Dylan James - Frankenstein Builds a Boyfriend

Frankenstein Builds a Boyfriend

A Fangville High Novel

Dylan James

Copyright 2020 by Dylan James

Cover design copyright 2020 by Story Perfect Dreamscape

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events, and incidents are either products of the authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblances to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Published June 2020 by Deep Hearts YA, an imprint of Deep Desires Press and Story Perfect Inc.

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Part One

Creation

Chapter One

When the hottest incubus at Fangville High pulls you into a dark and empty classroom to make out with you, you dont say no.

So when Serge trailed his hand down my arm, igniting goosebumps the whole way, I was like putty in his hands. He leaned in and whispered into my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

Come with me, he said. Three simple words, but trust an incubus to make them the sexiest three words in existence.

My jaw had fallen open in awe that Serge was even acknowledging my existence, but I quickly closed my mouth and hurried after him. My legs felt like jelly and my body felt strangely not mine; I was in such a head-in-the-clouds state that I could barely think straight.

Serge opened the door to the Dark Incantations class and checked to make sure it was empty, then waved me in after him. I did, immediately becoming wrapped in his scent, his power, his aurajust being near him was intoxicating. He closed the door and as soon as it clicked, he pushed me against the wall next to the door and shoved his tongue in my mouth.

I moaned and sagged against the wall. The only reason I didnt fall to the floor in a liquid heap was because Serge had his hands on me, feeling up my chest and shoulders and arms.

He broke from the kiss and looked deep into my eyes with his dark, mysterious orbs. I could get lost in those eyes of his.

Serge? I said, finally gathering the strength to utter a word.

I wasnt complaining. I mean, you dont complain when the king of the school wants to make out with you, but I wasunsure. I was low on the social status ladder at school. Like, near the bottom. Maybe this was a Romeo and Juliet situation? His love for me crosses the uncrossable divide?

Victor he said, my name sounding like a dirty word on his sensuous lips. I almost melted at that.

I would be lying if I said I hadnt fantasized about this when lying in my bed late at night. I may have had a fantasy or two of how this might play out. All of them involved us losing a lot of clothes and doing things Ive never done before. Things Im sure a moreexperienced guy like Serge was probably an expert at. Especially since he was an incubus.

Whats going on? I finally asked. My head was still cloudy with the scent of Serges sexy incubus pheromones filling my entire being. I inhaled deep again and my eyes almost rolled back in my head as pure pleasure took over me. I would submit to Serge and do whatever he wanted of me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to focus. I need to break his hold on me, I told myself.

Victor he said, again making my name sound like the sexiest and dirtiest word Ive ever heard in my life. I want you. He kissed my neck and I moaned. Ive wanted you for a long time. He kissed the other side of my neck and I moaned again. I cant hold back anymore. He trailed his tongue from my Adams apple up to my lips and then consumed my mouth in a kiss. I felt my mind clear of all thoughts and worries as his power overtook me again.

We made out for what felt like forever, so long that the last part of my mind that could process thought worried wed get caught. The longer we were here, the higher our chances of someone walking in on us.

Serge nibbled his way along my jaw and ended near my ear. Take off your shirt, he moaned.

When an incubus tells you to start taking off clothes, you take them off.

I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt; my fingers didnt want to work properly. I couldnt seem to get the first button undone. I swore under my breath and doubled down on the effort.

Serge let out a low, sexy chuckle, then put his hands on mine, stilling my fumbling. Allow me, he said.

Slowly, I dropped my hands. Then he gently undid the top button, pausing to press his palm against my sweaty, scrawny chest. He undid a second, again pausing to feel another patch of my skin. He did this over and over, undoing all the buttons and caressing a new spot on my chest or stomach.

He leaned in and kissed me, pushing the shirt over my shoulders. I held my arms back, letting it slide down and crumple to the floor. I reached for his shirt buttons, fumbling and trying to undo them. He put his hands on mine again, but pushed them away.

Later, he said, moaning into a kiss. First, I want to see you. He stood back and looked at my pale, scrawny torso and let out a sigh of desire.

I didnt know Serge had a thing for stick figures, but for once I was proud of my scrawny frame. I held up an arm and flexed a bicep. There was a small wiggle of my arm muscles as I did so, even though no telltale bump of a bicep appeared. He felt up my arm and it was like my skin was on fire under his touch. I needed more of it. I craved it.

I want more Serge said.

More? I asked, my voice coming out as a squeak. Was this really happening?

He put his hands on the top of the waist of my jeans, at the button fly. More. He mustve sensed my hesitance because he leaned in again and kissed me, making everything melt, including my resolve.

I sighed and sagged against the wall, willing to let Serge go forward, to take my pants off. I was in over my head, but maybe this is how this is for the first time for everyone? My jeans jostled as Serge undid the button. As he grabbed the zipper tab between his thumb and finger, I heard a giggle.

Someone was here. In the room with us.

That was like a bucket of ice water over my head. I batted Serges hand away and stood up straight, searching the room for the giggler. Serge trailed his hands up and down my stomach and chest, trying to convince me to give in to him again. I could sense him throwing all his seductive incubus powers at methe air reeked of pheromonesbut that giggle had overcome everything Serge could hope to accomplish.

Whos there? I called out.

Theres no one here but us, Victor, Serge said. He pressed his body against mine and tried to kiss me, but I turned my face away from him.

This room had long tables for desks and with the cramped set-up, I really couldnt see much. There were plenty of hiding places for a giggling voyeur.

Someones here, I told Serge.

Its your imagination, he said. Then he purredliterally purredand trailed his hand back down to my zipper fly. I batted his hand away.

Come out! I shouted.

Then there was a giggleI definitely didnt imagine that one! I pushed Serge away and hurried down the center aisle of the classroom, throwing deadly glares under each table, desperate to find and scold whoever it was.

Down at the last row, I saw feetmore than one pair. I hesitated. Something felt wrong here. Really wrong.

But at the same time, I couldnt let this giggling voyeur get away with whatever it was they were doing. I scrounged up the last of my courage and shoved my head under that last table, ready to verbally rip these people to pieces.