Page 33 of Prayer of the Damned

When she pulls her hand out from between my legs, I give her a pleading stare to keep going. I’m trying to wake my vocal cords and say something, anything, but all my throat can do is letout a weak, needy whine. She understands what I’m asking for, and suddenly I feel something vibrating on my sensitive spot, causing me to leap up in surprise.

“Ah!” I call out, burying my head between her shoulder and neck. She holds me with her other hand and tangles it in my hair while she runs George between my legs in slow, gentle motions.

“That’s it, relax, Belle,” Valentina whispers, and I whine in response. It’s completely insane, everything that’s happening now. Dirty thoughts run through my mind and I want her to conquer me, every part of me, I want to let her devour me.

I close my eyes tight, giving myself to the pulses of the jugular vein in her neck, and the familiar itch in my fangs stirs to life. I want to scrape my gums with my fingernails to banish it, and the thoughts get filthier from moment to moment. I inhale Valentina’s scent; she’s using a horrendously sweet shampoo but the smell driving me crazy is the scent coming from between her legs.

I smell her, her need.She’s no less fired up than I am, and I’m sure that if I slide my hand under her dress I’ll feel her wetness. The idea turns me on so much that I run my fangs across her neck distractedly.

“You can taste me…” Valentina whispers, a tremor running through her body that snaps me out of my ecstasy.

What the hell am I doing? I shove Valentina away from me and she falls to the floor, landing on her butt. I don’t linger on the frightened look on her face, I just snatch the vibrator out of her hand and dash to the bathroom. I slam the door and make sure to lock it before I fall to my knees. I don’t stop to think as I slide the trembling vibrator inside me, stifling my cry of pain.

Fuuuuuck!I scream silently. It hurts! I don’t even need lube because I feel my wetness streaming down my thighs. I’m fucking dripping. I pull the vibrator out of me and slide it in again. In and out, and the stinging just grows stronger the moreI do it. The pain is intolerable and I whine and slam my talons into the door.

“Belle!” Valentina calls me from beyond the door. She pounds on it again and again and I feel myself getting lost in the storm of emotions surging through me.

I punch the door with a fist, trying to signal to Valentina to shut up, but she keeps pounding on the door and I’m afraid that if I don’t come out soon she’ll rip it off its hinges.

When the pain between my legs starts fading, I look down and find that the inside of my thighs are covered with blood. Damn, maybe this is what’s driving her wild. I have to get rid of it right away. I open my hand and the bloodstained vibrator drops to the floor. I examine my bloody palms and curl up where I sit. The pounding on the door grows stronger but I can barely hear it. I bring my hand to my lips and lick the blood off my fingertips. A pleased groan slips out of my mouth and my eyes roll back with lust.Fucking divine ascension, that’s what that is. I slowly lick my middle finger.

“Belle!” Valentina’s scream snaps me out of the sensual delirium I was drowning in, and I shake my head to banish the fogginess.

I quickly get to my feet and wash myself in the shower. I thoroughly scrub myself and George with soap. When I’m sure the scent of my blood is gone, I shut off the water.

The pounding on the door has stopped. I wrap a clean tower around me, take a deep breath before leaving the room, and discover that Valentina is gone.

Chapter Thirteen

Bellcolor

Imake my way through the revelers. It took me some time to figure out where the trio was holding their party. Fortunately, the music bursting from the university rooftop was loud enough for me to follow.

I find Valentina dancing close to Liam and Evan. I approach them and tug her skirt to signal that I’m here.

“Can we talk privately?” I ask when she turns her glance to me.

“We’ve got nothing to talk about,” she spits out disdainfully. What happened? Why this open resentment towards me?

Liam wraps his arms around me and tries to move me to join their dance, but I shove his hands away.

“Come on, Belle, don’t be a drag, this is a party!” he yells in my ear over the loud music.

“Yeah, come on, Belle, don’t be a drag!” Valentina giggles. What’s with her? Is she drunk?

I try to pull her away from the repulsive sandwich they’ve created, but she shakes me off and the two brothers stick to her, preventing me from approaching her.

“Have it your way, Valentina, but you can’t keep avoiding me!” I let out a frustrated breath, and leave her be for now. It’d be better to talk to her when she’s sober.

I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket, and pull it out. The only person who could be calling me is my father, and it is indeed his name on my screen.

I shove my way through the dancers to reach a quiet spot where I can talk with my father. “Hang on, Dad, I’m moving somewhere quieter,” I yell into the phone, trying to flee the crowded rooftop. I open the door to the stairwell and run down a floor until the music’s distant enough. “How are you doing, Dad? You disappeared on me.”

I lean my head on the wall of the empty stairwell. When Simon brought me back from the meeting with Libretto, my father wasn’t in the dorms anymore. I tried to call him a few times, but he never answered.

“I’m sorry, the Council members kept me busy so I had to fly to Costa Rica for a business meeting.” He sounds worried.

“What did the Council want from you?”

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