Page 45 of Bite Me
Levi waved in response.
We entered a garden of sorts with a myriad of alcoves and small bars. Cabanas with curtains were cleverly spaced out among trees and bushes, giving a sense of privacy to each group of guests. I could see movement inside some of the cabanas, but before I could figure out what was going on, Levi found a low sofa in a corner, partially hidden behind creeping vines.
“What is this place?” I asked as we sat, not sure I wanted to hear the answer.
“Just another dinner club.” Levi’s expression looked too innocent.
Before I could push for an explanation, a beautiful young woman came to us, clad in a barely there skirt and a bikini top. She smiled brightly at Levi.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Castillo?”
“I’d like a full dinner for my friend. A male, twenty to thirty, preferably a bottom.”
She appraised me with a smile and returned her gaze to Levi. “And for you, Mr. Castillo?”
“Maybe later. Thank you.”
She nodded. “I’ll be right back.”
“You took me to a brothel?” I hissed as soon as she was out of earshot.
“Oh, get off your high horse, Russel. It’s a club. Just a different concept—one with a menu. And yes, the people get paid. Very well, I might add.”
“I shouldn’t have come with you.” I was about to stand, but Levi caught my arm.
“You need to eat, and you clearly don’t have the emotional capacity to seduce someone. Here, you can just bite and suck. No chitchat, no wooing, just food. You can even think of your Eddie while you do it.”
Silly me, I hesitated.
Suddenly, a young man appeared in front of us. He was wearing nothing but a white harness and a matching jockstrap. He looked like a god, with a chiseled, gym-toned body, dark-brown velvety skin, smooth jaw, the fullest, sensual lips, and midnight eyes.
The Adonis met my gaze and smiled. “Good evening, sir. May I offer you a taste?”
He lowered himself onto a pouf by the sofa and extended his arm toward me.
This was so easy. I had no idea how much Levi paid for a membership here, but it was certainly over my budget.
I could drag the man to the cabana a few feet from where we sat and just drink.
Fucking hell, was I seriously considering it?
“What’s on the menu?” Levi asked.
The guy’s pleasant smile didn’t waver. “Biting and drinking from any place on my body. Oral and anal sex during feeding. I’m versatile.”
“And if my friend here doesn’t want to have sex at all?”
The escort eyed me curiously. “We don’t have to touch aside from the bite if that’s what you prefer. I’m sensitive to the venom, though. You’ll have to excuse me if I come from that.”
“That’s actually great, right?” Levi elbowed me. “Go on. Have a sip.”
I stared at the prominent veins on the young man’s arm. I took his wrist in my hand and lifted it to my nose. I sniffed. He smelled nice, but it did nothing for me. My cock remained soft, and my stomach felt curiously full.
My fangs refused to drop.
Instead of the flood of saliva that always came with feeding, my mouth felt as if I’d been eating hot sand. Then, a violent cramp seized my middle.
I dropped the man’s arm as if it burned me. This was insane. This couldn’t be true.
