Page 12 of Blood Secret

Soft moaning came from the end stall. Otherwise, I was the only person in the room. I averted my eyes to keep from looking over there in the mirror, but it was almost impossible to fight off my curiosity.

What was going on?

The sliding of hands on cloth, on skin. Heavy breathing. Sighing.

I was starting to feel a little jealous.

A single hand curled over the top of the closed door, fingers spreading and clutching at the wood. Then, a second hand which looked nothing like the first.

Both female.

Then, a third hand.

Male.

And a forth.

Female.

Jesus Christ.

I tiptoed out of the room just as the moaning reached its peak.

How the hell were so many of them in there together?

My heart was racing as I walked down the narrow hall which led to the dance floor, and if my dress had a collar, I’d be hot under it.

I hadn’t gotten any in way too long if all it took was the suggestion of sex to get me worked up.

Unless it wasn’t sex. Unless they were…

Nah. That sort of thing didn’t really happen, the whole “feeding” rumor. Just something the club’s owners had spread around to keep things dangerous and sexy for people who were into that sort of thing.

As long as they thought activities like that went on, it was enough to keep the patrons interested.

Wasn’t it?

There weren’t any seats left at the bar. The dance floor was more crowded by the second, with white and purple lights swirling around from the ceiling. A fog machine spread mist over the space and added to the dreamy feeling.

I could feel the bass vibrating through the heels of my boots, all the way up my legs.

Writhing bodies disappeared in the mist, then reappearing. Arms moving, draping over bodies, wrapping around shoulders and necks and waists. It was spellbinding.

I couldn’t take my eyes off them, even though I wanted to. I did want to. Watching them felt dirty, like I was a Peeping Tom breaking into their intimacy. Even though they were in public, all around me, rubbing their bodies together for all to see.

But it was impossible to look away. Something about the pure, raw intensity in front of me glued my eyes and set my heart racing faster than ever.

One of the men, whose bare back was to me, took his partner by her hips and pulled her close until they were grinding together. The girl, whose hair was a shade of purple that obviously came from a bottle, threw her head back and laced her fingers behind his neck. He buried his face between her breasts as their hips swayed back and forth, dipping and grinding, and one of his hands gripped her butt tight enough that I was sure it had to hurt. She didn’t seem to mind.

Her eyes opened and locked on mine, like she felt me watching and wanted me to know she did.

A chill ran up my spine.

As her partner groped and ground against her, she stared at me. His lips ran up her throat, but she never broke eye contact.

Her tongue ran across her top lip before she smiled, and her teeth shone brightly. That smile was an invitation.

And a challenge.

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