My Baby Boy

Chapter 16 Feed Me

{ Dracula's pov }

I was furious. Abso-fucking-lutely furious. The mention of jack sick and near death brought me so close to losing my fucking mind. I wanted to throw him over my lap and beat him until he cries. He makes me go insane whenever he does reckless things like this. I had no idea how he got this Ill, I had no idea.
He screwed up and it got on my nerves.
I've told him many times to be careful and not so impetuous as he always is, but he never ever listens to me when
I speak to him, he gives me sass and insolence like he doesn't give a damn.
I have wanted so desperately to teach him a lesson for his bad behavior but I never laid a finger on him because I never wanted to hurt him.
But now things were getting out of hand.
He almost got himself raped and bitten by some stranger and he doesn't even care, he likes to live dangerously and throws his life around like it isn't worth anything. That is one thing I hate about that little brat. As much as I love him, I also hate that he makes me feel this way and get so worked up when he causes trouble.

And I couldn't help the fact that I have been drawn to him the moment he turned 111.
It was almost impossible to suppress the intense want and desire to have him and be near him.
Even when it was time and i was in heat, i had to let vincent restrain me so i wouldn't pounce on jack and fuck him senseless.
It isn't the best thing to have to go through, but i do it in order to break the connection between us so he wouldn't ever have to know that i am drawn to him.

But sometimes it gets really hard to control myself when he's just throwing his life around like it doesn't mean a thing to him.

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My fingers drummed rapidly against the wooden island top.

My fear of losing him was consuming me by the minute.
I hope he'll learn his lesson next time and not have to put me through this awful dilemma.

"Drack, hey drack are you listening?" Vincent question snapped me out of my thoughts and made me look up from my drink that I was having.

"What?" I barked, bringing the glass to my lips and gulping it down.

"Are you alright, you seem really upset," he said stirring the pot of broth on the stove.

"Who wouldn't be, I'm sick and tired of Jack's constant defiance and need to disobey me, it's irritating," I admitted, swirling the drop of blood in my glass.

"I see," Vincent spoke softly, seemingly taken aback at my admission.
He sighed then leaned on the island top  and stared at me seriously, "when will you tell him."

"Tell him what?" I asked, even though I knew what he meant.
I didn't want to bring the subject up, not now.

He snorted at my response and leaned back, looking me over with dull crimson eyes. "You know what."

I glared at him, almost regretting that I had told him of the connection I felt for jack.
He had begged me to tell jack but I strongly refused and insisted that he dropped the subject and never bring it up whenever people were around.
He didn't want me to keep it a secret but he still helped me whenever I was in heat.

"I won't tell jack, " I said making sure to emphasize my point.

He hummed nodding his head before giving me a small smile.

"What is it now? " I said, glowering at him. "Why are you smiling?"

He shrugged as he began setting the silver tray with the food he prepared.
"Carry this up to Jack's Chambers, and be sure not to upset him too much," he grinned handing me the tray and I frowned.

"Why me?" I asked, knowing full well how upset he would be to see me right now. Not that I care how he felt, that little brat deserves much more than a simple sickness, he deserves serious beating. And I would happily oblige.