Not until I drinkhisblood…
I found myself constantly staring at the king as he greeted more vampires, each one with a thrall on their arm. All of them were dressed in skimpy clothes, some even wearing bondage gear.
The memo must have been: KEEP IT SEXY.
Vaughn arrived, giving me the friendliest nod of anyone here, a woman on his arm. I’d seen her at breakfast getting jolly over the crunchiness of the cornflakes.
I couldn’t think of anything worse than that cardboardy crap, but thumbs up to her enthusiasm.
Vaughn joined the other vamps on the sofa, the thrall taking a cushion.
I sat amidst the bodies, the room stinking of perfume, speaking to no one while my executioner senses reacted with a bloodthirst of their own.
They all kept their distance from me, body language very much a wish for me to piss off. No flirting came this way, the googly eyes reserved for anyone but me.
Good. I wasn’t in the mood for chatter.
I just want his blood…
The golden clock on the wall chimed midnight, silencing the voices. I sat up expectantly.
Silvanus stood. “My dear ones.” He spread his arms wide, exuding kindness.
Pfft. Yeah, like an owl is kind to a mouse.
Scarlet ribbons of light manifested around the king’s arms, coiling in a steady motion. His eyes brightened, their glow bathing the area around him in scarlet light. And his skinseemed to illuminate with them, like he’d swallowed loads of lightbulbs.
The Heart of All appeared, the red veins crawling across his skin. Pulsating, so vibrant. His citrusy scent filled the air, my mouth dry from anguish, the rest of me squirming with want.
Wow. I needed him so badly.
No. This can’t be me.
I can’t do this.
“It is time to feed from me,” he said, tilting his head back.
The scarlet ribbons broke away from him, separating into many threads, each one finding their way to a vampire and striking them gently in the heart. They all moaned with pleasure, beckoning thralls to them, writhing against the sofa.
The cornflake thrall was the first to move, straddling Vaughn. He hiked up her pink-and-yellow tartan skirt, exposing her bare arse. He spanked it, fangs bared, opening a vein in his wrists.
“Want it, baby?” he purred, eyes flicking to me for a few seconds.
“Give it to me.” She snatched his wrist, pressing it to her mouth and sucking greedily, grinding on him as he unzipped his trousers with his other hand.
Again, his eyes came my way, my skin crawling.
This guy was bad news.
I saw his dick as she lifted herself up to take him.
Nope. I looked away.
The other thralls moved around the room, the vampires feeding them, the ribbons fixed to their hearts, connected to the king.
Weird.
Clothes were torn from bodies, rendering the dress code redundant. Like, why not just come naked?
