Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Until Kael interrupts the moment. “Where the fuck is the blood, vampire? Give me the blood!”
He’s taking Rachel doggie-style a few feet away from me, his hips slapping against her ass with each hard thrust.
I smile. Not the same smile I gave Joshua just a few minutes ago, but a deliciously wicked smile. Because while I don’t normally relish killing my potential offspring for the greater good, I’m going to get a lot of pleasure out of Kael when he meets his true maker.
But first, my Joshua.
I’m lying back on the floor now, the feather bed underneath me hugging my body in soft comfort. “Lie down, Joshua.” He does this, placing his long, lean, naked body next to mine. I turn my head as he turns his and we smile at each other. He knows what’s coming. And while witches don’t crave the blood the way scions do, he likes it.
It will be Joshua that I feed first. And even though this isn’t how we normally do it, I want him on my neck. So I reach up and slash my jugular open with a clawed fingernail and blood begins to flow in great pulsating bursts.
A moment later, Kael is nearly on top of me, trying to get his drink. But I simply fling him off, sending him careening across the room and slamming into the wall, my gaze still locked with Joshua’s. “Climb on,” I tell him.
Joshua straddles my body without hesitation, his blue eyes bright with excitement, his large hands splayed out and pressing into the featherbed on either side of my shoulders, his cock hard against my stomach as his hips grind against mine. Then I turn my neck, baring myself to him, and a moment later, he’s feeding on me.
Automatically, my eyes close. It doesn’t feel the same as when Ryet, or Josep, or Syrsee feed—it’s better.
Kael must be passed out and concussed, because he doesn’t interrupt us again. Joshua drinks, and drinks, and drinks until he literally passes out and falls off of me.
Then Emily is there, milking her husband as his cock spits out magic. When he’s depleted, she and the rest of the women pull Joshua away from me, and, already understanding my plan, start directing the other men to climb on and have their drink too. The closest one does, grinding against me to get himself off.
He is milked for magic as well. And then the next man climbs on. I slash my own throat dozens of times as each of the men takes their drink and spills their seed into a chalice that Emily holds. She chants things as she collects. It’s Latin, and though I am fluent, of course, I don’t pay attention to what she’s saying because I don’t have to.
When all the men are spent and satisfied, I get up, covered in my own blood in various stages of coagulation, and walk over to Kael’s body, still slumped against the wall.
I actually chuckle as I look down at him. He didn’t even finish his fuck.
Which doesn’t matter. We’ll make sure he’s satisfied before we kill him. That’s the whole reason he’s here. I look at Emily as I nod at Kael. “Let’s get him on the altar and tie him down before he wakes up.”
Immediately, every woman in the room is grabbing at his body, lifting it up and carrying it to the other end of the room. They place it on the altar and tie him down.
They are just buckling the last restraint into place when Kael begins to moan, his head jerking back and forth as his hips rise up from the marble slab in protest. It takes a few more minutes before he is capable of opening his eyes. He must’ve hit his head hard when I threw him aside, but it’s not concerning.
“Kael,” I say as I lean down into his face. “Can you hear me?”
He groans and spits out croaky words. “What the fuck?”
My smile is genuine and big. “You tried to cut in line, little friend. Which is against the rules. You are not in charge and you’ve always had a problem with that.”
“What the fuck is going on?” He’s mostly back now, his voice stronger, his struggle more forceful. “Where’s my blood!”
“It’s my blood, Kael. Not yours. But don’t worry. I need you euphoric when we take your seed, so even though you don’t deserve it, you’ll get the blood.” I look at Emily. “Are we ready?”
She’s holding the four vials we brought with us from the apothecary and she lifts them up. “Let’s use them all.”
“You’re the boss.” Then I take a step back and the women come forward and start caressing the loud and objectionable Kael. He lifts his head up, looking down the length of his body at all the women. He’s breathing heavy with fear, but it immediately turns to lust.