Page 56 of Thicker than Blood

I tune everything else out for a moment, focusing on Lucius’s scent. “Ah. Thank you.”

Benicio leaves, and as I drain my wine glass, he returns with a crisp white shirt and helps me into it. I twist around, cupping his chin and gazing into his adoring eyes.

“Have you allowed yourself a bit of fun lately?”

“My life is filled with joy as it is.”

“Beni. I want more for you.”

He glances past me for a brief moment. “I’m happy, I promise. I’ll know when I want more. For now, your pleasure is mine.”

Nodding, I caress his cheek. “Very well.”

I head off to find Lucius. I have to talk to him about what occurred tonight with Geordi. He’s the only one who thinks like me, carefully weighing all possibilities. I pass Hendrix sitting in a velvet chair and receiving a lap dance from a male siren. As I meander deeper into the club, I spot Soren chatting it up with a handsome mortal, then the scent of blood and sex tickles my nose, drawing me to a dark corner where Lucius has a mortal on his lap riding his cock. I lean on a column and watch for a moment. I do enjoy Lucius’s indulgent approach to sex. It almost rivals mine.

He’s sucking the man’s neck—not feeding, just marking him. He notices me, turning his sex-drunk eyes to me and smiling.

“My friend. Do you want a sample?”

“No. I’m quite satiated.” I sit in the velvet chair beside him. The mortal on his dick turns to me and smiles, but it morphs into another moan as his cock spills a trickle of cum. “How many times have you made him come so far?”

“Three. I think he’s about done, but he feels wonderful. I do love Americans. They’re so enthusiastic.”

Chuckling, I raise my hand and a server appears with my favorite drink. Perks of being me—I don’t have to ask for what I want.

“Thank you, Sergio.”

He nods, lingering for a moment. “I’m at your service if you’re in need of anything else.”

I’m regularly offered blood and sex by all the attendees and workers, but no one could pique my interest after the sweet treat I had earlier.

“I’m good.”

He leaves and Lucius grips the mortal’s shoulders, slamming his hips up into him and bringing himself to orgasm. His muscles twitch as he drinks from the wound in his lover’s neck.The mortal’s eyes are trained on me, and judging from his scent and the haze in his eyes, he very much enjoys being watched.

After a few moments, Lucius carefully withdraws himself from the man’s body, making sure he can stand safely. Lucius whispers to him, and the man smiles, allowing himself to be led away by one of our servers. They’ll ensure the mortal is cleaned up, dressed, and provided with snacks to help with the blood loss.

Lucius sits back in the chair, legs splayed and his magnificent cock still out, hanging heavy on his leg. He drags a hand through his hair, gazing at me with a satisfied smile.

“Why don’t I visit more often? I love this place.”

“Don’t like the European offerings?”

“None of them approach the pure hedonism of yours. How did your interaction go?”

“That’s why I sought you out. I knotted him.”

Lucius raises an eyebrow. “Did you? When was the last time that happened?”

I rub my forehead. “I’m not sure, but it was a very long time ago.”

“What would you like to do about it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes you do, or you wouldn’t be thinking about it.” Lucius grins. “You want to turn him, don’t you?”

“No. Of course not. I don’t do that.”

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