Page 23 of Blood Day
I shouldn’t romanticize him or lust after him.
All vampires were inherently seductive. It was part of their predatory appeal. Even Master Peyton possessed aflawless appearance with her pretty black hair and olive-toned skin. She smiled at me now, clearly enjoying this show of sensual torment.
Six didn’t stand a chance.
He was so worked up, his shaft pulsating in my mouth in clear warning.
Master Peyton chastised him, but it didn’t matter.
He exploded on a growl that caused all the hairs along my neck to stand on end.
Would Master Cedric growl, too? Would he fist my hair and thrust himself deeper? How would he taste? Salty like Six? Would I drown in his pleasure? Or would it be over quickly, similar to this experience now?
So many dangerous questions.
I swallowed them all with Six’s essence, my mind picturing Master Cedric instead of the male before me.
I felt dizzy and hot, my body aching for someone I shouldn’t crave.
But that kiss last night.
The way he’d fed me.
The care of his touch.
The heat in his gaze.
It’d all provoked a yearning inside me I couldn’t quite ignore, and I’d taken it out on Six. Which left me feeling empty and oddly unsteady.
Incomplete.
Wrong.
“Well done, Prospect Four Hundred and Seven,” Master Peyton praised, her sharp nails threading through Six’s thick auburn hair. “Come with me, Prospect Four Hundred and Six.”
He swallowed, his pink cheeks going white.
She was about to make an example of him by making him come again in front of the class.
By using her fangs.
I’d seen it done a few times now. Master Peyton called it a training process to help the loser of these games learn orgasm control.
It wasn’t something I’d been subjected to yet, as I hadn’t failed any of my tests. However, that likely had more to do with the course’s design than my actual skill.
The males always lost these games, something I suspected was a result of Master Peyton preferring men.
All of her demonstrations were on the males, never the females. And she always touched the men during our tests, not the women.
The wheels of Master Peyton’s chair whirled across the floor as she shoved Six into the seat. It was much harsher than what Master Cedric had done to me last night. Just as Master Peyton’s movements now were far more predatory than Master Cedric’s had been.
“Don’t make a sound,” Master Peyton demanded as she went to her knees.
Then she lowered her head to Six’s groin.
I held my breath, praying to the Goddess that Six obeyed her command. Because I’d seen what had happened last week when the previous male hadn’t remained quiet.
He wasn’t present today.
