All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,128

dreamed possible to recapture.

I feel excited in a way I haven’t in longer than I’d care to admit.

Why this human at this time? With the veil between the living and dead so thin this time of year, perhaps it’s Fate finally tossing me a softball to knock out of the park.

If I can continue to woo him and don’t manage to scare him off.

In my mind, I’m already planning how best to reveal my darker truths to him. The last thing I want to do is wipe his mind after the reveal, because I’d rather die than harm him. That means I need to carefully woo him and twine him—willingly—around me so tightly that he never wants to release me.

Yep. This is definitely more than mere infatuation or sexual desire roiling my soul.

On the far side of the space, Reynolds, a vampire I’m not very familiar with but have seen at the club a few times before, prepares to scene with a young woman I don’t recognize. Considering she wears a collar around her neck, and matching black leather cuffs around her wrists and ankles, I’m guessing she belongs to him. They’re at one of the St. Andrew’s Crosses and he’s stripped her naked, except for her black stiletto heels. From the variety of items he’s lined up on the implement rack next to him, I think it’s safe to assume he’s no rank amateur.

Baker’s leaning into me now and the heat from his body washes through me, warming me to my very core in a way I haven’t felt in too damned long. Not even from other human partners I’ve had.

Like only he can penetrate my outer shell.

Isn’t that one more sign we’re meant to be?

I deeply inhale, savoring his scent. I can’t help dropping a kiss on the top of his head. “Questions, baby?”

He slowly nods. “Yeah. I can’t think of any right now, though.”

Nuzzling the top of his head, I draw him even closer to my side and he willingly presses against me. “He’s going to do an impact play scene with her.”

Reynolds pulls the woman into his arms and slants his lips over hers in a long, deep kiss. Then he slowly turns her so she’s facing the cross, and clips her wrist and ankle cuffs to it.

Terror fills Baker’s voice. “Is… is he going to hurt her?”

I force myself not to laugh. “Only in the ways she wants him to.”

To violate consent here in the club and harm a human in the process is literally an automatic death sentence. Lucius and Selene viciously enforce that rule, too. Even though they’re not present tonight, everyone who plays down here knows if they don’t follow that rule, one of us will enforce it for our king.

Without hesitation.

With so many willing humans around, including employees who are paid to be available for that purpose, it’s inexcusable for any vampire to force a human against their will.

As Reynolds begins his scene with his submissive, I sense Baker’s already elevated pulse thrumming, his body practically vibrating with excitement. Knowing Baker’s focus is locked on that scene in particular, I carefully explain what’s going on, making sure to point out things that might not be obvious to my precious little newbie.

Like how when Reynolds reaches around her body and cups her breasts, the way her butt adorably wiggles against him and how her body tenses is a sure sign he’s likely pinching her nipples.

I force my hands not to wander over Baker’s body. I bet if I brushed my fingers along the front of his shirt and across his adorable pecs, I’d find his nipples are hard.

From the unmistakable scent of pre-cum wafting from him, I’m positive his cock’s hard, too.

As Reynolds scenes with his submissive, Baker clings to me, until he’s literally sitting in my lap, his arms wrapped around my neck.

I’m not certain he even realizes he’s doing it but I’m not about to stop him, either. I wrap my arms around him and continue whispering in his ear while Reynolds flogs his submissive with a suede mop flogger. To the uninitiated it looks painful, but that kind of flogger would only hurt someone if you hit them in the eye, or accidentally caught a piercing and ripped it out, or something like that.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Baker whispers.

My right hand settles between his shoulders, at the base of his neck, and I start gently kneading his muscles. “Not that kind of flogger. It’s more like a thuddy kind of