“Sorry,” I whispered, using all my strength to pry my lips from his neck.
His hands on my back slid below my pants, pressing me even harder against him. His kisses had gotten hungrier and more aggressive, and I knew it was a battle for him to keep from biting me as well. It would be too easy for me to get out of control, even if I was the one being bled.
Jack started pushing down my pants, and my body started to tremble with excitement.
I heard the bedroom door open, but it was a secondary sensation. My hunger for Jack blotted out everything else. He was slightly more grounded than I was, and thinking quickly, he pulled the covers up to hide me, since I was almost entirely naked.
He had stopped kissing me, but there was a fog over my mind where I could still taste him. It took a moment to clear, and I realized Milo and Bobby were standing in the doorway. Bobby looked embarrassed, but Milo just looked grossed out and disapproving.
“What the hell are you doing?” I was almost screaming. I had probably never been as pissed at my brother as I was then.
“What are you doing?” Milo countered, crossing his arms firmly over his chest and glaring down at us.
Jack sat up so he could shield me somewhat, and I wrapped his comforter around me. Bobby snuck an admiring glance at him, and I moved closer to Jack.
“I don’t think that’s really any of your business,” I snapped.
“Whatever.” Milo rolled his eyes. “You both know you’re not supposed to be alone like this. And for once, its not you I’m worried about, Alice. You could kill him, and he’d be happy to let you.” His words stung as true, and feeling ashamed, I pulled the blankets more securely around me.
Jack noticed my discomfort and rubbed my back, but I pulled away from him. The heat of the moment faded, and I hated knowing how close I had come to hurting him just because it felt good. He sighed and turned to my brother.
“So, what exactly did you want?”
“We came home to tell you something, but then I heard you guys,” Milo wrinkled his nose in disgust, and Bobby made a nervous giggle. He chewed at his black nail polish, and when he caught me glaring at him, he cowered more behind Milo.
“So what’s this big news?” I asked, sounding bored.
“Jane was at V, and she’s a blood whore,” Milo said.
“A blood whore?” I asked.
“It’s like a whore, but with blood instead of sex, and usually there’s no monetary exchange,” Milo explained.
“Well, if there’s no money, than what is she getting for it?” I asked. Milo lowered his eyes, but I didn’t understand. It was actually incredibly obvious, but I was still under the fog of my lust for Jack.
“They get hooked on the feeling they get from having vampires drink their blood,” Jack said carefully. He’d never liked my former best friend Jane, but he wasn’t eager for bad things to happen to her, and he knew that I still cared about her.
Milo became shifty and uncomfortable. A few months ago, he’d been wounded protecting Jane and me from vampires, and he’d been forced to drink her blood to compensate for a blood loss. Well, he hadn’t really been forced. He just hadn’t resisted, and it was one of the most disturbing things I’ve ever seen. He had been like a wild animal, and she moaned with pleasure. So if Jane was addicted to being bitten, Milo had gotten her addicted.
“Milo-” I was about to tell him that it wasn’t his fault, but Bobby put his hand on Milo’s back, comforting him. I narrowed my eyes at him. “Wait. Is that what you are?”
“No, of course not!” Bobby protested quickly.
“Alice!” Milo yelled.
“What?” I asked. “That’s not an unfair judgment to come to, especially after whatever it was you two were doing earlier.” Bobby’s olive skin burned red with shame, but Milo just glared at me.
“That’s a horrible thing to say to him,” Milo said.
“Imagine how you would feel if someone had called you a bloodwhore,” Jack looked at me with something veiled in his eyes. It made me think that somebody had probably called me a bloodwhore, and I wondered if that somebody had just been rescued from Finland.
“Sorry,” I said without looking at Bobby. “I’m just looking out for Milo’s best interests.”
“Whatever,” Milo said, but he didn’t sound as angry as he had before. “Just get dressed. I’m not a big fan of talking to you when you’re naked.”
Milo put his hand on Bobby’s back and ushered him out of the room. He gave us a warning glare before closing the door behind him. Jack and I just sat in silence for a minute, letting the weight of what we had almost done and the news about Jane settle in.