Page 31 of The Sorcerer of Shadowholde

The large man took the High Consul’s hand and led him to the enormous bed. He slid his fingers under the neatly tucked shirt and slipped it off over his head. Vita gaped at the High Consul’s smooth, toned chest, his slender waist, the pale skin glowing in the warm light of the candles.

Clearly, the man was seeing the same thing she was, because he ran his hands over the High Consul’s chest with a leer, and Vita felt only a slight twinge of jealousy.

Very slight.

The woman approached the two men, unbuttoning the High Consul’s pants and pulling them down with a struggle. Vita diverted her eyes as he was exposed, though not before catching a glimpse of his pale cock at the ready. The woman let out a bubbly giggle as she got on her knees before him.

What was happening? Did he really expect her to watch this?

Vita heard a muffled groan and turned back to look, unable to stop herself. The High Consul had his fingers tangled in the woman’s hair as he thrusted into her eager mouth, the man planting kisses along his cheek, jawline, and onto his neck. She found herself spellbound bythe sight of three beautiful people indulging in unadulterated pleasure, her glass of wine trembling in her hand.

As the kisses got more aggressive, the man made a move as if to bite, but the High Consul grabbed him by the throat.

“Naughty boy,” he tsked and then pointed at the bed.

The man obeyed, lumbering onto the mattress and propping his back against the headboard. Vita brushed her fingers against her lips, unable to tear her eyes away from the scene in front of her as a warmth began to build in her core.

With a rough yank of the woman’s hair, the High Consul jerked her away from his cock and she stared up at him, a delirious grin on her swollen lips. He pulled her up to meet him and gave her a harsh kiss before pushing her towards the bed. The woman joined the man, both squirming with anticipation as they disrobed each other.

The High Consul suddenly turned to Vita, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Care to join us?”

She startled at his invitation, thoughts swarming through her head like a plague of locusts. Despite her fear and nerves, yes, she very much wanted that. Of course she did.

He was endlessly alluring, his beauty only more obvious as he stood naked before her. He saved her from Praetor Amulius. And that kiss. The kiss they shared in her old room, the electricity that ran through her body when he touched her.

His silky voice interrupted her thoughts. “This would make a great scene for your story…”

Oh, Gods. Not that again. Vita huffed her discontent and crossed her arms over her chest, her mind settled. She glared at him and he just laughed and shook his head.

“Suit yourself, darling.”

The High Consul turned his attention back to his lovers, crawling on the bed to meet them. He moved to the woman, running his hard cock along her entrance as she wriggled with delight, whimpering moans escaping her lips. With a grunt, he pressed his way in, slowly atfirst, then thrusted in and out as she writhed. The other man leaned forward, clearly eager to join in.

As he fucked the woman, the High Consul brought his lips to the man’s neck, planting a sweet kiss before licking a line all the way up the tender flesh. The man shuddered from the slick touch, all but melting into the silky sheets. Vita’s stomach coiled with tension as she watched, intrigued by the scene in front of her, almost wishing she had accepted his invitation.

She had never had more than one partner at a time, but the idea didn’t sound so bad. In fact, she had to stifle a whimper as she imagined herself between the High Consul and Verian, an overwhelming arousal infiltrating her body.

But Verian didn’t want her, at least not in that way. He’d had more than enough chances to kiss her, that was certain. His face had said everything after Drusus’ suggestion last evening.

Vita resisted the urge to squeeze her thighs together, to relieve the lust burning through her, instead taking another long sip of wine.

Suddenly, the High Consul leaned his head back, and fangs appeared where there were once teeth. He sunk those fangs into the neck of the man as the woman below him squealed with obvious glee. Vita’s arousal turned to horror as the man groaned, the High Consul gulping against his flesh. She gripped her glass tightly, so tightly she was certain it would shatter into pieces.

He never stopped his rhythmic thrusting, even as his fangs were in the man’s neck. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned to the woman with unnatural speed. She screamed as he pierced her throat, though it was clearly in delight if the giggling meant anything.

Vita wanted to flee, back to her room, all the way back to the Praetor’s villa, anywhere but here. But she couldn’t.

It was as if all of her limbs were frozen, unwilling to listen to what she was telling them to do. Her mind raced through all the potential horrors. He was some sort of monster, a monster who was going to kill her. The High Consul would bite her and drain her of her blood, if he didn’t do something worse first.

He was something out of a fairy story meant to scare children. But this wasn’t a fairy story, this was real.

The low growl as the High Consul spilled his seed into the woman brought Vita back to the room. He grunted as he slid off of her, and laid between the two. Vita saw no blood from the necks of the man and woman, just two neat puncture marks on each.

“Get out.”

He was piercing her with his gaze, but the other two quickly gathered their clothing and rushed from the room, seed dripping from the woman as she fled with a giggle. Vita pushed herself to stand as her muscles finally complied with their orders. The empty wine glass clinked as she set it on the table, her eyes never leaving the High Consul’s.

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