No matter how much a prime wanted the change, it wouldn’t happen.Vampires could only turn a true mate.Regardless of the myths humans propagated about his kind, blood-suckers were the nasty slur they frequently used to scare their children.Yes, they did drink blood, but they were more than what they consumed.They enjoyed the finer things in life: music, food, art, literature, and dancing.Hell, the ungrateful human government forgot how they made bargains with vampires, just like other shifters, to rid the world of evil dictators.
Usually, human governments disguised shifter and vamp actions as successful covert military operations.However, that was the cover-up because the massive human population supposedly could not handle knowing what entities really walked the earth among them.
Amaros, talk to me.Marceline demanded from the other end of the long, forty-person dining room table.
He kept his shield up, blocking her.He was the Leader of this coven, and if he chose to keep his own council, it would be his right.His Vice would get the hint to fuck off, or eventually, he’d tell her to.Thank the Great Spirit vampires were a thick-skinned bunch.
Even from the distance that separated them, Amaros saw Marceline arch a brow at him and glide her tongue over her teeth, her fangs slightly lowered as always.His Vice was always ready to sink them into something, vamp or prime.
Amaros shook his head and let out a small chuckle, knowing she heard it with her keen hearing.His small action let her know he knew she was pissed he wasn’t responding to her but didn’t care.
“May I, Sire?”The servant stood on his right side and gestured toward his half-eaten soup.
Setting down his silverware and goblet, he moved his hands out of the way.“You may clear it all for me.”
The servant nodded and then did just that.
“Will there be dessert tonight, Marceline?”A female servant stood to the left of the coven’s Vice and inquired as another servant cleared Marceline’s empty dishes from the right.
“No, Juli, not tonight.You may have the table cleared.”Marceline waved her away.
The head chef nodded and headed back toward the kitchen without another word.His Vice ran the household servants since he didn’t have a mate.Not because she was female but because it was the function of the position.As it had been for centuries.
Marceline rose from her chair.
When the chatter quieted, she smiled and glanced around at all the anxious faces awaiting her announcement.“I believe tonight’s game should be red light, green light.”
Games.Vampires did love to play with their food and lust.At least three nights out of the week, Marceline ended dinner with a naughty twist on some human playground game.A few nights ago, it had been hide and seek.When a prime got caught, they got fucked anally or orally, or both; if two vampires located them, then they were out.The last prime discovered got to pick which vampire they would bathe and sleep the daylight hours away with.
He was the Leader and, more often, was the first choice of a female prime.He didn’t mind fucking them unless his lust was too dark and demanding, and he’d gift the winner to someone else, and Marceline or another fem vamp would accompany him.
Vampires didn’t do large bodies of water.However, they loved a hot bath, not to bathe because they didn’t carry odors like humans, but simply soaking and feeling the warmth seep into their skin was marvelous.
“The rules are as follows: The primes will each draw a piece of paper out of a hat, with one, two, or three written on it.”She held up a finger.“But they must keep it in their hand during the game.The prime will line up against one wall and race to the other end of the room, dodging furniture when I call out green light.”She paused, allowing the suspense to build.
“When I say red light, they will halt in their tracks, and anyone caught still in motion will have to open their paper and announce the number on it.”Marceline allowed a salacious smile to spread her apple-red painted bow-shaped mouth.“That is the number of members who will fuck them right where they stand.The game will continue once they are done, but the other players must remain still.”A wicked gleam flashed in her eyes.
Vampires could fuck for a long time, and it would be more of a challenge for those frozen in space to remain motionless.
“The first prime to make it to the wall wins and may choose which three vamps they would like to feast on them as dessert on the dining room table.”Marceline waved her hands, indicating the cleared table before them.
Cheers and lascivious comments erupted around the table.
“To the parlor where we have more room, and the servants have already set up the space for play.Let the game begin!”Marceline bellowed.
The sound of scraping chairs and rushing feet filled the room as prime and vamps rushed out to start the game that was only a precursor to the nightly orgy that would ensue.
Amaros got up and started in the opposite direction of the lusty herd.
“Sire.”Marceline, who, a moment ago, was at the far end of the table, now stood before him.The wisp of black smoke dissipating let him know she had teleported, not simply moved in a flash to get in front of him.
Coming up short, he stared at her.Waited.
“Where are you going?The fun of the evening is just getting started.”She set a hand on his shoulder and dragged it down the front of his suit jacket.
They had not allowed the disaster of the catastrophes to alter their dress style.From the time they woke, they clothed themselves as if they were on their way to a formal affair.It was why vampires enjoyed the nineteenth century, all its glorious trappings that accompanied the apparel.
“I’m not in the mood for games tonight.”
