Chapter 18 Her Taste
\[Allister’s POV\]
When Vance and I return home, we go our separate ways, but I can’t seem to calm down. I didn’t know what the hell it was about that woman that caused her scent, her taste, and even how fucking good she felt to stay with me, but as I lounge in my room drinking a cup of wine before turning in, all I can think about is her.
“Fuck,” I hiss, slamming my glass down and getting up. “What the hell is this?”
I make my way out of the room and head toward Damien, our historian’s office, in hopes he can help me better understand what is happening.
In all of my years, I hadn’t ever experienced anything like this, and it was extremely unsettling. I noticed something was off in the club when we first met her, but now after having her, I knew that she was different from the rest, but I couldn’t understand why since she was nothing more than a mere human.
Humans were only meant to be food and a means to procreate; that was it. Once they served their purpose, it was over, and we moved onto the next, but even now I find myself wanting more of that woman, to the point that it takes everything in me not to go to her and take her again and again.
“I’m losing my fucking mind,” I grumble, kicking open Damien’s door to find him staring at me with a shocked look on his face. “Did I disturb you?” I ask, moving into the room and taking a seat across from him. “Even if I did, I don’t really care.”
“Of course you wouldn’t, young master,” he sighs, shutting the book he was looking over. “To what do I owe the honor?”
For a moment, I take him in, wondering if maybe I was being too hasty in coming here to question him about the odd draw I felt toward a human, but when her face appears and my dick throbs with desire and my mouth begins to water, I know that I haven’t.
“I had a question,” I admit, ignoring the pain I suddenly feel in my throat. “It involves a human.”
“A human?” he repeats, his eyes growing wide. “What in the world would you want to know about a human?”
“It’s about her blood,” I explain.
There had to be a reasonable explanation of what was happening. Maybe she had taken something that made her taste so fucking good and made herself so fucking addictive. And if she did, I would make her pay for her tricks.
“You need to be a bit more specific,” Damien says, leaning back in his chair. “What exactly is it about her blood that you needed my help with?”
“Has there ever been records of a human that has possessed addictive blood?”
Growing quiet, I watch as he examines me, like he is trying to figure out if I’m lying or trying to play a trick on him.
“What exactly do you mean by addictive?” He finally asks when he realizes I’m serious. “I’m not quite…”
“What is so hard to understand about the word addictive?” I hiss, my anger spiking. “The woman’s blood is calling to me.”
At my words, his eyes grow wide, and I instantly regret my decision to open up about what happened, but I couldn’t possibly let this rest.
“Be aware that if you say a word to my father about any of this, I’ll fucking kill you,” I warn.
My father was a nasty tyrant who wanted everyone to do as he said. It was still a miracle that Vance was allowed to continue to live given his defiance against the old man recently, but I suppose that was simply for the sake of an alliance with Alissa’s clan.
After being banished long ago for his wrongdoings, my father slowly worked his way back up to power, and now that our numbers were enough, we were seeking allies to take our place as superior beings. It was only a matter of Vance marrying Alissa for his wish to become reality, and soon we wouldn’t have to remain hidden any longer.
“Your father has enough going on right now,” Damien points out. “He doesn’t need extra stress, but may I ask who exactly this human you are speaking of is?”
“I don’t know her name,” I admit. “Vance and I found her in Morte Diem and claimed her as ours.”
“Then shouldn’t she be in the harem?”
“No,” I snap. “It isn’t the time yet. You know as well as I do that she must come on her own; otherwise, it is considered kidnapping.”
In our world, we forced nothing; each and every woman that came to us was a willing participant, and when they became ours, they wanted nothing more than to please us. Soon, that woman would be the same, but until then, it wouldn’t hurt to speed up the process by paying her visits, would it?
“A random woman has you this frazzled?” Damien chuckles. “She must be something.”
“Laugh again, and I’ll tear your fucking tongue out,” I growl, clenching and unclenching my fists. “Remember who you are speaking to.”
“Right, right,” he sighs. “I’ll do a bit of research to see if there have been any cases similar to this and get back to you once I have answers.”
“I’ll hold you to it,” I say, getting up.
“Is there anything else you may need, young master?”
“Nothing,” I respond.
Although I wanted answers immediately, I would have to make do with what I could.
“Make sure you find answers sooner than later,” I add, making my way out of the office.
“Of course" is the last thing I hear before I’m closing the door and heading toward my quarters. “Damned woman,” I mutter, making my way to my room. “When I figure out what your trick is, I’ll not be swayed again.”
“By who?”
Tensing, I slowly turn around and find that my father is standing behind me with a curious look on his face. His face is less hollow than usual, and his eyes gleam with youth. It would seem that the remedy to his ailment was doing the trick.
“No one to be concerned with,” I respond, causing one of his bushy white brows to rise. “Why are you up and moving around?” I continue, wanting to change the topic. “Shouldn’t you be resting?”
“Abigail insisted on going for a stroll,” he responds, nodding toward the woman who clings to his arm.
Frowning, I take in her smug expression as she clings harder to my father.
Smug bitch, using the fact that she was currently pregnant with father’s child as a reason to wiggle her way between him and my mother. If it weren’t for the fact that I knew I would be banished and left for dead, I would have already gotten rid of the bitch and the bastard in her stomach.
“Why are you here?” My father continues, snapping my attention away from Abigail. “Shouldn’t you be busy with..."
“Same as you,” I instantly respond, not wanting to discuss Vanessa and Maria since I knew that it would lead to his wanting to know whether one or the other was with child. “I was just going for a walk before I turned in for the evening. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll take my leave.”
“Of course,” my father responds as Abigail studies me curiously. “Honey,” she murmurs, rubbing herself against my father. “Doesn’t he look a bit uncomfortable? Shouldn’t you wonder what exactly is wrong with him?"
“I’m fine,” I snap. “I’m just tired.”
I knew that the bitch wouldn’t let me get away that easily, especially when it was odd to be roaming at this hour, but if she thought that I was going to reveal what I was truly up to, she had another thing coming.
“If you’ll excuse me,” I announce, not waiting for either to speak. “Have a good evening and don’t push yourself too much.”
“You as well!” Abigail calls before I round the corner and disappear from sight entirely.