Page 62 of Club Blood

“Oh,God,” she moaned, her toes curling into the duvet beside me.

“Does that feel good?” I teased her, bringing the stake out to the tip before thrusting it back inside of her. Her moans grew louder as I continued to work it inside her, pressing the silver ridges against her most sensitive parts.

“Yes, little flower, likethat,” she instructed, moving against the stake to create the friction she wanted.

“Look at you,” I whispered, crawling up her body so I could press my lips against hers and capture her moans for myself. “So beautiful.”

I kept my body touching her, shifting so that I was pressed against the handle, working myself on one end while I fucked her with the other.

Mercy gripped my ass, pressing harder so we were moving in tandem, both of us searching for release. Her fingernails dug into my skin and I threw my head back, riding the silver-coated shaft. I panted, moaning her name in breathless bursts, a small screaming wriggling free when she leaned forward and captured my right nipple in her mouth, sinking her fangs into the tender skin surrounding it.

Pleasure was building for us both as she drank, licking and flicking while she fed on me. I threaded my fingers through her hair with my free hand and pulled her head back hard, shrieking as her fangs ripped from my skin and created a ripple of pleasure.

Mercy smacked my ass hard in reprimand, her handprint blooming red on my cheek. She leaned forward to sink into me again but I tugged her hair again, showing her I was still in charge.

“Look at us, Mercy,” I panted, moving harder against the stake while I pushed it further into her.

Mercy looked between us, grinning as she watched us both chase our release. I leaned my forehead against hers, letting her steal my breaths for herself.

“How does it feel knowing that you’re being fucked by something that could kill you, Mercy?” I ground out, tightening my grip on her hair. “Watch as a human fucks you senseless with your own stake. Watch as I make you scream for me, my queen.”

I knew the power those words would have, and I was proven right as Mercy screamed my name, riding the orgasm out on the edge of the stake, her walls clenching around the wood. I continued to move against the handle, my own release coming harder than imaginable when Mercy sunk her fangs into the side of my neck, making me convulse with only her name on my lips to save me.

Mercy had trusted me and dropped her walls for me; and I had rewarded her by showing her just what it meant to be ravished like a queen.

If I was going to swear fealty to anyone, it would be her.

Mercy Petrova was a queen and I would pray to her every day if she would let me. I was hers now, and I had given myself over willingly.

33

NARCISSA

Once,a long time ago, I wanted nothing more than to breathe in the air of Las Vegas, mesmerized by the drunk stricken faces of youths and miraculous feats of show performers on the television screens that adorned my mother’s home. I had wanted to go to Nevada more than I’d wanted anything else in the world, although it seemed to be a delusion of grandeur at the time. We were on the other side of the country, living in a plush home in the northeast.

To my mother and her delectable cruelty, Vegas was no better than the grime that came from her red-bottomed Louis Vuitton’s, but to me, Vegas meant everything. It was opportunity and potential, and more than anything else, it was an escape fromher. Her obvious disgust for the city made me even more eager to flee to it.

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I kickeda rock in the alleyway south of the strip, watching as it clanged and collided against building walls. I didn’t like to think about Mother; and every time I was in this part of Vegas, my mind immediately drifted to her. I could hear her voice in my head as if she was still alive, standing right behind me.

Vegas is only for whores.

You’re just like the rest of those dirty, good for nothing street walkers.

No better than one of those blood sucking rats with wings.

That wasbefore. If she could see me now, I bet mother would have killed me herself, a stake right through the heart. Thoughts of her made my skin crawl. She was rolling around in her grave, and I was still thinking about her.

It was why I often ignored every part of the city thatwasn’tregularly televised, like this one. If I could help it, anyway.

Just off the strip, away from the blinding lights and layers of money being dangled in front of patrons like carrots, was where atrocities came from all corners. The red district in Sin City was where the depths of human garbage survived, like mother always said.

I hated that she was right.

The alleyway was poorly lit, and only someone with my amplified vision and navigation would be able to go through this side street with little to no assistance. The alley was riddled with debris from ongoing construction, and it was only when I exited that I could see the source. Fluorescent lights attacked my night vision and I squinted, hissing as my pupils readjusted. I could see construction workers alongside the street, their loud drills echoing in my eardrums as they pounded through the gravel. A few casted sidelong glances my way, some sending me sharp whistles that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. I slowly cracked the knuckles on each of my hands. If I had no other purpose tonight, I would have no problem tearing out the hearts of each one to devour them. Every single bloody bit.

Unfortunately, time was of the essence, and I had very few extra moments to spare. I flashed a fang, glaring in their direction. As I passed I could hear them chuckling, cocky as they got their way. I could feel the bile rise in my throat, theneedpacing back and forth, growling and desperate to break free. I almost let it.

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