Page 106 of King of Hollywood
Fangs.
Because that was what they were.
Because Felix was a vampire.
Because Felix’s paramours were apparently not paramours at all but sustenance. And the kills he’d managed were truly accidents. Probably as accidental as overheating packaged food in the microwave, or leaving a pot on the stove long enough it burned.
He’d simply drank too much.
And they…well… They’d paid the price.
My thoughts were ping-pong balls, ricocheting around inside my head as I came to terms with my new reality. A reality that made no sense. None. And yet…made a surprisingly large amount of sense at the same time.
This explained so much.
I wanted to think longer, to mull it over, especially as it seemed Felix had our guest controlled. But…my skin still itched to eliminate the competition, especially now that I knew his blood sat warm inside Felix’s belly.
Fuck this.
I decided then that Felix would never feed from anyone other than me.
It felt right.
As did the next words that came out of my mouth, reverent, and soft—like I was speaking to a spooked animal—because that’s exactly what Felix looked like right then. His red eyes were wide. His lips were parted. And he was shaking.
Shaking like he thought he’d just lost everything.
“You look so beautiful covered in blood,” I said softly, my hands clenched into fists. One step, two steps, three steps. I was barely a foot away from the unwanted visitor—Felix’s supper. “Were you hungry, darling?” I asked, because I suddenly knew what was sitting pretty in the package in my garage. I had a feeling if I opened the box I’d find bags of blood, neatly packaged up and labeled. So much was beginning to make sense. Like the fact that Felix only ever had guests when it had been a while between his packages—or I’d…stolen them? Accidentally.
Why he’d been so reluctant to go on a date with me when I’d first asked. Because he’d been hungry. And he’d needed time to feed before he could be alone with me.
Because he…oh.
Because he wanted me.
That’s what he’d meant that night at the drive-in.
And before—when he’d mentioned needing to prepare before spending time with me.
My cheeks flushed, my heart fluttering like crazy as my cock perked up immediately.
Felix wants to eat me.
I wanted to let him.
I hadn’t given him nearly enough credit. Look how innovative he’d been! Look how desperate he’d been to spend time with me, desperate enough he’d do anything. Including inviting his “supper” over only a few hours after his box hadn’t “arrived” on schedule, so he wouldn’t have to cancel our date.
Felix had often said he had a hard time controlling himself around me, and now I knew why.
I’d taken his food away—and my clever, wonderful love had been forced to improvise.
Felix looked frightened.
Maybe because he didn’t know what to say.
He didn’t know how to explain this.
I didn’t know what to say either—because there was no logical explanation for what I was seeing. And yet…even more things started to make sense. Like dominos falling into place one by one. Memories assaulted me. Memories of things I hadn’t understood, and ignored—only now…there was no ignoring the truth.
