Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
I finally come with a scream, my body quaking, my world spinning and falling apart around me, feeling like I’ve been born again, and then…
Valtu releases his fangs from my neck and roars as he joins me, his body rigid and taut as he spills himself inside me, his back arched, every muscle corded and tight from strain.
I’m still so out of it when suddenly a thick metal chain appears, sliding around Valtu’s neck and he’s tugged off of me like he’s a rabid dog.
I gasp and watch as Bitrus pulls Valtu back, Valtu on his knees, breathing heavily, the chain around his neck. I’m on the steps, my dress torn, pretty much naked, covered in cum and blood, and the bystanders are no longer watching us, instead they’ve gone back to their usual activities, though a little more enthusiastically than before. I guess we gave them a good show.
I press my fingers to my neck, the blood flowing at a disturbing rate and then a beautiful Asian woman with platinum hair, dressed in nothing but a lacey red thong comes over with a towel and a vial of clear liquid.
“I’m Adora,” she says to me, moving my hand out of the way and pressing the towel there. “Hold that there for a minute, then we’re going to put this on it.” She waves the vial at me. “It will seal up the bleeding. It’s like glue. A witch gave it to me.”
I stare at her, wondering where the hell she came from, but I guess this whole club has a lot of people waiting in the wings.
“A witch?” I repeat, my voice shaking from all the exertion.
“It’s okay, she’s cool,” she says. She looks over at Valtu and Bitrus. “She’s lost a bit of blood, I’ll take her to the bank.”
Bitrus nods and Valtu doesn’t say anything, he just stares at me with a mix of desire and pain. He’s pulling at the metal chain, as if to get close to me, but not hard enough to be a problem. At least I hope not.
Adora helps me to my feet and I do my best to keep the towel on my neck, walk without falling, and keep my dress together, but I can’t do all three.
“It’s okay,” Adora says as my dress falls to the ground and I’m completely naked now. “It’s actually weird if you are dressed.”
She leads me to the back area of the room, behind a Japanese-style partition, where there are a few black leather stretchers laid out. She helps me onto one of them, then opens a restaurant-style freezer and looks in it. “Do you know your blood type?”
“No,” I say. My parents would, I almost say, and for a moment I feel a hit of shame because what the hell would my parents say if they could see me now? Vampires killed them and now I’m not only getting willingly fucked by one, but giving them blood as well?
“That’s fine, we’ll give you a universal donor.” Adora takes out a bag of blood, hooking it onto a stand, sorting through the tubes.
“Have you given blood before?” she asks me, grabbing a needle and attaching it to the end of a tube.
“Given blood? Once, in school,” I tell her. When I first joined the academy and we were told our blood might be helpful in a registry for spells and certain magic.
“Well this is like that. But in reverse. You’ll feel better in no time.”
I frown at her. “Are you a nurse?”
She smiles. “I am actually. Don’t worry, this happens all the time. It’s why Valtu has this blood bank, in case vampires get carried away. It’s in their nature to get carried away, so it’s always best to be prepared.”
I’m about to ask her if she’s just a really beautiful human or a vampire because I can’t seem to tell when I see Valtu poke his head around the partition. He’s wearing his pants, his shirt unbuttoned showcasing patches of dried blood on his chest, his hair messy.
He looks most apologetic.
“How are you?” he asks quietly, cautiously stepping toward me.
Adora gives him a passing nod as she leaves the area so the two of us are alone.
I give my head a shake. “Honestly I’m too dazed to figure that out.”
He comes over to the blood bag and picks up the needle. “May I?”
“If you know what you’re doing.”
He gives me a look like, of course I know what I’m doing, I’m a vampire.
He sticks the needle in my arm and starts the transfusion.
“I’m sorry,” he says with a heavy sigh.
“About what?”
“For trying to…eat you.”
I manage a smile. “Isn’t that what I agreed to?”
He gives his head a shake, a strand of black wavy hair falling across his forehead and he pushes it back. “I didn’t think you’d run.”