Blood: Part 1

"Look what you're doing to my neck," Kieran scolded, holding Teru by the jaw as if he was a disobedient dog caught chewing on something he shouldn't have. The dominant omega was straddling him on the couch. "I'm not a toy."

Days passed since Teru had entered this primal state. Has it been longer? He lost the time from basically taking care of a feral pet.

When Teru wasn't sleeping or following him around the penthouse, all he wanted to do was bite Kieran's neck, particularly the nape. But Kieran wouldn't let him make a mark on the scarred area, only the sides; the scar was his no-no zone.

Teru growled back, not liking being told no. His eyes widened in desperation.

Kieran couldn't deny that face. He gave up. "Fine."

Teru went back to biting Kieran's neck where his scent gland was located. It still faintly smelled of lavender from when he was attacked in the 'fight.' With the way Teru was going to town on his poor throat, the dark purple pheromones would disappear soon.

Speaking of the packmate boy, Lucas, the Zhang's had sent a personal letter regarding the incident. It was filled with sweet nothings about asking for forgiveness and that they'd punish him accordingly. The offer to let Kieran borrow their human alpha for his own personal use, the king's breeding program, or to pair with the omega would always stand.

The letter pissed him off at first, especially the part where they mentioned the words 'omega,' 'pair,' and 'breeding' in the same sentence. It sounded so…vulgar. Of course they would like that, wouldn't they? Their underlying intent was obviously to have bragging rights that their blood slave is fucking the prince's omega. They were messed up like that.

But the idea of letting him use Lucas personally for something could benefit him in the future.

He replied to the Zhang's, saying to be lenient on the punishment since Lucas had entered his rut at the wrong time. There was nothing that could've been done. He would also take up their proposal to use him later, so do not forget.

"Ahh!" Kieran gasped. There was a piercing sting in his neck. Teru had dug too deep and accidentally knicked his gland with his elongated canines. He could feel a steady stream of blood pooling inside, around his collarbone.

His mint pheromones went haywire, filling up the room from malfunctioning.

"That's it!"

He tossed Teru on the space beside him on the sofa and crawled on top of the squirming human, pinning him between his body and the soft cushion. Teru tried to bite Kieran's arm.

"I had enough!" he told him sternly. He placed his hand over Teru's bloodied mouth. "I'm becoming severely blood deprived because of you."

Teru just stared back blankly with his brownish-gold eyes.

Kieran sighed. "You don't even know what I'm telling you."

He was this close to contacting Charles. His brother would have a field day figuring out how to fix this, using it as a research opportunity. He'd want to take photos of Kieran's throat and shoulders, which now had a collection of black and purple bruises with a dozen red teeth ring marks. It's been, what, weeks since Kieran had drunk blood from a donor? His superficial wounds were barely healing at the speed they should be.

Pride couldn't have that sort of photo evidence lying around. It already stung that the physician possessed drawings, sketches, and vintage black and white photographs of Kieran's traumatic wounds after escaping Van Helsing.

"Clearly, me letting you have your way isn't working. I guess it's different for dominant omegas than alphas."

Teru wiggled under his body, attempting to access his gland once more. What was he supposed to do? There was no stopping–

Hold up. Rewind to what he just said.

When dominant alphas entered their primal state, the best way for them to come out of it was by letting them do what they wanted to do. That could be through violence, drinking blood, sex, etc. That was because alphas were naturally dictatorial and strong-willed.

What if, and that was a big if, dominant omegas were the opposite? After all, they were simply omegas down to their core.

Kieran had a hypothesis – dominant omegas didn't want to be the ones IN CONTROL, they wanted to BE CONTROLLED.

This was exciting.

Really fucking exciting.

Kieran called forth his authoritative pheromones laced with vigor and force. It was slightly more difficult since his scent gland was damaged. "Stop."

Teru ceased gnawing on Kieran's arm and looked up at the alpha, interested. Gravity made his black hair cascade on the couch below, exposing his face more. His cheeks had filled out from his healthier diet and his skin was a better shade thanks to the vitamins. The vampire's blood had stained his lips into a darker crimson color.

God, he was stunning.

"Expose your throat."

Teru tilted his head up. The outline of his Adam's apple pushed out, taunting him. Kieran's good vision zoned in on the points where his heartbeat gently pulsed under the skin. He could hear Teru's heart gradually speed up with exhilaration.

The sound deafened him, hypnotized him.

THUMP.

THUMP.

THUMP.

Kieran placed more of his heavy weight on Teru. The next thing he knew, he was kissing the front of the human's neck. His tongue licked the silky skin before nibbling on it.

"Should I bite you here?" he asked, skimming under Teru's jaw. Kieran traveled to the side. That was where the sweet spot was. "Or here?"

Teru shuddered under him.

It provoked his predator instincts. Kieran touched the swirling birthmark on Teru's nape with his finger. "Do you want to be my mate instead? You've already marked me as yours, in a way."

The omega groaned, needing to complete the bond. As much as Kieran wanted to do that last one, today wouldn't be that day. It would feel wrong to mark someone when they were like this, like a beast. It would rouse other vampires, but not him; it wasn't his thing.

Kieran's number one dream would be for this person, of sound mind, to ask for his alphic bite on his nape - actually wanting it, not while under the influence. Yes, there were countless alphas wanting to mark him but...his feelings were conflicted. It was almost like Kieran cared for someone else's considerations in the matter other than just his own.

The air smelled like cinnamon. Teru was purring, enjoying this. He liked being told what to do. Being dominated. It seemed the hypothesis was correct and became a theory.

"Open your mouth."

Teru parted his mouth wide. Kieran's tongue didn't hesitate to dive in past those long canines. Their lips met with force, ravenous for the other. The sounds of them tasting each other's saliva filled the room.

Kieran felt the tingly sensation of his pheromone venom dripping out. The moment was very stimulating, so he couldn't help it. A little embarrassed, he stopped the kiss. Before he could fully pull back, Teru took the initiative and held Kieran's head still.

Teru flicked his tongue over the vampire's top right fang. It encouraged more venom to be released. He wrapped his lips over the fang and lightly sucked out the pheromone juice.

"Hahh!" Kieran let out a loud moan – this was pure heaven. Teru moved on to the left fang, sipping on that one, too. After a minute of suckling, he stopped and kept his mouth open, imploring Kieran to look.

This minx wanted Kieran to see the thick, opaque pheromone venom inside his mouth before promptly swallowing.

GULP.

The dominant alpha's chest growled gravely low below multiple octaves; it couldn't be heard unless you were right there.

And the dominant omega heard. He trembled as if orgasming. Maybe he was.

That incredibly deep rumble was a new sound – Kieran has never made it before. Perhaps it had something to do with two pure dominants being together, wanting to test and understand each other without using speech. If this was how ancient peoples communicated during the pre-historic times when there were no languages, this was probably how they did it.

And Kieran couldn't describe in words what it translated to. You just…knew. It was like encouragement for the omega to display how much they liked being dominated. With Teru's reaction…

Kieran's own primal alpha was on the verge of showing itself, too. The controlling pheromones were raging. "Show me. Show me what you want the most."

Teru obliged, craning his throat on full display. The gold in his eyes was gleaming. He was ready to be conquered.

THUMP. THUMP.

THUMP. THUMP.

THUMP. THUMP.

That impossibly low baritone tone resonated from Kieran again, vibrating his vocal cords. He bent down, placing his head in the crook of Teru's neck. His fangs brushed over the side, above the jugular. It was warm. The sharp tips poked his skin but didn't puncture. Pheromone venom trickled down, wanting to do its job to create ecstasy for the prey while the predator drank to his heart's content.

Hunger twisted Kieran's stomach.

Delight opened the dopamine flood gates in his brain.

Pleasure ensued.

His fangs ached.

Oh, how the vampire missed the sensation of prey greedily waiting without getting violently sick.

It's been centuries since he had a blood-craving thrill like this.

This was it.

"Be still. Don't move."

This would be the final moment of his omega being a blood virgin. His fangs sunk effortlessly into the soft flesh, easily sliding into the most tender artery of the human body.