Chapter2 INTOXICATED CONFESSIONS
“ … And boyzes and girlzes,” Ryder slurred dramatically, swaying as he raised an empty cup. “The winner is… the damn snake!” he announced, staggering slightly. “Presenting to you—Queen Aira, the Drinking Champion!”
The room erupted in cheers and wild laughter. These drunk idiots. Spirits were high, brains were MIA.
And just when I thought I might finally catch a breath, the devil himself had to make my grand ‘release’ from the basket a full-blown act of chaos.
He shook the damn thing like a maraca and then flipped it upside down with a triumphant grin.
Asshole.
I shifted back into my human form mid-fall and lunged at him—only to miss miserably and land, instead, right into Chester’s arms.
“Woah there, beautiful,” he murmured with a dazed grin, trying to steady the both of us. But of course, being equally drunk, we toppled over and crashed to the floor.
Laughter exploded around us.
But all I could focus on was Chester’s arms wrapping protectively around me, his chest cushioning my fall as he pulled me flush against him.
“I—I’m so sorry,” I stammered, trying to push away from his solid form.
He only chuckled softly, holding me tighter. “No harm done.”
My breath caught.
His eyes, heavy-lidded but focused, searched mine. The humor in them faded, replaced by something deeper. More intense. He was contemplating something—something serious—and it sent my pulse into overdrive.
But of course, right when something was about to happen… enter Jax, the party-killing tank.
“Alright, chop chop! Time for all you drunk brats to head to your rooms!” he hollered, weaving through the wreckage.
Or trying to.
The Dragonian Liquor was clearly too much even for him—he collapsed onto a couch mid-step and began snoring like a dying warthog. The others weren’t any better—slumped over in corners, snuggling their beer bottles like they were beloved childhood plushies.
I groaned. “Ryder’s gonna get us all grounded.”
Chester chuckled again, his breath brushing my cheek. “We’re leaving for four years, Aira. We’ll return as adults. Nineteen. This night… it was necessary,” he said softly.
I nodded absent mindedly, my mind stuck on just how close his lips were to mine.
So close…
I didn’t dare move.
But then Chester’s gaze dropped to my lips. Slowly. Deliberately. And when he looked back into my eyes, he smirked.
The audacity.
“How can you stare at someone’s lips like that and act like it’s totally normal?!” I wanted to scream.
“You know…” he murmured, voice husky. “You’re absolutely irresistible right now.”
And then, without warning, his lips crashed onto mine.
My heart exploded.
“Mhmm, Chesterrrr…” I moaned against his lips as he kissed me like he’d been starving for it, devouring every breath, every sound.
“I’ve wanted to taste these lips for so long,” he whispered, trailing kisses down my jaw and along the base of my neck, sending shivers through me.
I clung to him, clawing at his shirt until it slid off his shoulders, exposing his chiseled chest. Then his fangs—oh Moon Goddess—his fangs sank into the soft skin at the base of my neck.
My breath hitched.
Feeding was sacred.
To be fed on like this—where ecstasy bled into intimacy—wasn’t just hunger. It was connection. A vulnerable exchange of essence that made my body arch and tremble beneath him.
“You’re feeding on me,” I breathed, fingers tangled in his hair.
He didn’t answer—not with words.
Instead, he grabbed my hand, dragging it across his chest and guiding it beneath his shirt. My fingers brushed against skin, heated and trembling. Then he pressed my palm firmly against the left side of his chest.
Over his hammering heart.
“Feel that?” he rasped near my ear. “That’s what you do to me, Aira. Every time I’m near you, this thing goes wild.”
His voice dropped lower, full of raw vulnerability. “I try to keep my distance. I try so hard to ignore it. But every part of me craves you. I don’t just want to touch you… I want to worship you. Keep you close forever.”
I was speechless.
He'd always pushed me away. Acted like I was just Ryder’s sister. But now…
Alcohol. It truly was the truth serum of the supernatural world.
And maybe, just maybe… he’d been holding this in all along.
I searched his face. “Please don’t regret this when you sober up,” I warned softly.
But then I smiled.
And in the next instant, I flipped us over, straddling him and holding his gaze as I leaned in.
Fueled by adrenaline, arousal, and four years of unanswered feelings, I wrapped my arms around him—and whisked us away in a blur of vampire speed.
Straight to my room.
Where the night would blur into a mess of heartbeats, confessions… and drunken, unforgettable mistakes.