Page 35 of In the Mouth of the Wolf (Of Wolves and Kings #1)

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MIKE

“A more!” Grace called as she and Jen descended the escalator to the baggage claim.

I rolled my eyes. Why did I ever think she would be a good addition to my servaglio? I let my cock decide too much for me sometimes. It really should have taken more than a well-placed brush of tits against my shoulder to be given such an honorable position.

At least I wouldn’t have to deal with her for too much longer. I had invited her and Jen down to New Orleans to wait with me while the Council gathered their warriors. One last hurrah before I broke things off.

They didn’t need to know that part yet, though. I had bought them tickets under the guise of needing comfort due to the loss of my Lunessa.

Which was true – I’d find comfort in their wet pussies, tight asses, deep throats, and then cut the cord.

I wouldn’t miss Grace too much, but Jen really would have been the perfect second. She might have been willing for a few afternoon quickies in the company bathroom when this was over, but once I retrieved Marlowe, I would keep the promise I intended to make – I would have no servaglio aside from her. She would be enough for me.

“How you holding up?” Jen asked, giving me a hug while I watched Grace struggle to lift her impractically large suitcase from the baggage carousel. I should probably be helping her, but ever since she had insulted Marlowe, I didn’t really hold any fondness for her anymore.

The thought of draining her brought a small blossom of a smile to my lips.

Vampyrs typically preferred to take as little blood from humans as possible. For one, there was usually no need to kill – the amount required through feeding was hardly fatal. For another, there was no point if you had a servaglio. They were a renewable, willing source of sustenance.

And besides, dead bodies left too many questions, and if discovered, a mob of angry humans could too easily destroy one of us.

But I’d also heard that the amount of blood imbibed when draining a human could induce the most exquisite orgasms for weeks. Orgasms I could share with my Lunessa.

Yes, this was sounding more appealing by the minute. In fact, it was almost poetic – Grace’s final act would help prove how wrong she was about Marlowe’s bedroom proclivities.

“As well as I can be, given the circumstances,” I replied.

“Circumstances being your ex-Lunessa’s currently getting railed by a bunch of jacked werewolves?” Grace added, blowing a piece of hair out of her face after finally joining us.

I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes. I can’t kill her in an airport full of humans, I can’t kill her in an airport full of humans…

“Dammit, Grace, what the hell is wrong with you?” Jen responded on my behalf.

Grace sighed, unwittingly signing her own death warrant. I doubted I could last the whole week if she kept this up.

“Come, I have a suite at the Hotel Monteleon. Why don’t you two freshen up there and rest? We’re expected at Sang Noir tonight.”

Jen’s eyes lit up in anticipation. Sang Noir was a vampyr club, one of only four in the country – the other three being in LA, Miami, and Atlanta.

Thanks to New Orleans’ association with fictional vampyr tales, desperate women came to the city in droves looking for beautiful males to role-play their blood sucking fantasies with. For actual vampyrs, it made for the perfect hunting ground, and my kind had flocked here for the steady stream of willing women ready to be bit, fucked, and forgotten.

It was a fitting place to bid adieu to my servaglio.

I winked at Jen, running my tongue over my sharpening canine suggestively, but the invitation made me nervous. One of the elders from the Council had reached out after our meeting, asking if we could speak more on my relationship with Marlowe. He had said he was rethinking his support of this whole campaign, and I needed to convince him otherwise.

Grace didn’t stop talking the whole way back to the hotel, and I was starting to consider getting her a separate room. How she had such little self-awareness was baffling to me. I returned none of her affections, shot down all of her sightseeing plans, and ignored her questions more times than I could count.

Yet she blathered on, completely undeterred.

She disappeared into the bathroom as soon as we arrived and Jen cleared her throat, speaking quietly. “It’s okay, Mike. She’s getting on my nerves, too. She told me on the flight that she thinks she can replace Marlowe, and that’s her goal while she’s here.”

I whipped my head around to face her and seethed. “She said what ?”

“She really doesn’t have a clue. Look, I know it’s not my place to have any kind of say over your servaglio, but…”

I placed my phone on a side table and walked up behind her, pulling her into my chest and grabbing her throat. She relaxed into me while my grip tightened, her immediate submission hardening my cock. “Jen, as my second, you are always entitled to have an opinion on anyone below you. Speak your mind.”

She released a breathy moan, arching her back and pushing her round, curvy ass against my dick, rocking back and forth. “You can do better than Grace. She doesn’t deserve you. She doesn’t understand you or what you have with Marlowe. She’ll always be jealous she’s not your Lunessa.”

“Mm, and you’re not?” I asked, my teeth grazing the thin skin of her neck.

“Never,” she sighed. “I’m only jealous of you for getting to fuck her.”

My hand wandered down under the band of her leggings, finding her dripping wet. She gave a sweet little gasp as I slipped a finger into her cunt, running it along her inner walls while she squirmed and writhed in front of me.

“Such a good girl, Jen. The perfect second. Would you like a reward for your behavior?”

“Yes,” she groaned, tilting her head further to the side.

I added a second finger, whispering in her ear, “What would you like?”

She reached a hand up and grabbed my hair. “Whatever you want to give me.”

My cock throbbed in response. “Good answer.”

My teeth sank into her neck as I pushed against her G-spot. Her orgasm tore through her as she panted and whimpered, her knees buckling from the pleasure. Blood dripped onto the carpet, the coppery tang filling my mouth.

After drinking my fill, I licked the wound on her skin closed and led her closer to the bed, pushing her down on her stomach and pulling her leggings and underwear down and off. Her ass rose beautifully in the air, slowly circling in anticipation.

My belt unbuckled and my zipper undone, I pulled out my cock and prodded the head against her entrance, then lowered it slightly to tease her clit again. “You’ll come again for me, won’t you?”

“Always,” she replied, her voice husky in post-bite bliss.

I nudged my cock in an inch, enjoying the way she pushed against me, desperate for more, and happily obliged.

Jen was no omega, but for a human she was almost perfect. That was part of the reason I wanted to bring her to the club with me tonight. I was hoping to find a new master for her. Even if I couldn’t keep her, I’d trained her well enough that some other vampyr could reap the rewards.

Every thrust brought me slightly more inside her tight cunt, and she moaned in response. “Harder! Fuck me until it hurts!”

Who could argue with that? I grabbed her hips and thrust all the way to the hilt, my balls slapping violently against her wet skin.

Her gasp and grimace told me I’d succeeded in bringing her the pain she craved. I was about to pull out and go again when the bathroom door opened.

“Hey, you’re getting started without me?”

My dick softened a touch at the grating sound of her voice, but before I could respond Jen turned to look at her and yelled. “Shut the fuck up Grace, this isn’t for you!”

Grace’s face turned red and she mumbled something under her breath, retreating to lick her wounds.

“Mike,” Jen whimpered, her fingers gripping the bedspread. “Please, don’t stop.”

I fucked her until she cried.

J en’s outburst had effectively shamed Grace until we were finished.

After showering, I let Grace know very clearly that I was in no mood for her mindless chit chat and reminded her that, as the lowest ranking member of my servaglio, she was expected to be humble, demure, and above all – silent.

Her apology was quiet, but when she reached for my crotch, I twisted her wrist until it almost snapped. How did she still not understand?

“You’ll get my cock when you’ve earned it. Do not embarrass me tonight.”

I had told them to pack for a night out, and at least I could trust the both of them on that. Grace wore a skintight, black dress with cutouts along her stomach and a high slit in the skirt. A large bracelet attempted to hide the bruises from our earlier conversation.

Jen had chosen a navy halter jumpsuit made of velvet, with silver pumps and large hoop earrings.

And they both matched my simple black suit and maroon shirt. I had skipped the tie, leaving the top button opened. Hiding your neck was a sign of weakness among vampyrs, and I needed to display my strength that evening.

“You know what’s expected of you,” I reminded them from the front seat of the Uber. “Elder Sable wants to know about Marlowe, so we’re mostly going to talk about her. As my servaglio, you need to be in agreement with anything I say. Any hint of discord reflects poorly on me and my ability to choose women appropriately. That could mean the revocation of the Council’s warriors.”

I turned around and faced Grace directly, scowling. “Can I trust you to keep your mouth shut and face neutral?”

“Yes, master,” she whispered, her eyes focusing on the purse on her lap.

“If you ruin this for me, Grace, I swear to the Moon, I will kill you. Slowly and painfully.”

The Uber driver side-eyed us nervously, and I shifted in my seat to face him. “ We’re just joking .”

His eyes darkened. “Yes, you were just joking.”

The car dropped us off in front of an empty alley in the French Quarter, and we followed the ivy-covered brick walls until we arrived at a small, nondescript red door. I knocked, and a pair of violet eyes glared at us from the peephole.

“Password?”

I bared my fangs in response, the peephole sliding shut as the heavy locks were lifted and the door opened.

“Enjoy your evening.”

I nodded at the doorman and headed down the long hallway, following the din of voices and jazz music, the smell of iron-rich blood and aged bourbon heavy in the air. At the end were a set of heavy curtains, and I pushed them aside, holding them open behind me for Jen and Grace.

We were greeted by a human hostess wearing a mesh mini dress and nothing underneath, her neck covered in puncture wounds and her expression vacant.

“Name?” she asked slowly, wavering slightly on her stilettos.

“Sanguinetti.”

Her eyes went in and out of focus as she scrolled down her list. “Oh, here you are, at Elder Sable’s table.” She looked up, a slow smile spreading across her pale face. “You’re a sexy one, aren’t you? Care for an amuse bouche?” She offered her neck to me, but I simply kissed her skin, my fingers trailing lightly over her nipple sticking straight through one of the holes of her dress.

“Some other time,” I replied.

She shrugged. “I’ll be here all night if you change your mind. This way.” She gestured with a finger, beckoning us to follow.

I tried not to look too much like it was my first time there, but my gaze wandered around the space as the hostess led us further back into the club.

The atmosphere was thick with lust and hunger, the scent of arousal coating the inside of my nose as I breathed in. Dim, amber lights flickered in shadowed corners like fireflies.

The ceilings, high and arched, were draped in dark silk, while sleek leather couches and ornate chairs were filled with my kind and their servaglios. Vampyrs conversed while women simply draped themselves in the periphery, offering pleasure in whatever manner their masters wanted.

Jen’s excitement was palpable, and I could feel her desire to engage in the activities building. Grace was mostly nervous, and I hoped it was over her fear of angering me further.

We were led to a recessed booth, the table small to allow for plenty of room in front of the upholstered, rounded seating. Elder Sable was the youngest of the Council, around fifty years old or so. His brown hair was still thick, slightly graying at the temples, and his violet eyes crinkled. He was making good use of the space already, nodding towards me as the woman on her knees in front of him bobbed over his crotch.

“I would stand, but…” He groaned, taking a sip of his drink and running his fingers through the woman’s hair.

I chuckled. “Yes, clearly. Elder Sable—”

“Call me Will.”

“Will, this is the rest of my servaglio, Jen and Grace.” They bowed their heads slightly.

The blonde woman on his dick popped up, her lipstick smeared. “Hey, girls! I’m Madison.”

Will grabbed her chin and forcefully held it. “Who said you could stop?”

She rolled her eyes and giggled, licking from his balls straight up his shaft to his head, before plunging him in her mouth again.

“Gotta keep a tight leash on the younger ones, their generation wouldn’t know respect if it slapped them across the ass.” He spoke roughly, grabbing her hair for emphasis. She moaned and he thrust up inside her, forcing her to gag.

“Yes,” I replied, giving Grace a pointed look. She recoiled, shrinking into her shoulders. “They certainly forget their place sometimes.”

Will gestured across from him. “Sit, sit. Take your cock out and relax.”

Jen slid in first and then I followed, wrapping an arm around her while I pointed towards my crotch and whistled at Grace. She got on her knees and went to work, while I flagged down a waitress. “Two whiskeys, neat.”

Vampyrs weren’t social by nature, and with San Francisco’s smaller population, I didn’t meet with my kind very often. Truth be told, I preferred the company of humans. And Marlowe, of course.

But I couldn’t say I’d never been curious about clubs like these before, and I was happy to finally experience one.

Clearing my throat, I started with pleasantries.

“I hear your Lunessa is expecting. You must be excited,” I said, shoving Grace’s head down hard until she coughed.

“Yes, but as you know, vampyr births are tricky. I lost my first Lunessa to childbirth around fifteen years ago. This one’s been on bedrest and sex is off the table. My servaglio is trying to make up for her, but I still find myself coming here most nights. I can’t wait ‘til the vampling is out, I miss her.”

Two women in the booth across from us fingered each other, and Jen squirmed while she watched, clenching her thighs together.

Will noticed her reaction, intrigue coloring his features. “You want to join the fun, don’t you?”

She looked at me for permission to reply and I nodded. “Desperately,” she whispered.

He inhaled sharply. “Tell you what, chérie – why don’t you take off that contraption and get yourself warmed up. I should have a free spot on my lap in a few minutes. I’d love to discuss business with a face full of your bouncing tits.”

Jen’s smile reached her eyes, and she swiftly untied the straps to the halter top, shimmying out of her jumpsuit. With one hand pinching her nipple, the other went straight for her cunt, slowly rubbing her clit while watching the women across from us. They now noticed her, too, their eyes glued to Jen’s spread legs as they came closer to their releases.

Will turned his attention back to me. “I take it this is their first time?”

I nodded and then shrugged. “Mine, too, actually. The closest club to where we live is in Los Angeles, and I don’t go down there very often.”

“La Luna Roja!” he sighed wistfully, rubbing Madison’s head and tangling her hair through his fingers. “That’s a shame. Every vampyr needs to visit at least once in his life. Perhaps when you and your Lunessa are reunited, you can bring her there.”

Exhibitionism wasn’t one of my kinks, but getting to fuck her in a room full of my brethren would be a dream come true. I adored showing her off.

As long as she was back on her hormone suppressants, of course. Her unblocked scent could cause a riot.

Madison’s head bobbed with greater urgency, and Will stopped her, holding her still as he came, grunting loudly. He patted her on the head as he pulled out. “Go get yourself a drink, find another cock, whatever you want.”

She kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you, Daddy.” With that, she sauntered towards the bar, and Will turned his attention to Jen. Her fingers were fully inside herself as she kneaded her breast.

“Look at you,” he remarked, his flaccid dick already hardening. He gave it a few strokes until it stood tall once more. “Ride me.”

Jen obeyed, removing her fingers from her dripping wet pussy and sliding over to where Will sat, sinking herself on him with a moan. With one hand on her ass, Will grabbed his drink with the other, sipping slowly as Jen began to roll her hips across his lap. His eyelids fluttered and he swallowed with a hard sigh.

Will then brought his mouth down to Jen’s nipple, biting into her as she threw her head back and drowned in pleasure. As much as I enjoyed Jen, it was in this moment I knew for certain that she was not Lunessa material, at least not for me. I felt no possession over her, and watching her melt into a puddle while fucking another vampyr elicited no feelings other than pride. Pride in having found her and for successfully bringing her into this world.

After a few deep pulls, Will released Jen’s nipple and sat back up, licking the blood off his lips. “There really is something to these California girls. I can practically taste the sunshine.”

“You should try them after a trip to Napa.” I winked, finally feeling my own release building.

“I can only imagine,” he moaned. He picked Jen up by her ass and then slammed her back over his cock. “Fuck, if this is your second, your Lunessa must be a goddess.”

I shoved my cock into Grace’s mouth forcefully, making my next points clear. “You have no idea. The tightest cunt, the highest libido, all wrapped up in a perfect, taut little body.”

She was also intelligent, empathetic, and funny. And the way her eyes would light up whenever she found me in a crowd always made my heart skip a beat, making me feel like I was the love of her life.

Because I had been, and she was mine. I had been so close to getting everything I’d ever wanted. But like Icarus, I’d flown too close to the sun and was now dealing with the consequences.

But this was not the time to talk about my Lunessa’s personality or the depth of my feelings. Maudlin declarations of love were the last thing this Elder likely wanted to hear.

Thoughts of Marlowe brought me closer to my orgasm. I thrust into Grace’s throat and shuddered, spilling my seed down her throat. As I pulled out, cum dribbled down her chin and I whispered, “Go find someone else to fuck, and stay out of the way.”

She nodded, wiping her face with the back of her hand. As soon as she stepped out of the booth two vampyrs dragged her into another one, and I ignored her muffled cries.

Will arched an eyebrow and I waved my hand in dismissal. “I am thinking of replacing her. She might be a better match for someone here.”

Jen reached behind her, grabbing the edge of the table for balance as she ground harder against the Elder. His hands slid up and down her waist, and then he lunged forward and bit her other nipple. Her orgasm triggered his, and they came together.

I waited patiently, sipping my drink until he was satisfied. He slapped Jen’s ass and grunted for her to move. “Clean yourself up, chérie, and hurry back. I’m not done with you yet.”

She licked the outer shell of his ear and got up. We both watched as she swung her hips down the hallway towards the bathroom, her head held high and blood dripping down her breasts.

Will whistled low, shaking his head in amusement. “If you’re ever thinking of letting that one go, I have plenty of space,” he said, flagging down the waitress for another drink and a wet towel.

“You like her?” I asked. This could be the in I needed.

“Sure. Is she good with others?” he asked.

I waited for the waitress to deliver his order, and he wiped off his cock and handed the towel back.

“Amazing. She loves pussy as much as cock, and she doesn’t have a jealous bone in her body.”

He laughed, but his expression was dubious. “And you want to get rid of her, too? What’s the catch?”

I swirled the ice in my glass, reminding myself who this was all for. “My Lunessa. I think the shock of our lifestyle scared her off. Omegas… they are our shifter equivalent in a way. Their appetites are voracious. They need several partners to fulfill them and are not open to sharing. The prospect of my divided attention made her angry.”

“Then find a new Lunessa,” he replied flatly, his eyes narrowing. “I am failing to understand why an omega would be a good match for a vampyr.”

I swallowed, taking a risk with my next words. “Because she is, quite honestly, more than enough for me. I got greedy with Jen and Grace, filling my biological imperative to create my servaglio. It’s taken almost losing her to realize I don’t need them.”

Will scoffed and crossed his ankle over his knee, leaning back into his seat. “This is why our strength is depleting, our powers disappearing. You young vampyrs have assimilated into human culture to the detriment of our species. Monogamy will never sate us. Our desires are too great for one female.”

“Vampyrs are weakening?” I asked. This was news to me.

“We used to fly, Michele. Did you know that?”

Fly? The look on my face must have confirmed something to the Elder, and he continued. “I suppose some of the loss of information is due to our kind’s lack of oral tradition and tendency towards isolation. It’s so easy to forget between the generations. I can assume, then, that your father or grandfather never told you, did they?”

I shook my head in disbelief. “No, never.”

“We used to be stronger, more virile… So many lost their lives in the Great War with the shifters. Those beasts cut us down to devastating numbers before a truce was found. Is breaking the treaty worth it for one omega Lunessa who, by all accounts, left you of her own free will?”

My hands curled to fists at my sides as I recalled the way that hulking blonde mutt had held her in the hotel. She only left me because of him and the others in his pack.

Between just the two of us, things had been perfect. I knew she would realize that soon. She might have even realized it now, but with four alphas foaming at the mouth to bond with her and claim her as their own, she’d never be able to escape them without help.

Jen returned, ready to go again, but Will pointed to a vampyr sitting at the bar, his eyes raking across my second’s generous curves. “His name is Charles, and he would love to eat your pussy right now. Won’t you let him?”

Charles beckoned her closer, licking his lips. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” Jen laughed. She blew us a kiss and skipped over, and I watched as she took the stool next to him, still completely naked and completely unashamed. He dropped to his knees and began devouring her, her eyes rolling back into her head as she leaned back against the bar.

My attention snapped back to Will as he spoke. “See? That is what we should be pursuing. Not a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence. Young vampyrs have grown soft, caring more about a woman’s feelings than their own needs.”

I didn’t answer. I could see his point of view and might have agreed with him before I had met Marlowe. But that party in Palo Alto had changed everything I thought I knew about myself, about this world. It was as though her very soul had imprinted on mine the moment our eyes met and I had caught the briefest hint of her pistachio and honey scent.

“A true Lunessa would welcome a servaglio,” he continued, “and the break it affords her to recover from her master. Then she can please him completely refreshed.”

“That’s just it,” I countered. “She’s never needed to recover. I only see my servaglio when I physically cannot be with my Lunessa.”

“Obviously,” he snorted. “Look at your second. She is starved for attention.”

My shoulders fell, turning around to see how Jen was doing. Another vampyr was now feeding from her neck, while a bar tender was pouring a shot into her open mouth.

And the sight of it did nothing for me.

This kind of lifestyle had been appealing when I was younger and single. But now? I would rather spend every evening at home, cuddled up next to Marlowe on the couch while watching her silly K-dramas.

The Elder wouldn’t understand that, though. No, the only way he’d understand was by fucking her.

“Jen is yours,” I said. “Once I depart for Wisconsin to retrieve my Lunessa, I will cede ownership to you.”

Will watched her, slowly stroking his cock. “And in return?”

“I only ask that you honor the agreement, and help me bring my Lunessa home,” I responded, clasping my hands together on the table.

His eyes shifted towards mine, narrowing. “Including my night with her?”

Unlike Jen, the thought of Marlowe sleeping with the Elder in front of me filled me with rage. But what else could I do? “Yes. As much as a vampyr loathes to share his Lunessa, if it means she is returned to me, and if it helps you see why she is so unique, then it will be more than worth it.”

“So be it.” He threw back his drink. “You will bring Jen to the Council and exchange her for your warriors when we call you. I’ll even add an additional ten, to be safe. I’m very curious to see if this omega is as good as you claim.”

I placed my palms on the table and bowed until my head touched the surface. “So be it.”

Grace’s high-pitched panting broke through the air. “And what about that one?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Her temperament is wanting. I was actually thinking about draining her.”

A smirk grew on his face. “I love a good draining. Why not bring her too, and we’ll make a feast out of her with the rest of the Elders?”

I smiled, relief relaxing my tense muscles. Tonight had gone even better than I had hoped. The promise of warriors would be upheld, and I had found a new home for Jen and a solution for Grace. “So be it.”