Page 7 of The Vampire's Receptionist
Pushing slowly to his feet, he approached the exhausted vampire, keeping his tone light and as non-threatening as possible. “Mr. Kuramori? Why don’t you head back to your office. I’ll make the coffee. Alright?”
Dorian’s eyes seemed to glaze over right in front of him. He needed to get the vampire out of here before he hurt someone. With a gentle but firm hand on the man’s elbow, he led him toward the door. Dorian went willingly enough, though Kian could tell he wasn’t fully aware of himself.
At exactly the wrong moment, Morgan cursed under his breath and stuck his thumb in his mouth. Before Kian could question what had happened, Dorian lunged forward. Kian barely had enough time to throw his magic at the vampire, stopping him from attacking the poor human. Morgan shot out of his chair in a rush, putting as much space between him and the frozen vampire as possible.
“What the hell was that?”
“Stop running. You’ll only make things worse,” Kian gritted out. Dorian was strong and fighting like hell to get free of his magic. “I’m gonna open a portal. I want you to go through and tell Morana about the asshole downstairs. Do not talk about what happened here. It’s not his fault, and he shouldn’t be shamed for it. Understand?”
Morgan looked dubious, but Kian gave him a sharp look, and he eventually relented with a nod. Carefully edging himself in front of Dorian, he threw a portal behind him. It wouldbring Morgan straight to Charmed Away. Before he could step through, Kian looked over his shoulder at the human.
“I mean it, Morgan. Not a word. Not unless you want me to change my mind and keep you working with the douchebag in marketing.”
That was bullshit. He wouldn’t do that. But Morgan was human and didn’t know he was lying. He made a face.
“Alright, alright. I won’t say a word. Are you sure you’ll be okay?”
“I’ll be fine. Just go.” It was getting harder to hold Dorian back. He needed Morgan to leave. Normally, with secrets like this, he’d make the man make a vow, but he didn’t have the time for that right now. He’d just have to trust Morgan’s integrity.
The portal closed the second after Morgan passed through it. Kian’s hopes that it would stall Dorian’s hunt were dashed when the vampire’s attention turned his way. He sighed.
“Because I know you need it, I’ll consent to a blood donation, but after this, we need to talk about you taking better care of yourself.”
CHAPTER FIVE
His hold on the magic slipped long enough for Dorian to escape. Kian braced himself to hit the wall from the force of it, but Dorian stumbled before they could go more than a few feet. He bared his fangs, shaking his head roughly, and shoved Kian away.
“Go! Now!”
Kian rolled his eyes. “Yeah, right. And unleash you on the rest of the building? Not going to happen. You need to feed. I can either portal you to your feeder or you can take a donation from me. Take your pick.”
“I can’t–” Dorian grimaced, shaking his head again like he was trying to clear it. “My feeder has rules. I can’t just show up. I–” He snarled and took a step forward before shoving himself back again.
Kian was a little impressed at how much control the vampire had. He was obviously hungry if a little paper cut was enough to set him off, but he refused to hurt anyone to get what he needed. Only really strong or really old vampires had that kind of control. Kian got the feeling it was a little bit of both.
Unbuttoning his sleeve cuff, he rolled it up and offered Dorian his wrist. “Guess you’re stuck with me then.”
Dorian shook his head, but he couldn’t look away from Kian’s wrist. Kian fought the urge to roll his eyes again.
“Now is not the time for chivalry. Hurry up before someone else comes in.”
Reluctantly, Dorian stepped forward. His hands were cool and soft as they touched Kian’s skin, making him shiver a little from the contact. He felt the warm breath on his wrist and he waited for the pinch of pain, but Dorian hesitated again. He really didn’t want to do this. It was written all over his face. Kian softened a little.
“It’s okay. I’m a paramedic, remember? This isn’t my first blood donation in an emergency situation. Just take enough to tide you over and accept that I’ll be an enormous pain in your ass until you’re back on your feet. I don’t judge anyone for overextending themselves. You won’t find me starting now.”
Dorian searched his eyes for a moment before nodding once. “I apologize. I promise, this isn’t how things normally work here.”
Kian was going to comment about how every job had dangerous supernaturals to deal with, but Dorian’s fangs pierced his skin, and he flinched automatically. Then groaned as the euphoria kicked in. It usually wasn’t strong enough to do much more than make him breathless, but with Dorian, it hit him like a mack truck and made his knees weak. Dorian caught him and pulled him close before he could sink to the floor. His heartbeat thrashed in his ears, and he felt himself harden in his slacks. That was new. He’d never had that kind of response to a blood donation before. He was a little disappointed he hadn’t offered the vampire his neck. It probably would’ve felt a hundred times better.
He was getting close to coming in his pants when Dorian pulled away and licked the holes closed. Kian made a noise of protest, his head resting against Dorian’s shoulder. He wasn’tsure when that had happened, but damn, the vampire smelled good. He leaned a little closer, burying his face against Dorian’s chest, before he realized what he was doing and stiffened. Pulling back, he looked up at Dorian in confusion, only to be met with the same expression on the other man’s face.
“What–”
There was a thud as someone connected with the break room door. He’d forgotten he locked it with his magic when he first froze Dorian, because he didn’t want anyone else walking in and ending up on the vampire’s radar. They both jumped apart at the noise, and Kian slammed his eyes shut, willing himself to calm down. It wasn’t happening, and he wasn’t willing to open that door while he was still hard as a rock and practically panting for more. He threw open a portal, ignoring Dorian calling after him as he dashed through it.
Dorian stepped forward to stop Kian before he ran, but the portal closed before he could get more than the man’s name out. As soon as the portal closed, the magic keeping the door locked dissipated, and the door swung open. Joey, an imp on the design floor, looked confused as his eyes darted around the room.
“Why was it locked?”
