Page 69 of Claimed By Blood

No. Cain can’t know about this place.

He would never have let them live this long if he did.

“For what it’s worth,” Immy says, comfortingly. “I’ve never heard him mention this place, or any vampires who weren’t under his control. Though Bella would know best.”

“You have to tell me more about your other sisters,” Noha instructs, as we come to a set of white-framed double doors and pass through them into a huge hall.

Instead of the buffet tables I’d expect of a human establishment, there are taps along the wall, above tables full of glasses. Each tap is misted with condensation and labelled with the blood type and species. Around the room, vampires sip from glasses, or from each other, all while talking.

The conversation doesn’t stop when we walk in, although we do get a few looks, most people simply give us nods and move on.

“Not much to tell,” Immy mutters. “Callie is shallow, and Bella is a workaholic.”

Noha glances at me, as if wondering if I’ll elaborate. I don’t. No part of me wants to think about our other sisters right now. Perhaps she senses our reluctance because she changes the subject swiftly.

“We don’t get any of the fancy synth blood they have in the big cities,” she laments, gesturing at the taps along the wall. “It doesn’t keep as long. But we do have pretty much every species you could want.”

Immy lets out an appreciative sigh and drifts over to the vampire A positive, which has always been her favourite. It’s nice to see some things haven’t changed.

I go to follow, only for a hand on my arm to stop me. “You thirsty?” Finn asks.

My stomach rumbles, as if it’s determined to answer for me. “A little,” I mumble.

I haven’t fed since I drank from Frost yesterday, and the dry feeling at the back of my throat is beginning to gnaw at me. The scents in the air aren’t helping.

Thank God, I’m better at controlling my bloodlust than I was, but I shouldn’t go too long without feeding.

“Then you drink from one of us,” Finn growls, in an uncharacteristic display of possessiveness. “Not from strangers or donated blood. We made a promise when we pledged to you, remember?”

I nod mutely as I try to hide the way my fangs have lengthened in my mouth. I’m not ashamed to admit I’m more than a little turned on by his statement, but I don’t want it to be obvious to everyone here.

Noha smiles and fans herself with her hand. “If that’s what it’s like to be bonded, maybe I should’ve let Samuel talk me into it,” she says. “There’s regular food for your men who require it in that fridge over there.”

She points to a small station in one corner which I hadn’t noticed until now. There’s a small laser oven-grill combination cooker and a fridge directly below it.

“Thanks,” Finn says, but he still isn’t looking at her.

In fact, I’m pretty sure his attention doesn’t leave my lips as Noha leads us to a table. I try to sit on a chair, but I’m quickly swept into his lap. On any other man, my face would be easily level with his neck, but Finn is tall. I have to put my hands on his shoulders and pull myself up until I’m at his vein.

I take my time with the bite, running my fangs up the side of his neck until he shudders before lapping the place I want to drink from.

When I finally pierce his skin, he’s rock hard beneath me.

I hold most of my venom back because I have no idea how comfortable Finn is with public feedings. Some thralls are happy to be drunk and fucked in front of the entire Court—and it’s not unusual for feeding frenzy to overtake everyone in Cain’s throne room on occasion—but I don’t want to push his boundaries, or our hosts’.

Still, there’s enough of the intoxicant in my bite to have his hands clenching on my hips. A tiny gasp escapes his lips as I take my first pull on his vein, and the unique sweet flavour of his blood bursts on my tongue.

He shifts beneath me. To any onlooker, the movement would seem completely innocent, but it has the unexpected consequence of driving the line of his cock right up against my core.

It takes all of my self-control not to claw open the flimsy barrier of our jeans and drive myself onto his length. I’ve never felt as empty as I do now. My pussy clenches on nothing.

Another thrust like that, and I won’t hold back.

“Behave,” I warn, not removing my fangs from his neck.

A fine shudder runs through him, and I grin.

The omega loves it when his lovers get bossy with him in bed. So do I.

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