Page 23 of House of Vampires and Flame

Growling, the vampire prince held me tighter, drawing blood from me slowly now. His lust and heat warmed my skin, his hand rubbing up and down my shoulder and forearm intimately while his other hand cupped the back of my head.

“Enough,” I said.

He broke the contact, his fangs retracting, and his pale blue eyes were still shining.

“This is unnatural,” he murmured to himself. His gaze cut to me, roving over me slowly and sensually. My breath caught. Despite his vile attraction to my blood, he was gorgeous and sexy in every way. “I’ve never felt this way before.” He shook his head. “It’s not right. I should not crave your flesh. I was never into men, let alone boys, and I’m not planning to start now.”

Even if he was into a male, he wouldn’t choose this path. All the prince heirs were competing to find their fated mate to conceive the One foretold by the oracle. None of them would let their lust get in the way of their ambition.

“Are you done, sir? Can I leave now?” I asked while part of me didn’t want him to release me.

“I haven’t even started,” he growled. “I just need to arrange something else, so I won’t slip and make a fucking mistake.”

He pulled out an electronic tablet from his pocket and typed something on the screen. Then he tossed it to the middle of the sofa, dragged me to him as I nearly fell onto his lap, and grazed his fangs against my wrist.

The vampire prince was no gentleman. He craved my blood and flesh, but he wanted to make sure not to give in to temptation and wake up regretting having fucked a servant boy.

Part of me was disappointed, but the last thing I wanted was for Louis to find out I was a girl.

A knock sounded on the door. Drusilla swung it open and escorted two gorgeous blondes into the room. The prince seemed to have a thing for blondes.

Drusilla’s gaze darted to Louis, longing in her hazel eyes. It cooled when she glanced at me. She bowed, withdrew, and shut the door behind her with a tight expression.

The two women made a beeline toward Louis, swaying their hips for good measure while stripping themselves on the way, so smooth that I had no doubt they’d done this too many times. Their dresses and bras scattered on the floor. Then their panties dropped to their feet as well, their breasts and pussies bared. One of them was completely shaved like a bare turkey; the other had pubic hair curled around her pink pussy.

“What the fuck is going on, sir?” I inquired, my face flushing. “I don’t want to be a part of this.”

Louis barely gave them a glance before he fixed his gaze on me.

“You are a part of this, little Bob,” he ordered. “You’re my squire.”

The two women were on him the next instant. They unbuttoned his shirt. Then Blonde Number Two moved to the back of the sofa and massaged his bare chest from behind, her perky breasts rubbing his blond head erotically. I had to admit that the vampire prince had a nice chest, all taut muscles and smooth as silk. He was gifted with great abs that didn’t even fold or wrinkle as he lounged on the sofa.

Blonde Number One batted her lashes and zipped open the prince’s fly. His cock sprang free. It was long, thick, and hard as a rock. She gave it an appreciative study before bending her head and taking it into her parted lips. The prince sucked in a breath and sank his fangs into my wrist.

He sucked me, and she sucked him, running her mouth up and down his shaft eagerly.

I shoved down a moan of pleasure caused by his venom.

“Will you hurry up please, sir?” I asked in a husky, surly voice. “You’ve had enough of my blood! Now this is taking too long.”

The women stared at me, stunned at my boldness and impoliteness.

Louis lifted his lips from my wrist and growled, not pleased that I’d interrupted his enjoyment. “You have some place to go, little Bob?”

“I don’t want to see you get sucked,” I said as I lifted my chin stubbornly.

“Is that so?” he asked, a wicked smirk forming on his lips. “You want to see me fuck then.”

He pulled Blonde Number One’s head off his cock by her hair and commanded her, “Sit on me. Little Bob wants to see how I fuck.”

The blonde climbed onto the sofa and straddled him, her pussy rubbing his length, but they hadn’t joined yet.

“That’s not what I said,” I argued, yet I couldn’t tear my eyes away from their act. “I want to get out of here, sir.”

“Can’t take a little heat, squire?” Louis taunted as he licked the last trace of blood from my wrist; it was so intimate and sensual that I shivered, especially as I watched him buck up his hips and thrust into the blonde’s pink flesh.

She arched her back and screamed in pleasure, her hands cupping her own breasts. The prince thrust in and out of her rapidly, his blue eyes fixing on me instead of her. He was getting off with me watching him.

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