Page 38 of Club Blood

“Do you trust me?”

It was an absolutely, positively insane question for her to ask me. There was no way that I should trust her, should know that – despite the danger she had technically put me in – she would never hurt me. But my sex-addled brain was not logical in any way, which is how I found myself nodding and whisperingyes.

“What a perfect pet you are,” Mercy moaned breathlessly into my ear before sinking her fangs into the side of my neck.

The pain was blinding at first; a burning, aching sensation that made my body feel like it was being ripped apart. And then…

Then it subsided and turned into something more. Mercy sucked on the skin where her teeth were piercing me, her tongue circling over the blood trickling out. But I didn’t feel like I was being drained. It felt like a blinding ecstasy, like she was exchanging my blood for a high I had never felt before.

Wetness seeped between my thighs, soaking Mercy’s still-working hand. My vision went spotty as she moved her thumb over my clit, working each point of pleasure across my body until I was crying out, screaming her name until my throat was raw.

My body shuddered as I climaxed, my pussy clenching around Mercy’s fingers. Slowly, so slowly, she released my neck and licked the wounds she had created. When she pulled back to look at me, I could see my blood smeared on her lips.

She grinned, a devilish sight with fangs exposed and my blood on her teeth. I watched as she slowly removed her hand, bringing her cum-covered fingers to her lips and rubbing them with the blood.

My sensitive pussy, over-worked and wrung out, throbbed when she licked her tongue over her lips and groaned at the taste of the mixture she had created. I breathed her name, watching through half-closed eyes while she sucked every drop of my juice from her fingers.

I tried to keep my eyes open, but Mercy had exhausted me. She had wound my body so tight and given me a transcendental orgasm, leaving me weak and content. I was tempted to ask her to stay with me for a while when I felt her slot into place beside me, her arm over my waist.

“Sleep, little flower. I’ll be here when you wake,” Mercy whispered, drawing small circles on my exposed stomach.

Not one for disobeying her orders, I let my eyes close and slipped into satisfied unconsciousness.

23

MERCY

Something shifted in the air.I could smell it as I crawled out of bed, sweet darling Cecelia sleeping pensively across the sheets. I gazed at her features, which although twitching after each breath, were serene and dare I say, content. She was far too comfortable for her own good. It was dangerous, how she spread herself here in her bedroom with so little restraint. Feisty, she was, and brave, but too trusting of me. She had put me in charge of her care on her own accord, and I was unsure how much of that was her subconscious, and how much of that came purposefully. If only she could see the truth of the evil sheltered inside of me. She would despise the sound of my name leaving her lips then.

It was no secret that our scents mingled together, now. I took a deep, long breath, inhaling the musk of leather and salt now accented with floral undertones. If the vampires across my estate had not heard us, they certainly could not mistake the smell of it, now. Even Narcissa, who no doubt escaped the scene in pursuit of something less humiliating, could never ignore the way my claim on this human settled around us, my kingdom. It was a dagger to the heart, but I could not bring myself to feel anything but relief. I must admit, knowing she would never stalk my bedroom again, would never find herself between my legs, lifted a weight from my shoulders I didn’t even know I was holding.

I turned my stone gaze from Cecelia, finding myself now in front of the shower room attached to the bedroom, the room with the tub I’d fantasized about Cecelia stepping into just a few nights before. Ignoring the tub completely, my attention turned to the shower head in the corner. It had no doors, instead, the nozzle spout hung freely from the ceiling. My fingers lightly turned the knob to release the hot water, my head tilting back to keep my human pet within my line of sight. She still slept soundly, and I fought hard not to let the smile that crept across my lips play out for longer than half a second.

The hell-heated water blistered my skin, and I fell prey to the blissful relief the warmth allowed. I had no intention of ridding myself of that delectable flower scent, instead standing still as water cascaded over every inch of my still naked body. My mind drifted to her as I stood there, with no intention of soaping off the sin we’d just committed.

She called me beautiful.

Cecelia was not a stupid creature, not like the rest of them. She knew how my kind possessed the type of otherworldly beauty that made instincts fall weak. Immortality looked good on anyone, luring our prey into our terrible clutches, the world’s greatest predator. When she looked at me, doe-glazed eyes wide with interest, she’d seen past the glamor. I felt as if she had seenme, and by some devil’s punishment, found me utterly captivating to look at.

I would dwell on that interesting piece of information later.

My arms explored every inch of skin, water coating me completely. There was a peacefulness I found while drowning in the shower, though I did notice that I was rather…preoccupied. My cunt was still throbbing with need just at the memory of Cece clenching around my fingers. I closed my violet eyes and snapped my jaw together, pulling at the tips of my nipples with aggressive fingers until I felt the relief of my play. Pleasure exploded around me, and I sighed as I dripped down my legs, cum disappearing down the drain.

It wasn’t unusual for a vampire to take a human lover, although the thought of it still caught me off guard. My partners were many and plenty, and while they mostly consisted of Known creatures across the world, several mortal sexual exploits had my toes curling in satisfaction. What made this one feel so different was the feelings that muddled my thoughts, the intense desire to protect, and to claim. I snarled at the thought of someone else taking her from me, and of those that had her before me. This feeling was different, and there was a part of me that was frightened to explore it.

Water splashed against my canines as I opened my mouth to allow it in, dried blood now staining the bottom of the shower. My bite was unexpected, but it added another layer of own-ness to the blossoming relationship between us. My blood, though not enough to turn her, would lie dormant in her system for up to five days at a time. I’d have to be careful with her, lest I subject her to the same fate I faced.

It already felt like I hadtakensomething from her, and the possessiveness I harbored meant I wouldcontinueto take from her. I was perturbed by even the idea of it. Perhaps I was deluding myself into thinking that her moans, her small pants of my name meant our exploration of one another had become consensual. But Cecelia was still a prisoner, and even a person locked away in a beautiful mansion could still be considered a captive. Although I demanded her earlier, I wondered if it scared her, the idea of me. I wondered how much of her felt too frightened to deny me.

How could someone, a Queen, not take what it was she wanted? And how could that same Queen feel so duty bound to her pet’s ability to choose her fate?

Lust was a powerful motivator; because it was not love, it was not affection. It was myneed’s primal desire. I was not going to fall for Cecelia. Narcissa cornered me and caught a whiff of the weakness that was threatening to expose me. She sensed far before I did that my reluctance to let my pet die clouded my judgments. The jealousy living in the heart of my Second was proving to be a viciousness that we could not ignore. I could not convince myself of Cecelia’s safety while Narcissa was present, even with my threat looming over her.

The shift in the air was not caused by my berating of Narcissa, but because of this seemingly insignificant creature that captivated me. A smile crept across my chin again and I ran a nail alongside the cut of my jawbone.

There was movement from the other side of the bathroom coming slowly from the adjoining bedroom. I hummed while I grasped for the nozzle and turned it, completely aware of her presence.

“Please don’t stop,” she said, assuming that I was turning off the water pressure, “Can I join you?”

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