look. There’s a massive, arched window above the front doors, silvery streams of the moon spilling in, illuminating the path before me.
It’d be so easy to leave, but sadly, I know I can’t. I wouldn’t have to worry about this if Callan hadn’t—
What sounds like an erotic soundtrack suddenly meets my ears, stopping me dead in place at the top of the stairs. It fades out as quickly as I heard it, leaving me to wonder if it was nothing but my imagination, but then I hear it again. Moans, groans, each distinct, growing louder and louder the more I focus. My legs take me down the steps in seconds flat, ears honed in on what is undoubtedly the sounds of pleasure.
What are you doing, Tinksley?
Yeah, what am I doing? Whatever is taking place behind the door I’ve stopped at is none of my business.
But it’s cracked open and I’m achingly curious. Can you really blame me? I’ve never heard such enticing, erotic sounds before—not even coming from myself.
On a deep breath, I push open the door a ways more and, much to my relief, it doesn’t squeak in protest like the ones at home. Upon first glance, all looks normal. The room itself is definitely a parlor; plush seating, a grand desk, plenty of alcohol judging by the smell.
It’s not just alcohol, though. There’s a metallic sort of tinge in the air, too, one I can’t quite put my finger on. Wait, is that—
Those moans again, they all but slap me in the face. They’re so decadent, so fulfilled. The groans as well. Could it be Hook?
Not that I care or anything.
Yet I’m pushing the door with a quick hand almost all the way open.
My jaw nearly unhinges and drops to the floor as I’m granted my first peek at the performance taking place. It isn’t Callan, and it isn’t one man either. There’s several, each one paired off with a woman.
And they’re...they’re...fucking these women while they feed on them.
I’m speechless, clearly aroused by the way my thighs squeeze together. Is this how vampires feed? Heart thrashing in my chest, my eyes bounce back and forth between each couple. Two on the couch, another near the desk, even one going at it against the wall.
Holy hell.
Between the sounds and that smell, that smell I now know is most certainly blood, I can feel my body reacting to it. That crimson veil reclaims my vision, gums yet again burning. My throat constricts, stomach wringing almost painfully.
Chest rising and falling, my back then hits the door. Try as I might not to listen to that voice, a voice I presume to be instinct, I find myself throbbing with the need to have a taste of it.
The blood.
The sex.
All. Of. It.
I’m practically writhing just thinking about it, playing it all out in my head like some sick fantasy, until I hear a voice I know too well, “Tinksley?”
♫ Afraid, Unafraid - SLUMBERJACK ♫
“So what does this mean for her?” I’m asking Draegan within my office the next morning; early the next morning, as in sheer hours after finding Tinksley in her front row seat of a group feeding.
I could smell her arousal.
Could almost taste it.
Forget the pure yet seductive air of her blood, I wanted to throw her up against that door and give her a solid demonstration of the action myself.
Her reaction to it all was instantaneous.
I heard her flashing down the stairs, watched from the shadows beneath the staircase how she so carefully opened the door. And then in a single blink, her entire demeanor went up in sweltering, roused flames. Her heart rate, the chaotic gallop of her breathing. Clenched fists, trembling thighs, everything about the scenario she walked in on appealed to her in ways she didn’t understand.
In ways she wanted to understand.
Her reaction also proved one very basic and ever appeasing fact: she’s never been properly fucked.
“Do you want the good news or the bad news?” Draegan queries, luring me out of a daydream that consisted of Tinksley bouncing on my cock with her fangs deep in my neck.
Scrubbing a hand down my face, I suck in a deep breath, and gaze down at the boy. “How bad is the bad news?”
Draegan considers my question for a moment, grimacing just slightly. “It’s pretty damn heavy.”
Figured as much.
Sighing, I pull out the seat beside him and turn my attention to the screen of his laptop. Thanks to him and Emil, we have some technological luxuries within the castle