Page 56 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Four

Half of the people in the room are covered in cum.

It drips down naked chests and glistens on swollen lips. It’s on faces and running down bare thighs.

I shiver, despite the heat. I feel like I’ve stumbled into a naughty secret.

Bran winds his arm around my shoulders, pulling me in to him. He empties whatever glass he’s on. His arm is heavy on me, as if he’s having trouble keeping himself upright.

“This place is magnificent,” he answers. “Also, I told you so.”

“You’re drunk,” I say, swaying.

“So are you,” he counters and laughs through his nose.

“I feel like I shouldn’t be watching this, I can’t seem to take my eyes off of it.”

There’s so much to see, so much movement, too many limbs, bare cocks and bouncing tits. It reminds me of a computer screensaver, all of those curves moving in and around each other.

“The whole point of an orgy is to watch, Mouse.” Bran’s arm comes around me, his hand wrapping around my throat, his fingers on my jaw guiding me to watch.

It’s art come to life. Depraved, debauched art.

I’m enthralled by a couple closest to us. The man is sitting on a circular velvet couch. There’s a woman straddling him, fucking him. His hands are on her ass, bouncing her on him. Swirls of metallic paint cover the woman’s back while black ink covers the man’s hands. Again with the symbols I can’t decipher, though his are softer, rounder symbols than Arion’s.

Speaking of the fae lord…

I scan the room, hoping not to spot him. For some reason, the energy I get off Arion is an energy that reminds me of the whole concept of elders. Like one misstep and they’ll be giving you a disconcerting look.

I don’t want him to know that I’m drunk and enjoying this orgy. I don’t want him to think I’m a spicy little faeling. Even though I am, let’s be honest.

Bran’s hand sinks to my midsection. Butterflies fill my belly and then dip down between my legs as he presses me against his chest. I can feel him growing hard at my ass. And how could he not? We’re watching live porn and we’re drunk.

Another server appears at my side. “More wine for m’lady?”

Of course. Don’t mind if I do.

I down the glass. Bran downs his.

We’re staring at one another, laughter bubbling up our throats.

Everything beyond this room fades away. My heart warms beneath the wine as Bran’s pupils blow out, a thin sliver of his irises glowing gold.

He takes my hand and yanks me to the back of the room where a half-moon couch is tucked beneath hanging lights and tangled vines. The air back here smells sweet of honeysuckle and my head goes swimmy with excitement.

Are we doing this?

Bran tears the dress from my body, leaving me in nothing but a black lace corset and matching panties. “The dress didn’t make the impact we wanted anyway,” he says, tossing the scraps to the floor. He spins me around and sits me on his lap so I’m facing the room. A flush of heat rises to my cheeks as he hooks my legs over his knees and spreads me open.

Excitement spins in my belly and my clit pulses with anticipation.

His hands come to my thighs and trail up, and the air catches in my throat making me squeak. I’m kinda nervous, a little shaky.

In front of us, a woman sits on a plush settee with cushions that look as though they’re stuffed with feathers. A man goes to his knees in front of her and she upends her glass of wine, giggling to herself. There are thick horns protruding from her bright red hair and sharp fangs that peek through her parted lips.

The man slips his hand inside her skirt and watching them burns a fire in my veins.

This must be part of the allure of an orgy—getting to watch someone else indulge in pleasure while you do too. It’s a double dose of sensory fire.

I can’t say I’ve ever watched porn and had sex at the same time, but I imagine even that pales in comparison to this.

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