Page 67 of Royal Bite
Stormey’s eyebrows shot up. She’d heard the queen had been a warrior in her own father’s army. Stormey would love to be able to meet Hegna on the sparring mat as her equal. The first time, Hegna had bested her. Determination filled her. Stormey knew without the queen saying, what she needed to do.
“Are you certain, Your Grace?” The young hostess’s eyes widened in shock at Hegna’s request.
It was an uncommon request from Hegna who frequented the Black Hollows branch of Madam Rice.
Hegna leaned back in her chair and turned back to the small stage before her. A near-naked human female danced around a pole in front of her. The dancer flipped her light-brown hair off her shoulder and bent down, presenting her ass. Hegna smirked and nodded to the hostess.
“You heard me correctly. I will take a glass of blood. No human donors tonight,” she said. She licked her lips and switched her attention back to the woman who gyrated and danced to the rhythm of the music blaring through the club. If this had been six months ago, Hegna would already have had this stripper on her knees with her face buried in Hegna’s cunt.
But things had changed.
Hegna didn’t want to let on, but the thought of taking blood from a live donor was flipping her stomach. She’d had such an urge to go to Stormey’s room and demand she allow her to feed from her, but Hegna had hesitated. The blood transfusion was helpful, but it made the hunger she felt increase.
Hegna was ravenous, and any person she’d sink her fangs into was at risk of being drained dry. There was no amount of kenaf weed the humans could take that would help them make the amount of blood she desired. Instead of a live donor, she would opt for the processed blood from donors. It was still from a human, but it eliminated the intimacy of a bite.
“Yes, Your Grace.” The girl dipped down in a quick curtsey and rushed off.
Hegna glanced around and took in the club. The area she was in allowed for private shows from dancers who would be available for not only entertainment, but for donation and more. There was a small wall that blocked anything that would go on in the semi-private area, but it still allowed Hegna to view the establishment. The warrior in her always wanted to see everything and the exits.
Hegna had left the castle with a few of her men who were scattered around the club. There were ample amounts of vampires taking advantage of all that Madam Rice had to offer. Members of her coven were seen along with vampires she didn’t recognize. Security was tight in places like this. Ever since the club in Velika’s town had notified them of lycans prowling around, they had increased protection so vampires could continue to enjoy themselves and humans would have a safe place to work.
Hegna settled back against the comfortable chaise while watching the woman who had now removed all of her clothes. She swung up high on the pole with grace and strength. She slid down and twirled around it until her back was to it. She leaned back, doing a sensual dance, running her hands along the swell of her breasts then down her torso.
The hostess returned. “Here you are, Your Grace.”
She set a bronze goblet on the small table next to Hegna. The scent of the copper fluid drifted through the air toward Hegna. She reached into the pocket of her leather pants and brought out a gold coin to tip the hostess.
The young woman’s lips widened as she reached for the coin. “Thank you.”
She disappeared, leaving Hegna to her private show. She took the goblet and brought out another coin and tossed it onto the floor for the stripper. She sipped the blood and held back a grimace. It wasn’t bad blood; it was as if her taste buds were off. The dancer slid down to her knees and crawled over and picked up the coin. She threw a wink at Hegna and rolled over onto her back. She spread her legs wide and pleasured herself with her fingers.
Hegna watched, sipping her blood. It was weird. She felt nothing while watching this woman take her pleasure into her own hands.
“You can go,” Hegna said.
It was cruel to stop a person from reaching their release, but at the moment, Hegna didn’t want to watch. The only pussy she wanted to see belonged to a beautiful brown-skinned woman who haunted her every thought. She tipped her cup to the woman to try to soften the blow. The dancer stood and smiled, taking her gold coin with her, spinning around and exiting the stage.
Hegna sensed someone standing off to her side. She glanced over and arched an eyebrow.
“Madam Rice,” Hegna murmured.
It had been a while since she had seen the madam in person. The woman was very busy with her clubs all over the continent. The madam stood tall, with her dark hair pulled away from her pale face. Ruby-red lips and flawless makeup had the woman looking beautiful. She wore a black dress that was mostly sheer with darkening areas around her breasts and her nether region. She was curvy and was once a prostitute who had an eye for business.
A woman starting a successful business centuries ago was almost unheard of. But the madam was determined and had the backing of certain vampires in her corner. This kept the opposers of a woman owning brothels or feeding houses away. The madam and the Riskel family had history. It had been the king’s younger sister who had leant her support to the madam.
“What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?” Hegna took another sip of blood. She kept her face void of emotions, not wanting the madam to sense something was wrong with her. The rolling of her stomach was revealing her body was slowly going to reject blood in general if it wasn’t from her mate. The pain that accompanied it was tolerable.
“I heard you were visiting and I thought I would come over.” The madam shrugged a shoulder. She took a seat on the chaise next to Hegna. “I also heard you are refusing my donors. Is there something wrong with them?”
Hegna held back her smirk. She figured there had to be a reason the madam had come to speak with her. Hegna looked out at the club and took in humans walking around in white or black sheer material draped over their naked bodies. She caught sight of Cezar sitting in a chair across the room feeding on a female while another one knelt before him sucking his cock. Her gaze whipped across to another area of the club where her other guard, Joran, was feeding off a male.
The room was filled with sexual tension with many taking advantage of the pleasures the madam offered. A vampire woman was being escorted by two human males to the lower level where the private rooms were located.
“There is nothing wrong with your donors. Tonight, I just wanted something different,” Hegna replied. Movement from the side of her eye caught Hegna’s attention. One of the attendants of the club was spraying the pole and wiping it down.
“Something different, eh?” The madam’s lips curved up deviously. She tapped Hegna on her knee. “I have just the person for you.”
“Bethany,” Hegna called the madam by her first name. She shook her head and held up a hand. She didn’t want to insult her by refusing another donor. Coming here was to keep her from going to Stormey. She needed to avoid her until her thirst was under control. “I am just here for entertainment.”
