Page 53 of Thicker than Blood

“What…?” My eyes catch Enyo watching the scene with his pants down and Jagger between his legs, enthusiastically blowing him. I pull my gaze away. “Oh gods.”

Elias stands behind me, rubbing my shoulders. “Ah. Entertainment.”

“What’s going on?”

“A dance, obviously.”

“Elias, quit being cagey and explain this.”

“It appears we have some guests.”

“Are they dead?”

“No.” He clicks his teeth. “We only indulge in the blood of the living. Dead blood is how you poison a vampire, but you already knew that, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Are they going to be killed?”

“I imagine so, yes.” He bends so that his lips brush against my ear. “But they are criminals. Society will not weep for their loss.”

“How do you know that?”

“You don’t recognize their gang clothes?”

I focus on the men, taking in their clothes. Then I notice the green bandannas in their back pockets.

“Oh. The Irish gang.”

“Correct. They’ve been causing a bit of trouble lately. These two must have caught the attention of my vampire friends and were invited to entertain us.”

One of the vampires dips his victim low before tearing into his throat. I flinch at the graphic violence as a choir of vampires moan in unison. Enyo doesn’t react, watching the scene play out with hooded eyes and his hand tangled in Jagger’s hair as he slowly pumps his hips.

My cock jerks again, and I’m not sure what’s turning me on. Is it watching my friend be pleasured or the bloodbath on stage?

“It’s both,” Elias whispers. “You have a touch of bloodlust too.”

“Stop that.”

He chuckles. “No. I enjoy prodding around your very interesting mind.”

“It’s not nice since I can’t do the same thing to you.”

“You could if you drank from me.”

I spin around and step back so I can see his face without straining. “Nice try. I’ll turn into a vampire if I do that.”

Elias cups my chin. “Un petit gorgée, mon cher.”

“I don’t speak French.”

“What a shame. Your lovely mouth would do honor to my favorite language.”

Exasperated now, I demand, “What did you say?”

“A little sip, darling. Just a taste of vampire blood won’t turn you, but it will affect you.”

A man on the stage screams as the vampire he’s with drags long nails across his now bare chest.

“You would be stronger, more alert.” Elias moves behind me again, forcing me to watch the carnage on stage. “You could peek inside my mind for a bit. If I let you.” He slides his hands down my front, dipping under my shirt and gliding back up to my chest. “Your stamina would increase, as would your desire for me.”

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