But she doesn’t speak. Instead, she pats her lap, once.
Oh my god. This is what she meant, when she said she would showcase me. And the idea of her showing me off in this way…it’s absolutely overwhelming. I can feel the wetness pool inside of me, the flushed heat across my cheeks and chest.
I perch obediently upon her lap, willing to offer whatever it is she wants of me, wholly at her mercy. I’ve never experienced desire like this.
Her thrilling fingers caress up and down my arm absentmindedly as she speaks.
“My intention is to not only rule in Xavian’s place, but to fortify the Night clan’s position in this region,” Crimson declares. “Which makes me highly concerned with the supply chains in the eastern region.”
With her other hand, she takes my chin, turning my gaze to meet her’s. I feel the glamour working, a chill over my skin, smooth and quick. Her magic is effortless, her power undeniable.
I sigh as I ease willingly into her grasp.
Her voice is a little thicker now, her fangs beginning to arch over her lips. “And I believe you havecompelling knowledgeof certain supply chains, do you not, Cedric Ducharme?”
The vampire appears a little less composed now, subtly so, but it’s clear that she has some intended, pointed meaning. He stares warily at her elongated fangs.
“I…do,” he replies.
“Hm.” Instead of responding to him, she laces her fingers through my hair. I understand her intentions, and I bend toward her, offering up my neck submissively.
My body spasms as her fangs enter me, a helpless moan escaping my lips. I squirm pleasurably on her lap as she drinks, aware of every eye on us, witnessing my unraveling, watching me give myself to her. It makes me feel both desperately shy and also…
Incrediblyturned on.
She sucks at my neck with skillful, raw hunger. My head spins and Ihave difficulty following their conversation, I’m so at the mercy of her bite, of her strength.
After what feels like several minutes, she takes her fangs from my neck. Blood pours down my body, a crimson line across my neck and chest, staining my satin dress.
“Go ahead, then,” she snaps at the other vampire, her fangs covered in my thick, dripping blood.
The other vampire shifts, his nose twitching. I know enough about vampires now to know that he can also smell my blood, and it looks like it’s affecting him. Although it’s dark, I can see how his irises are tinged with red.
“We’ve…I’ve…established a production line of glow. I’m sure you’re already aware of that, Crimson.”
“I am,” she confirms, lazily tonguing her fang to lick the blood from it.
“I meant you no disrespect by it,” he continues, his words a little quicker now, a hint of desperation in the pitch of his voice. “Certainly there’s nothing wrong with a little vampire entrepreneurship.”
“Certainly not,” Crimson replies silkily. “But I’m not interested in information I already have. I’m interested in knowing who you may bepartneringwith.”
The blood is still flowing from my neck, down through my dress. I can feel it pooling lower, mingling with the wetness between my legs.
“I’m…sure I don’t know what you’re insinuating,” the other vampire says, but it’s clear that he’s losing the game. His eyes are now brimming bright red, his nostrils flaring.
Crimson’s fingers graze my thigh, and I realize with a wonderful tingle where they’re going. I spread myself wide for her, my dress riding up against my hips.
“I’m sure youdo,” Crimson hums. Then she whispers in my ear, too quiet and fast for anyone else to hear. “Don’t hold back.”
She finds my throbbing, wet clit, capturing it deftly between her fingers. Not missing a beat, she caresses it assertively, sending cascades of pleasure through my already-aching body.
A groan of satisfaction rips through me, and I squirm in her grasp. With her other hand, she takes me by the neck, her fingers between my collar and the tender area below my jaw. Her touch is gentle, buttight enough to send shock waves of desire through me. Again, she’s read my body like a book.
I’m exposed completely, my pleasure on display for everyone to see, engaged in this power play between Crimson and the other vampire. The thought is enough to push me over the edge, and an overwhelming orgasm tears through me. I close my eyes tightly, succumbing to it, riding it like a wave. I buck up against Crimson’s hand, begging silently for more.
The other vampire is clearly disheveled, his eyes fixed on the thick line of blood that drips down from my neck. There’s a hungry, desperate expression across his face. “Crimson, I…”
“Are you working with Oana?” Crimson demands, her voice crisp and commanding. Her iron stare penetrates the other vampire, at the same time as she works me with her fingers, never ceasing, never faltering.Howdoes she know how to touch me this way? My skin is still buzzing from my last orgasm, but already, I’m desperate for another…
