Professor Blood (Ironwrought Book 2) by Anna Wineheart

Author:Anna Wineheart [Wineheart, Anna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-07-16T18:30:00+00:00

9

Brandon

Brandon knew he was an idiot.

Kissing a vampire. Fucking a vampire, and enjoying the little helpless sounds Quinn had made, squirming on his desk. Like that stolen moment two weeks ago, Brandon had caught the whimpers falling from Quinn’s lips, glimpsed the bundle of need Quinn was when he craved touch.

And here they were in Quinn’s office, Brandon’s lips on his. Because Quinn had come to mean more to him than an ordinary faceless human, and even his car shop coworkers.

Quinn had rejected his own vampirism, spent two decades trying to invent artificial blood. He only drank animal blood, and he even filed off the points of his fangs.

How did you reject the core of who you were?

Quinn was human, perhaps more so than some people Brandon knew. And at every turn, he brushed away compliments, reminding Brandon about the things he’d failed at.

He was broken, just like Brandon was, and Brandon realized that Quinn had never tried to heal himself, because he never saw his own worth.

So he’d grabbed Quinn before he left, kissed him to show him he was deserving of... concern, if nothing else. Quinn froze against him.

“Why do you keep doing this?” Quinn breathed, golden eyes wide.

“Because I...” Love was... not the right word for whatever he felt. He couldn’t love a vampire. But he liked Quinn a whole damn lot, and that was enough of a reason. “I told you, I like you.”

Quinn turned away, his cheeks darkening. Before he met Quinn, Brandon had never seen a vampire blush, and, well. He wanted to see it again. Wanted to see Quinn smile and laugh and not be so harsh on himself.

“I’m cleaning up the lab,” Quinn muttered, ducking out of the office.

His heart thudding, Brandon straightened his clothes, then followed him out.

He found Quinn standing on the periphery of the broken glass, looking around, his expression lost. It had been a lot of damage; Brandon could guess at how much the repairs would cost. “Do you have enough funds to get replacements?”

Quinn blinked up at him, the corners of his lips pulling down. “I do, but I’d rather save it for future experiments. I’ll pay for this myself.”

Re-calibrating the centrifuge had to be expensive, and so was fixing the oven. And replacing all that glassware. But Quinn had lived two hundred years, and Brandon supposed he had enough savings for all that. He picked up a broom, sweeping the glass shards to one corner. “About the Dean... I won’t actually expose you, you know.”

Quinn glanced at him, eyes wide. “Really?”

Brandon squirmed. Looking back, he wouldn’t have blackmailed Quinn, if he’d had a better option. “Yeah. I just... wanted to join the lab group, that’s all. Sorry.”

The professor grimaced. “It’s fine. You did what you had to.” After a pause, he asked, “Have you learned anything of value?”

Brandon thought about the Basics of Blood lectures he’d been attending. “Some. But I don’t know how that human blood knocked you into a haze.” He nodded at the shattered glass.

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