiding my erection now, tenting my pants shamelessly. Roman glanced down at it, but just for a moment before pulling me toward the hallway. Into the darkness of his room we went, and Roman took us both to his bed.

It was just as soft as it had looked. Plush and comfortable, but all that mattered was Roman's firm body against me, his arms around me, the hard pole of his own stiff cock rubbing against me through his sweatpants. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this turned on, this overwhelmed with lust. It was almost scary, the things I wanted to do with him. A long list of things I'd never tried before, a list that I wanted to cross every single thing off of and then find more to write.

His breath on my neck, hot and wet, followed by his tongue. I groaned, clutching at his arm as goosebumps rippled over my body.