I turn him around in my arms, so they can see for themselves. His eyes glow fluorescent green, sparkling, hypnotic eyes peer back at them. Tobias gasps, unable to believe his eyes. Theo is looking from the house to Thaddeus.
“I can’t believe not one of you noticed his eyes.” I can feel their shock through the bond.
“Well, when shit goes haywire in the house, my first priority is to get him out before the house combusts into flames,” Theo retorts.
I turn around, walking inside and going to the kitchen, making a bottle and putting the kettle on. “I think it is time some little boy goes to bed. It is way past your bedtime little man,” I tell him, preparing his formula.
“So, what do we do?” asks Theo, grabbing Thaddeus and holding him at arm’s length. Thaddeus seems to think it was quite funny.
“You’re not scared of him, are you Theo?” I chuckle.
“Of course not, but it is a little creepy.”
“Not as creepy as his bloodsucking father,” I retort.
“Seriously though, this can’t go on, this house is old. The wiring is ancient, I don’t think the place will hold if this keeps up.” Tobias states. I have been thinking of it when I was driving, trying to come up with a solution.
“Geez, Tobias, I don’t know. I didn’t exactly get an instruction book for a tribrid baby. They were all out of them at the store. Not that you would read it anyway.” I tell him.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He says with a smirk on his face, as he leans back and places his hands behind his head.
“A little, I tried to tell you.” Theo walks over and takes the bottle from my hands. Thaddeus drinks his bottle hungrily. It explains why he is constantly hungry. He burns energy constantly and in return, it makes him feed more.
“I’m not sure, I have some idea but not sure how it works exactly or the effect it will have on him. I will have to get Astral’s opinion first. See what she thinks.”
“What are you thinking?” Tobias asks, leaning forward, and watching Theo rock Thaddeus to sleep, a concerned look on his face.
“Doing what my mother did, putting it in a talisman or amulet.” Tobias nods his head.
“Could work, we will speak to Astral tomorrow.” Theo walks over to me, and I see Thaddeus is asleep. I kiss his head before Tobias gets up, doing the same. Theo walks upstairs to put him in his crib.
When Theo comes back down, he starts making coffee. “So, we are speaking to Astral then?” He asks.
“Yep, and I’m going to tell her you said her magic is mumbo jumbo.” I tell him, chuckling to myself. He turns around, facing me. I prop myself up on the counter and he comes to stand in between my legs.
“I’m sorry about earlier,” he says, pecking my lips. When he goes to turn away, I wrap my legs around his waist, tugging him back, before draping my arms over his shoulders. A seductive smile plays on his lips and his eyes darken at my actions.
Theo’s lips go to my neck as he sucks and nips at my skin.
“I suppose, I’m making my own coffee then,” Tobias says, getting up and walking to the jug.
“He is such a good house husband,” mutters Theo, making Tobias scoff before shooting him a look.
“So, are we forgiven?” Theo asks, going back to nipping the skin of my neck. I feel his fingers play with the buttons of my shirt. Watching Tobias over Theo’s shoulder, I giggle as I watch him adjust the crotch of his pants. Clearly feeling Theo’s arousal through the bond.
“That depends.”
“On what?” Tobias asks, turning to face us and watch the scene play out in front of him.
“On what you’re willing to do for my forgiveness.” I watch Tobias’ eyes darken, before he walks over, kissing me over Theo’s shoulder. I gasp when Theo’s arousal floods into me as Tobias grabs him through his pants. Theo groans loudly at his touch.
I feel Theo’s hands suddenly tug on my shirt. “You rip it, Theo, you won’t get laid for a week.” I warn him, sick of them destroying my clothes. He groans and Tobias snickers, stepping away from him and pouring the hot water in the cups.
“Bed or living room?” Theo asks, thrusting his hips into me. “Never mind, the bedroom’s too far away, couch it is,” he says, picking me up and tossing me over his shoulder caveman style.
“What about the coffee?” Tobias asks.
“Don’t be whining, the coffee can wait. Just hurry up, before she changes her mind,” Theo tells him.
Tobias
Abandoning my coffee, I follow Theo, his arousal becomes too much for either of us to ignore. I watch as Theo presses himself against her on the wall, only for Imogen to shudder, and a pained gasp leaves her lips.
“What’s wrong?” Theo asks, alarmed, wondering if he hurt her.
Imogen leans forward against him before pulling a splintered piece of wood out of her shoulder that has broken off and stabbed into her shoulder. She plucks it out with her fingers, blood trickles down her shoulder blade but she still leans in to kiss Theo hungrily. Only he has gone completely rigid, his grip on her thighs gets stronger, and I watch as his nails dig into her thighs as she hisses, making her pull back and look at him.
The feelings of arousal through the bond are long forgotten, as I’m suddenly flooded with Theo’s desire to feed. It isn’t the sort of hunger that can be suppressed. This is the sort of hunger that consumes, devouring irrational thinking as it takes over.
Theo’s face distorts to the monster he usually keeps well hidden, his fangs protrude and the veins under his eyes ripple under his skin. Imogen pushes his shoulders, trying to get him to put her down or to lessen his grip. Only it tightens as the terrifying look of a predator takes over. Imogen is stuck between him and the wall, I move towards them and Imogen looks at me in panic. I can feel the adrenaline pumping through her and into me.
Theo seems frozen, the addiction of her blood he craves, and the urge to take it overrides the love he feels for her.
We know he is struggling with the darkness he consumes from her. Theo is the strongest out of us, always the one who seems to have it together when it comes to fighting his urges, yet looking at him now, Theo is gone. The only thing left is the monster he always fought to keep at bay.
He slams her back against the wall, her blood trickles down her shoulder more. He moves his hand to her face, like he is in some trance. His fingers move down her neck, stopping at the vein that is pulsating under her skin.