Page 6 of Necking with a Vampire (Halloween Temptation #1)

Draven hurried Peter along to the nearest restroom.

While it was nice, because Peter desperately wanted to clean up, it also felt like Draven was trying to put distance between them and Peter’s prof.

Weird.

And it was even weirder how, when they reached the restroom, Draven refused to enter.

“The lighting does nothing for my complexion,” Draven said.

In the brief moment of the door opening and closing, Draven didn’t have a reflection. Peter normally would brush it off as a funhouse mirror or distortion effect. Instead, it only added to the long list of unsettling things he’d been trying to ignore.

Peter stepped into one of the stalls and stripped off his boxers. Screw cleaning up. He stuffed them into a pocket and declared it good enough.

This was why he avoided the creepy forest. Weird shit like this happened.

The only thing that made him pause was his own reflection. Peter touched one of the dark bruises on his neck and hissed. Shit it was tender. How hard had Draven sucked?

Peter exited the washroom, keeping a weary eye on the mirrors. But Draven was a small distance away. Some guy in a werewolf costume had backed him up against the wall.

A very, very realistic looking werewolf! How did he get the mouth and eyes moving so naturally? Movie make-up and prosthetics had come a long way.

At first, it looked like Draven needed saving. The monster was huge.

But then Peter heard the werewolf whine, “What makes this one special?”

Draven wasn’t cornered. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and teeth bared. Not as a smile - as a threat.

“He’s mine. There will be no sharing tonight.”

The werewolf growled deep in his chest. “You have no idea how good he smells. He belongs with us.” The werewolf licked his lips. Wow, that was some extra realistic effects. “He should be ours.”

“No!”

Peter shivered at the hair raising growl. Draven had never looked so frightening.

The werewolf agreed. His ears went back and his tail curled inward.

“I said he’s mine . Now stop sniffing around what doesn’t belong to you and go find your own meal. You’ve got plenty of time before midnight.”

The werewolf bared his fangs, looked about to argue further, but slunk off after a quick glance in Peter’s direction.

“Um, everything alright?”

Draven straightened and cleared his throat. The smile he sent Peter was thin and forced.

“That was quick. We should head back before any other mutts get the wrong idea.”

“Actually, I think I’m going to call it for the night.”

He couldn't believe he was saying it, but the werewolf was the last straw. Weird shit was happening and Peter needed to get out before it got weirder.

That werewolf had looked too real. And talking about sharing Peter? No thank you.

“That-” Draven paused, taken aback. “You’re sure? Are you alright?”

No, Peter was on the verge of freaking out, actually.

“You stay and have fun,” Peter said, trying to be chipper and not show how unsettled he was. “I’m sure you’ll find someone to share.”

“But you-” Draven looked ready to argue and Peter braced himself. But then the frightening and cold vampire disappeared and was replaced with the man Peter had come to know. “If you’re sure. I’ll escort you, it’s the least I can do.”

“I can make it home on my own.”

“I insist.”

Draven hooked an arm around Peter’s waist and led them through the crowd.

The party was still in full swing, as it would be until midnight and beyond. Only Peter noticed a lot more eyes following him as they walked. Many of them were werewolves of some variety.

It was so distracting that Peter almost didn’t notice how confidently Draven was leading them in the right direction.

Peter lived on the other side of the creepy forest. It was a pain, because Peter always had to give it a wide berth to get to the rest of campus. But how did Draven know that?

“You know where I live?”

Draven side-eyed Peter and said, “Does that scare you?”

“Um, maybe, depends why.”

Fuck, should Peter be running for the hills?

Something odd was happening tonight. Something dangerous. And Draven was involved somehow.

And yet… despite how frightening Draven had been a minute ago, here he was making sure Peter got home safe. Once again, here was the person Peter loved spending time with.

“You’ll forgive me if I did it for my own safety?”

“You were- what? Worried about me ?”

The thought was inconceivable.

“After our first time together, I had to know more. You responded so beautifully to me. And your taste,” Draven let out a familiar sigh of bliss. “Nothing compared. I confess, I couldn’t get you out of my head.”

Oh good, the feeling had been mutual.

“But first I had to know if you were safe.”

What in the world could Draven have been worried about? Peter had never hurt anyone in his life!

Draven smiled that small, secret smile Peter loved so much.

“It must seem strange to you. Let’s just say, not everyone takes my eccentricities as well as you did.”

“Huh.” It was hard to imagine. “Wait, were you stalking me?”

“Stalk is a strong word,” Draven said. “I did my research. Are you trying to claim you didn’t do the same?”

Peter opened his mouth to deny it, then remembered the hours and hours he’d scoured the internet for information on Draven.

“Besides, I only ever made myself available. You were the one who came to me. Every time.”

So it hadn’t been a coincidence! He’d been right!

As they walked and talked, Draven led Peter away from the party and along the edge of the forest. Closer than Peter liked, but it was Halloween. The forest was inviting on this one night of the year.

And then Draven turned down the gravel path that cut through the forest. A path Peter had never taken no matter how late to class going around made him.

“Uh, where are we going?”

“This way is faster.”

“We can’t cut through the forest, it’s not safe!”

Draven glanced behind them.

“Trust me, you’ll be safe as long as you’re with me.”

Peter stumbled the first few steps down the path.

Did he trust Draven? Was he safe with the man? Draven wore many different faces. Each one a different piece of the greater puzzle.

And then there was Draven’s obsession with Peter’s neck. His pulse. His blood. The fact that Draven only came out at night. The mirror. The fangs. How cold Draven always was. The hidden heartbeat. It was all painting a picture Peter couldn’t bring himself to believe.

But he wanted to. He wanted to so badly.

“I do,” Peter said. “I trust you.”

Draven looked honestly baffled for all of a second before a soft, pleased smile took its place.

“Good, though I’m not sure what I did to earn it.”

“I stalked you too, you know. Everyone said you’re scary and unsettling. But that’s not what I saw. You didn’t make fun of me. You were kind. When we’re alone, I feel safe with you.”

“Fuck.”

That was the only warning Peter got before he was lifted off the ground and his back hit bark. His legs were wrapped around Draven’s waist, his back against a tree.

“Holy shit!”

Draven was fucking strong!

All further thought was cut off by a punishing kiss.

If Peter had thought Draven was devouring him before, he was wrong. That Draven had been holding back. That Draven had been tense and in control.

This Draven wasn’t. He gripped Peter’s ass and crushed them together, letting Peter feel exactly how hard Draven still was.

And fuck, Draven was big. How did the loose dress pants hide a cock that big!?

Draven was rocking into Peter and kissing and moaning and-

If Peter hadn’t already come, this might have been enough to push him over the edge.

Draven was insatiable. Peter had never felt so desired.

There was only one problem.

“Take those fake teeth out,” Draven ordered.

Peter scrambled to pop them off, all while Draven kept touching Peter like he couldn’t get enough. The second they were out Draven was on him again.

Draven still had his fangs in. He wasn’t being careful - and they were so fucking sharp.

The fangs scraped against a sensitive spot and Peter yelped.

They both froze.

“Why are they so sharp?”

Now he appreciated Draven being so careful earlier.

Draven stared at Peter unblinking for a long second and said, “You must know.”

Peter slowly, tentatively reached out, touched one, and gasped. It felt so real. Too real.

He wanted to believe so badly.

Dentistry has come a long way over the years. Maybe Draven was just really into roleplay? Or the reason he hid his teeth was because he’d had them altered in a fit of teenaged insanity?

“You can’t be.”

“Say you’ll come with me. Say you’re mine,” Draven’s eyes gleamed. “And I’ll show you.”

In the distance, a wolf howled.

Or was it a werewolf?

Halloween was always an odd time of year. So many people had stories of strange things happening. Could a vampire be real?

“I’m yours.”