Page 84 of Cryptic Dreams
I think things are about to get a little more interesting after all.
“Indeed, my love.”Wraith leans closer, once again nuzzling my neck. “Lucky for us, there will be no temptation, however, be warned, when their arousal becomes evident it is like fog, thick and suffocating in the air, and you will feel the effects quite strongly.”
“Oh?”
He nods against me. “Yes, love. We are about to move on to the topic we both so desperately wish for them to discuss and these live donors are a way to keep everyone occupied and docile while doing so.”
“Why? I mean, how could…”A very pretty human female, one with large breasts, bright blue eyes, and a rather fit body begins unbuttoning the pants of the male vampire she’s straddling, and as soon as she has his erection free, he quickly bites her chest and starts to feed. “Oh... I see…”
“Do you now? What is it, exactly, that you see?”
I swallow hard when the woman lifts up just enough to slide back down on the male’s member. “This happens at every meeting?”
My mate nods then drags his fangs along my shoulder. “It keeps the nobles happy and allows for the Counsel members to do or say whatever they deem fit. They can discuss things such as what transpired at the nest without fear of angry outbursts, without opposition to handling things the way they have already decided to handle them.”
I continue staring at the crowd as a human male backs onto the exposed lap of a very large male vampire, both of them fully erect. The male all but slams the man down onto his arousal, both of them groaning when he’s completely seated. The human starts bouncing on his lap, the vampire pulling his head back with one hand to gain access then sinks his fangs into his neck, the other wrapped around the man’s erection and pumping fast.
My gaze drifts to find nearly everyone engaged in some sort of sexual act: noble couples touching each other, touching humans, feeding from them, sharing them in one way or another. Morgana is on the corner of the platform—her and Hans’s seats closest to the platform without being on it—a man standing over her, the female’s fangs in his thigh, her hand working his dick while a woman disappears under the sheer fabric of her gown.
For some reason, despite how disgusting I find her, I look around for Hans because fated or not, he can’t really be ok with this, but I don’t find him anywhere.
“He is with Atticus,”Wraith says. “They typically disappear as soon as this starts because Tiberius allows for everyone to get situated before they begin. My father and his right hand sneak off under the pretense ofprivate conversationswhile my mother slithers away with whoever is willing. They engage, but separately and in isolation so as not to draw any attention to themselves and the turmoil that is their relationship.”
“But the other members…”Are all going to town on someone in some way. Mates bent over chairs, legs in the air, humans writhing and whimpering in pleasure. The floor is already streaked in blood but not such large amounts that it’s alarming, it just looks like a lot because it’s mixing with god knows what else as a gigantic orgy breaks out around us. “This is why you did what you did, why you organized the orgy at the nest.”
“Brilliant girl,”Wraith purrs as he nips at my shoulder. “They become so overwhelmed with need that it clouds their minds, then add in something like human drugs and it should have worked.”
It would have too, had Hans not been such a freaking tank.
“You know…”My mate trails open mouth kisses along my neck then tugs my earlobe between his teeth. “I’ve never participated in this portion of the meeting before. I used to go for a walk around the block a time or two with Declan, perhaps smoke a pipe and enjoy the stars while the Counsel became belligerent and idiotic.”
“Wraith…”
“It is a rather different experience, sitting here with my mate, so many pheromones in the air, my desire already at its peak then heightened by an environment created for this purpose exactly.”
My eyes flutter closed as his fangs gently pierce my skin, the lovely sensation of Wraith’s tongue lapping at my blood quick to follow. “Honey…”
“Comparable, yes.”He grins as his lips close around the marks. “Decadent, sweet. Divine. And I fear just a small taste isn’t quite enough.”
Before I can protest or scold, Wraith suddenly pulls me from my seat and right into his lap, the hard length of his cock pressed against my ass. One of his hands comes up around to my throat, tilting my head just enough so my mate can kiss my lips while the other discreetly fights its way under the back of my skirt.
His fingers burn a path over my hip, slipping under the satin of my panties before he cups my pussy in a way that has my spine arching.
“We shouldn’t.”Jeez, even my voice in my head is breathy as hell.
Wraith nudges my nose with his, my eyes opening to connect with heated black ones and a Cheshire grin. “We should, and we can.”
“People will see…”I groan as his hand squeezes my throat, as he uses the one under my gown to cup me harder and grind me against his cock. “Wraith…”
“It is expected, almost mandated that all couples participate. It has been a sore spot for decades that my parents take leave when this portion of things transpire, an insult if you will, to the rest of the Counsel and the nobles in attendance.”His mouth moves back to the holes in my neck, his fangs sinking into them again more firmly while Wraith starts to feed. “And what they will see from us is a united front, a mated couple in love and the strength in that bond.They will see what the High Elder and his mate never show them, what they hide from the Counsel because it does not exist.”
My mate meets my lips briefly, kisses me sweetly before he nips at the lower one, a complete contrast to the way he’s rubbing me, the way his palm pushes against my clit or how he abruptly plunges two fingers inside my pussy. “These daft fools will see what happens when a Descendant finds his mate, loves his mate and lives only to please her, protect her and bring this world to its knees at her feet. They will see exactly what kind of threat you and I are to their way of life, because from our bond springs a power that even their king and queen do not possess.”
Should I be this turned on by his words? Should I be this wanton, this needy for my mate in the middle of what could be compared to holding court the way our kind did so many centuries ago? And should I really be allowing this to happen right now, allowing my mate to finger me in an even more public act than what happened at the boutique?
“Yes, you should.”Wraith bites into my flesh over the brand on my neck—the one given to all babies born after the Species War and identifies us as vampires, the mark he despises and continually tries to cover with his own—and starts tugging hard on my vein.
Butterflies the size of airplanes take flight in my belly and I moan, moan low and deep as my eyes slide closed, as my head falls back to his shoulder, my body surrendering to my mate and his wicked ways. “Wraith… baby, I—”
