Page 2 of Marked for Desecration

I watched from the corner of my eye while Jordan chuckled, staring at my cleavage with hunger. I ignored him and walked into the crowd who were all mingling by the blood fountain. The crimson fluid dripped down in the perfect flow from one tier to the next. It was beautiful. Some of the women were currently bent over, dipping their long stemmed glasses into the blood with delight.

“Amazing how warm it still is, don’t you think Amelia?”

Amelia licked the outer stain of her glass seductively while staring at one of the men. “Indeed, it is. Jilian, would you like to join me for a little fun with Horace this evening? Seems his eyes are beckoning me for company and he does so love to share.”

Jilian downs the rest of her blood and throws the glass against the wall, shattering it into a million pieces. “I’m always interested in distractions, Amelia.”

Both the girls walked away from the table together as Horace, tented in his pants, lounged back on a piece of furniture. A few familiars slinked in the shadows, cleaning up the broken glass.

Shaking my head, I crossed my arms and looked up with a devious smile. My husband, William, really did go out of his way to try to impress me. Both of the humans hanging by metal hooks had their eyes gouged out and their mouths opened in an expression of horror as their blood continued to slowly stream down into our little drinking fountain.

I would have liked to hear their screams, but their tongues were removed and their necks slit before I even knew they were there. A shame, and kind of rude of William, really.

He owes me a bloodbath. And if I had a human farm, that would be easy to obtain weekly. He needs to get on that if he wishes to keep me by his side.

Hands wrapped around my tiny waist and a warm breath fanned the back of my neck. “Do you like what you see, my dear?”

“It is quite lovely, husband. I thank you again for the gift.” The jerk probably didn’t wait for me on purpose. But that was an argument for another time.

He rubbed his hard cock against my ass and I lifted my lip in a snarl, but quickly schooled my features when another guest approached the table for a drink. William Cromwell thinks he’s a gift to Letos women. The tales of his conquests have reached even the southern lands, especially his penchant for going through familiars.

“You can thank me in other ways, wife.”

His hand gripped the back of my neck firmly, forcing me to my knees before him. Seems he had already made his rounds elsewhere, much to my disgust. My hands quickly pulled his hard cock from his pants, and the smell of another woman’s pussy hit my nose.

Moans, soft sighs, and cries of pleasure get louder around us as more and more of the guests join in with those who have already started to play.

Licking the underside of his shaft, I think of the many ways I can detach his dick and shove it into his mouth so that he will never need to speak to me again. Instead, I stare into his eyes, not seeing him, but taking in the intricate architecture of the low ceiling. The swirls and carvings are reminiscent of another time—a darker age.

I sigh before enveloping the crown of his head into my mouth, preventing me from further expressing my boredom with this task. He tastes vile.

Sucking on the head, I let my fangs graze his skin, making him hiss and thread his fingers into my hair, pushing my head down further. Greedy asshole that he is.

My nails dig into his thighs over his pants, but he paid it no mind as he thrust against my face and made me gag. Little did he know, I was already gagging before it even began.

“That’s right. Swallow my cock. Your mother told me you had a good mouth on you,” he chuckled, thrusting again. My anger rose with the mention of my mother, but he didn’t stop. “This is where women belong. On their knees, doing what they do best. We’re going to get along well, you and I.”

Thankfully, a few more thrusts and he spilled into my mouth, pulling himself out far enough to run his release all over my lips like a branding. In my mind, I had already ripped him limb from limb, hanging his body parts on the empty hooks in the ceiling alongside the humans.

He shoved me away with his knee as if I were human as he refastened himself. I shouldn’t be disappointed. He always did look like a five-pump kind of vampire. I licked my lips and got to my feet, smoothing down my black dress. My dear husband pulled me into a semi side embrace while he leaned toward the table and grabbed a cup full of blood left by someone else.

He lifted his cup and yelled out, “To a new family alliance! We’ve been living in the north so long, I almost forgot we still had some Letos to the south. But being the lucky bastard I am, I was able to snag myself one of the prettiest Letos women from the Vargas family.”

I smile demurely, placing my hand on his chest like the good wife I needed to be. “Oh, stop it. I was the lucky one.”

Gag me, please. Preferably with a larger dick.

William laughed and finished his speech with a sentence that placed him on my shit list forever. “She didn’t even cost me a thing.”

It would cost him his life; he just didn’t know it yet.

His toast was pointless as most of the guests were in the middle of orgies, fucking everyone they could get their hands on and drunk on the surplus of blood we offerred at the party.

Pathetic fools. This was exactly why Letos shouldn’t be led by men.

William grabbed my chin and forced his lips on mine. His tongue slid into my mouth like a snake and I wanted to bite it off, but held myself back.

“Go have fun, my dear. I have some business to attend to for the next few hours, but I will return.”

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