Vampire in Geek's Clothing (Psy-Vamp Book 6) (15 page)

Phoenix couldn’t deny that Sofia was growing on her. No one
would describe Sofia as warm and loving, unless they were describing her
relationship with Drew. It was obvious she adored him, and it was really
amusing because she also treated him like he was a child, for the most part.

Phoenix was in yet another sitting room with Drew, Helena,
and Sofia. Caitlin had insisted she had a paper to work on, so she hadn’t gone
with them.

“Divorcing Josef is a smart move,” Sofia told Helena for
probably the tenth time since they’d entered the room.

“I know,” Helena agreed with a sigh.

Phoenix was doing her best to keep her opinions to herself,
something she found hard to do when everyone kept going back to the same
subject.

“I still don’t see why they should get divorced,” Drew
interjected.

“Women shouldn’t be treated that way, Andrew,” Sofia
explained patiently.

Drew thought for a moment. He was sprawled out on the sofa
across the room, and Phoenix had noticed that every time he was considering
something Sofia had said, he closed his eyes and his brow scrunched up.

If Drew disagreed with Sofia, Phoenix was going to smack
him. Isaiah’s father was an ass, and he obviously had no clue how to interact
with anyone. She suddenly had a much better understanding of why Isaiah and Justin
were both somewhat socially inept.

“I don’t think he means to be a bastard all the time,” Drew
remarked.

“Whether he means to or not is irrelevant. You cannot treat
people that way.” While Sofia was still working to look composed, it was
obvious she was bothered by all of this.

“Do you love him?” Phoenix asked.

“There was a time when I truly did, but that was many years
ago,” Helena admitted with a sad sigh. “When we got married, divorce wasn’t an
option. As a vampire, leaving wouldn’t have been possible in the beginning,
since I had no clue how to survive on my own.”

“Women of our kind used to be much more dependent on the men
in their lives,” Sofia explained. “I suppose that was true of all women, but we
were led to believe we couldn’t survive without a man.”

“What changed?” Phoenix asked. Hunters had always been
different since there were just as many female hunters as there were males.

“Justin was the one who changed it all,” Helena replied with
a proud smile.

“From what I understand, you helped him with the research,”
Sofia pointed out.

“I did, but it was his idea,” Helena insisted. “We needed
blood to survive. We can actually live without the energy. The problem with
that is that we age if we don’t consume small amounts of human energy, and most
of us don’t want to grow old and die.”

“Except for Noah,” Drew added. “He’s a fucking pussy about
the whole thing because his dad was human.”

“Language, Andrew,” Sofa warned.

Before Phoenix could ask about Noah and his human father,
Helena continued. “The need for blood created a problem because women don’t
grow fangs.”

“I used a knife,” Sofia told her with a smile.

Helena didn’t comment on Sofia’s claim. “Justin came up with
the supplements we take so we don’t need to drink blood. Then he started doing
surgery on most of the men to remove their retractable fangs. There are only a
few of the men who didn’t have the surgery.”

“That’s a shame,” Phoenix said.

Sofia laughed. “Which part is a shame? Do you want us to
still need blood?”

“No. I just thought it would be really cool to see the
retractable fangs,” Phoenix admitted.

Drew sat up and opened his mouth. Phoenix watched as the
fangs slid out of his gum line. There was surprisingly little blood as they cut
through his flesh.

Fascinated by the entire process, she moved forward to get a
closer look. “Does it hurt when they come out?” she asked.

“Yes,” Drew replied. “I like the pain, but I’ve heard other
people, like Justin, complain about it.”

“Why do you still have your fangs?” she asked.

He shrugged. “My father didn’t like the idea of any of us
having them removed. They offered to do it when I got older, but I like them.
They’re part of who I am, and I’m not quite as interested in pretending to be
human as most of my family. Then again, the fangs aren’t what make me a
monster.”

Phoenix took a seat beside him on the sofa. “You aren’t a
monster. You’ve just spent too much time believing that about yourself.”

Drew stood and moved to the far side of the room, making it
obvious he wasn’t in the mood to discuss his perceived status as a monster.

“Josef loves you,” Drew told Helena.

Helena shook of her head. “Josef simply doesn’t handle
change well. That’s one of the reasons he’s unable to move forward and accept
that the world has changed. Ending our marriage will be a big adjustment for
him, and he’s not happy about that.”

Drew thought for a moment before responding. “While I think
you're right about him not handling change well, it’s more than that. There’s
this need in him. I’m not really good with the emotional part,” he admitted,
sounding somewhat embarrassed. “I mostly pick up on sex stuff with people, but
the sex stuff sometimes gets mixed up with emotions. He wants you—like crazy
obsessed wanting.”

“Obsession is not the same as love,” Sofia said in a cold
voice. “Obsession can be dangerous.”

“I’m explaining this wrong,” Drew admitted. “I just sense
that there’s a lot more there.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Helena said with a sad smile. “Even if
Josef loves me—which I seriously doubt—I won’t be treated this way anymore. I
have a good job where I feel important and fulfilled. I’m beginning to think
Justin might be right about me going to medical school. Being Josef’s wife was
my whole identity for more than two-hundred years. I suppose I had a short time
where my identity also involved being a mother, but the boys are grown, meaning
I have nothing if I go back to Josef. He’ll never love me enough to change.”

“You deserve better,” Isaiah said when he walked into the
room. He didn’t take a seat, merely stood in the doorframe with his arms
crossed in front of his chest.

“Is your father still with Justin?” Helena asked.

Isaiah shook his head. “Justin stormed out after about five
minutes with him. I was kind of surprised since he’s usually more subdued
around our father.”

“Caitlin’s made a lot of positive changes in your brother’s
life,” Helena said thoughtfully.

“I agree.” Isaiah flashed a shy smile. “Having the right
woman in your life can make a world of difference.”

“Where is he now?” Sofia asked, and no one had to wonder who
she was talking about by the irritated tone of her voice.

Isaiah shrugged. “I left him in the sitting room closest to
the library."

“Then I’m going home,” Helena stated. “Josef has no idea
where my condo is, and I’d rather not see him again today.”

“We have a situation with the hunters,” Isaiah began. “It
might be best if you stay here until we get things cleared up.”

“Are they unhappy about you being with Phoenix?” Helena
asked.

“They probably will be,” Phoenix answered glumly. “The issue
at the moment is that my psychotic breeder cousin is out killing people, and
he’s after me. I’ve tried to leave, but no one seems to see that I’m a danger
to your family.”

“It’s best you stay here,” Sofia remarked thoughtfully.
“I’ll take Helena home with me. We should both be safe since neither of us use
the Draksel name. You’ve also got excellent security on my home.”

Isaiah obviously didn’t like the idea. “You might have been
seen coming here,” he pointed out.

“I still have to work,” Helena reminded him. “The more times
I come and go from here, the more likely it is someone will see me and follow
me to work.”

“I should get security over at the hospital,” Isaiah mused.

“They have security already,” Helena argued.

“At least, send me your schedule, and I’ll have a couple of
people watch the parking garage. You should be fine in the hospital, but I’ve
never liked the lack of security in that garage.”

“I’ll text you my schedule once I get to Sofia’s,” Helena
assured him.

“In that case, I have a few things to take care of.” Isaiah
kissed his mother on the cheek before walking to the sofa where Phoenix was
sitting. Reaching out a hand, he waited until she took it before helping her to
her feet. Then he shocked her by leaning forward, tossing her over his
shoulder, and stalking out of the room.

“Isaiah!” Phoenix screeched, unable to believe he’d just
carried her out of another room over his shoulder. “Put me down!”

“No,” was his only response.

She smacked his back, which prompted him to smack her ass
hard enough for the sound to echo off the walls.

“Ouch!” She was actually more shocked than hurt. She was
also really turned on, and when he massaged her ass, she moaned.

Isaiah stopped walking and looked around. “We aren’t going
to make it back to my room. There’s no way I’m risking anyone stopping us on
the way up there again.” Taking a sharp left, he moved at a fast pace down the
hallway before stepping into a bedroom she didn’t recognize. It was decked out
in rich shades of green.

“We can’t just use someone else’s room,” she argued when he
set her on the floor directly in front of the bed.

“It’s a guestroom,” he explained before walking to the door
and locking it. “No one will think to look for us here. I need inside of you,
now.”

The raw need in his voice had her legs practically shaking
from lust. “Who says you don’t know just the right thing to say?”

He stalked toward her, slipping his t-shirt over his head,
and unbuttoning his jeans as he moved. “Undress for me, or I’ll end up tearing
your clothes off.”

“Impatient, are you?” she asked with a wobbly smile. It was
hard to joke around when she was this turned on. They’d already been
interrupted twice today, and she wasn’t sure she could handle another
interruption. Isaiah was standing before her, kicking out of his shoes and
pants, when she slipped her shirt over her head. His eyes moved to her bra. “I
really want to tie you up again,” he murmured.

“Not this time,” she insisted. “No playing this time.”

“No playing,” Isaiah agreed, reaching back to undo her bra,
while she fumbled with her pants.

Once they were both finally naked, he leaned forward to kiss
her. It wasn’t the rough, hungry kiss she’d been expecting based on his
actions. His lips moved against hers, slow and controlled. His tongue teased
her mouth before retreating, while his hands cupped her ass, pulling her closer
to his erection.

He lifted her from the ground, and Phoenix wrapped her legs
around Isaiah’s hips, causing something like a growl to come from the back of
his throat. When he tore his mouth from hers, she was glad to see Isaiah’s
breathing was labored, and he seemed just as affected by everything as she was,
despite the control he was exercising.

“I can’t decide if I want to fuck you against the wall, or
take you from behind on the sofa.”

“No bed?” she asked.

“Not this time,” he told her. Obviously, having made a
decision, he walked her to the sofa, with her legs still wrapped around him.

Phoenix couldn’t resist the temptation to rock against him.
“Are you pushing me for the wall?” he asked.

“I don’t care where we do it as long as you’re in me soon.
No more waiting.”

“I couldn’t agree more, but you’re going to have to loosen
that death grip you have going with your legs,” he teased.

When she uncrossed her ankles, Isaiah steadied her on her
feet before spinning her to face the sofa. Pushing her hair to the side, his
teeth scraped the flesh on the back of her neck. Moving his hands around the
front of her body, Isaiah cupped her breasts, and his thumbs brushed against
her already sensitive nipples. The contact made her moan, and she allowed her
head to drop back against his chest.

“Get on your knees on the sofa,” he ordered, close to her
ear. “Grip the back with your hands and don’t move them.”

When Isaiah’s hands released her breasts, Phoenix immediately
obeyed, spreading her legs slightly to give him better access. His hand made
contact with her right butt cheek, causing her to jump slightly.

“I’ve been dying to do that all day,” he admitted.

Phoenix moaned because she really did find his slightly awkward
ways sexy. His hand smacked her left butt cheek, leaving a warm sting. Then she
felt two fingers slide into her, testing her readiness. She immediately rocked
back against his hand, needing more contact.

“You’re so wet already,” he murmured, and when she looked
over her shoulder, she found him staring at his fingers as they moved in and
out of her body. With his glasses still on, Isaiah looked absolutely
irresistible.

Sliding his fingers out of her body, Isaiah positioned
himself behind her, pulling her hips back slightly so he could slide into her
body. When Phoenix tried rocking back against him, he gripped her hips, holding
her in place for his torturously slow thrusts.

“I want to make this last,” he told her. “I’ve wanted you
all day, and I’m about ready to explode. You’re so tight, and you feel so
good.” The last came out on a groan.

“I need more,” she pleaded, struggling against his grip on
her hips.

One of his hands released her hip to reach around and stroke
her clit as he ground against her in time with the motion of his finger.

When Phoenix started to move again, his hand stilled, and he
pulled almost completely out of her body. “Don’t move,” he ordered, and she
whimpered with need until he stroked her clit and started moving inside of her
again. She’d been close to orgasm the moment he slid into her body, and now her
body was coiling tighter with each stroke of his finger. Still, her orgasm
seemed just out of reach, and she whimpered with frustration.

Isaiah gripped her hair, tugging at it until she looked at
him over her shoulder. His lips were parted slightly. Beads of sweat had formed
on his brow, evidence of the effort it took to maintain his own self-control.
He was so sexy that it made her moan. His fingers pinched her clit ever so
slightly, and she jerked under his touch as heat spread through her body. This
time, when his finger strummed her clit, he continued to hold her hair so she
couldn’t look away while he fucked her.

“Oh!” she screamed, her body spasming around his. “Isaiah!”

Her eyes closed tightly as her intense orgasm left her
panting and shaking. When she was finally able to think again, she noticed
Isaiah had stopped moving inside of her.

“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” he
rasped out. “I love watching you come, and I love hearing you scream my name
while you do it.”

When Isaiah started moving again, his thrusts were fast but
still controlled. He released her hair to grip her hips with both hands, but
she continued to look at him over her shoulder.

Phoenix saw the moment Isaiah’s control snapped. His eyes
darkened and his jaw tightened as his powerful thrusts became frenzied. Her
moans echoed his as her second orgasm ripped through her body.

This time, Isaiah didn’t stop moving. He continued to slam
into her body, hard and fast, until he threw his head back and let out a
guttural groan as he found his own release.

It took both of them some time to get their breathing under
control. Isaiah finally released her hips and slid out of her body before
lifting her and sitting on the sofa with her on his lap.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

“No,” she murmured before letting out a contented sigh and
resting her head against his chest. “I feel pretty good right now.”

“Good,” Isaiah said, kissing the top of her head. “I’m not
sure I could have moved to grab a blanket. I need a few minutes to recover.”