Alaric's POV
The night hung heavy, shadows stretching long beneath the dim glow of the hospital parking lot. The moon above was a pale sentinel, casting silver streaks across the pavement — but none of it could soothe the rage boiling beneath my skin.
My fangs ached behind my gums, my fingers twitching with the need to wrap around something — someone. That two-timing bastard. Doctor Olivier. His hands had no business touching what belonged to me.
My little human.
Enzo.
I watched from the shadows as the shift ended, his small figure slumping with exhaustion. His delicate fingers brushed through his messy curls, his warm eyes half-lidded from pulling a double shift at the hospital. He was too tired to notice the predator lurking in the dark — watching, waiting.
He never noticed me — but I always noticed him.
Every smile. Every laugh. Every fucking heartbeat.
He was mine — even if he didn't know it yet.
But then he showed up.
Doctor Olivier — the perfect fucking gentleman — sliding into view with that fake smile plastered across his face. He had the audacity to reach out and grab Enzo's hand — like he was allowed to touch him. My jaw clenched so hard I swore I could taste iron. That smile Enzo gave him...
That smile was meant for me.
Olivier opened the car door, making a show of his chivalry — like some fucking prince. Enzo slid inside, casting one last tired glance at the hospital before the car pulled away.
I followed.
They thought they were alone — that no one could see through the tinted windows. But I saw. I saw everything.
I saw the way Olivier leaned across the seat, pressing his mouth to Enzo's soft lips. Ten fucking minutes. Ten minutes of that bastard stealing what was mine.
By the time Enzo stumbled out of the car — cheeks flushed, lips swollen — I was seconds away from ripping Olivier's throat out with my teeth. My fingers curled into fists, nails cutting into my palms until warm blood pooled between my fingers.
He blushed for him.
He moaned for him.
No more.
I waited.
I always waited.
From the shadows across the street, I watched him through the thin curtains of his small apartment. I saw the way he moved through his nightly routine — my little human completely oblivious that his every breath, every sigh, was under my watch.
Shower. Dinner. Bed.
He thought he was alone.
He was never alone.
The second the lights flicked off, I slipped inside.
The room was swallowed in darkness — but I didn't need light to see him, vampires don't need light to see in the dark. His breathing was uneven, heartbeat a soft rhythm in the stillness. He smelled like lavender soap and something purely Enzo — sweet, fragile, untouched.
My little human.
He was halfway into bed when I moved.
I struck fast — one hand fisting in his shirt, yanking him back against the wall. His gasp filled the room, panic bursting through his veins like music to my ears.
"Who are you?" His voice trembled, breath hot against my chest.
I could hear his heart slamming against his ribs, his blood rushing beneath delicate skin.
Fuck... I could taste him already.
"Who I am doesn't matter," I whispered, voice low and dangerous. "What matters is the little game you're playing with that doctor. End it."
His warm eyes flickered wide in the dark, fear making his breath hitch — but beneath it... there was something else.
Curiosity.
Good boy.
"Who the fuck are you to tell me what to do?" he spat, trying to shove against my chest — but I pinned his wrists above his head with one hand, pressing him hard against the wall. His little body barely struggled against mine — but God, I could feel every inch of him trembling against me.
"You belong to me, Enzo." My voice was a growl now, barely human because I wasn't one. "No one touches what's mine."
His breath caught — that pretty pink mouth parting just slightly.
"I don't belong to anyone," he snapped, defiance flashing in his eyes. "I love Doctor Olivier."
The laugh slipped from me before I could stop it — low, cruel, vibrating against his throat.
"I'm not going to do what you are asking me to do, you don't own me I'm not some property and I love doc Olivier." The deviance in his voice made me smile, my little human doesn't back down.
"You love him?" I purred, leaning close enough for my breath to fan against his ear. "Then why are you hard right now?"
His body jerked — but he couldn't stop the way his cock twitched beneath the thin fabric of his pajama pants.
I felt it.
I smelled it.
Without warning, my free hand slid down, palming his hardening cock through the cotton.
"Don't," he gasped — but it was barely a whisper.
I squeezed — just enough to make him whimper.
"Stop before I report you to the cops." He threatened.
"What are you going to tell the cops, Enzo?" I murmured darkly. "That a strange man broke into your house... pinned you against the wall... gave you the best handjob of your life... and then disappeared?"
"What handjob..." I didn't let him finish before I started stroking his dick inside his pajamas pant.
"Stoooo fuck..." He moaned.
"You're ngh you're sick," he hissed, squirming against me.
I smiled.
He liked it.
I could feel the heat of him swelling beneath my palm, his hips jerking despite himself. My fingers slid inside his pajama pants, wrapping around his silky cock — stroking slow, deliberate.
"Stop it—" he tried to move away but I held his hands above his head again.
"Tell me to stop, little human." My thumb circled the leaking tip, dragging a broken moan from his throat. "Tell me you don't want this."
He didn't.
A smiled marred my lips, I locked eyes with him as I stroke his cock, it hardened in my hand. I circled the cap and pressed my thumb on the top, Enzo gasp. I couldn't resist, the way he opened his mouth was inviting so I let myself in, I claimed his lips, kissing him while stroking his dick.
His gasp changed to little moans and sighs, I was tempted to draw out blood from his lips but I fought that temptation, my little human doesn't know who I am yet.
His legs shook, his body betraying him. His hands curled into my shirt, breath hot against my neck.
"I'm... cumming—"
I stroked faster — squeezing until he was gasping, thighs trembling, spilling hot and sticky across my palm, staining his pajamas pant.
I caught him as he sagged, holding his boneless body against mine. His breath was ragged, heart pounding against my chest.
I let go of his hands and circled my hands on his petit waist, he held my shirt while breathing hand. I pulled my hand from his pant and licked it clean, "Good boy," I whispered, licking his release from my fingers — slow, filthy — letting him watch. Grabbing a fist full of his hair, I tilted his head back and kissed him again, he opened his mouth and welcomed me, I let him taste himself.
I broke the kiss leaving him breathless
His eyes were glazed, lips parted in shock.
I grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet my gaze.
"You taste so fucking sweet, little human." My voice was a dangerous promise against his mouth. "But next time... I'll take it straight from the source."
His breath hitched — pupils blown wide.
He didn't even realize he'd let me kiss him again — his own taste still on my tongue.
I pulled away. Bringing my mouth to his ear I whispered, "Keep to my warning Enzo, break things off with the doctor. I am not someone who shares, what belongs to me belongs to me alone." And just like I came I was gone....