Page 37 of The Vampire’s Mercy (Blood Melody #1)
“Give it to me.” She snatched his wrist, pressing it to her mouth and sucking greedily, grinding on him as he unzipped his trousers with his other hand.
Again, his eyes came my way, my skin crawling.
This guy was bad news.
I saw his dick as she lifted herself up to take him.
Nope. I looked away.
The other thralls moved around the room, the vampires feeding them, the ribbons fixed to their hearts, connected to the king.
Weird.
Clothes were torn from bodies, rendering the dress code redundant. Like, why not just come naked?
Thank fuck we didn’t!
It wasn’t long before ninety percent of the bodies were free of clothing. Flesh slapped on flesh, the sound of sexual grunts and moans and laughter became a wall of noise I couldn’t stand. And the blood flowed, passing from body to body.
Gross. But at the same time, I wanted some of this. I was hard as a rock, desperate to be naked myself, more than ready for his blood now.
I stayed put, eyes down as much as possible. The less I looked, the more I hoped to push through this. Maybe I wouldn’t need to feed. Maybe I could ride this wave and come out the other side having dodged a bullet. Because the moment I looked his way, I knew I’d lose myself.
My heart thrummed, my skin a delicate fabric of desire. My reason hung by a thread, a sexy threat on standby with a pair of scissors.
Silvanus was the sexy threat.
“Oh shit, babe! Oh shit!” a man cried from my left. “Ride it. Fucking ride it.”
Too close.
I shuffled to my right, bumping into a body. Taking a peek, I saw a thrall woman eating out a vampire, neither woman noticing me.
I have to get out of here.
But I want him.
Sweat dappled my body, my insides a bowl of squirming worms.
“Paris,” I heard him purr.
Fuck.
“Come to me, Paris.”
Gently, his command tugged at me. I pushed against it and he pulled harder.
“You must feed. But it doesn’t have to be like this. We can go somewhere else.”
I wasn’t sure if he was speaking in my head or out loud, and I didn’t care. I eyed the door, about to launch myself toward it.
But my eyes betrayed me with a sudden move in Silvanus’s direction. Curiosity butchering the cat, or at least my cat. Whatever! Stupid saying!
My stomach dropped at what I saw.
Silvanus stood naked before his throne, Elio kneeling before him. He met my eyes as he poured a goblet of blood over his dick. His blood. I could tell I could smell it, feel it’s citrussy aroma calling to me.
The king’s lips spread into a mischievous smile, making my face burn, while my hand cupped the bulging strain in my jeans.
Oh, shit.
Elio took him into his mouth, rocking his head back and forth while a woman took the goblet from the king, pouring it over her breasts. Two men, thralls, licked Silvanus’s blood from her.
Not this.
Not this.
Elio’s hand slid up Silvanus’s stomach as he worked him, playing with himself at the same time.
The sex sounds rose around me, making me dizzy. The room blurred around the edges, the bodies melting into moving goo. But not him. He stayed clear and present, beckoning me with a finger.
I wanted to be sick.
No…
“Come to me,” he said above the noise. “Come and take your fill. If you want to.”
I resisted him, staying in place.
“Come, Paris,” he spoke, his lips moving, so not in my head. “You have to feed.”
“I don’t want…” I swallowed, the sensation like gulping sand. “I don’t want this.”
Scumbag. Fucking scumbag making me come here to endure this. Calling me to partake in this depravity. Because that’s what it was. Dirty. Crude.
Sinful.
“You’re a monster,” I said, pushing against my desire.
“Then you can leave and feed later.” He did say this part inside my head this time. “I won’t force you. Remember what I said.”
Easy for him to say when I craved his blood so much. He shouldn’t have put me in this situation.
I made myself laugh. Was I for real? Being a thrall was my punishment, for fuck’s sake. Why not force me? Why not have me passed around this room to really plunge into dirty sin?
After all, he didn’t care about a vampire killer. He wanted to hurt me like I wanted to hurt him. This was a game. He’d said himself that I’d had it easy, so here we go. Bring on the pain. Whatever he said about choice, it meant nothing because I knew he was a rotten monster at heart.
He might not be commanding me, but my lust grasped at the wheel. It got me to my feet, my fingers fiddling with the left sleeve of the tank top.
Not this.
Never this.
Elio stood up, kissing the king. Silvanus dropped the goblet, cupping the elf’s head, taking his eyes off me.
My jaw clenched.
A hand slid to Elio’s arse, the king patting it playfully.
Get out of here…
The elf broke the kiss. Silvanus spun him to face this way, sliding his lips over his slender neck, nuzzling him.
Those hazel eyes met mine, smug triumph coming at me again.
My own envy went volcanic. I charged forward, leaping over bodies, about to drag the elf off my king.
I slammed on my brakes.
Not my king.
Never my king.
Silvanus looked at me, eyes boring into my soul. “Are you alright?”
Elio licked blood from his lips, still smug, the king’s hand on his dick.
The nerve of him, the nerve of all of them. Thralls and vamps, all gathered together, all engaging in this dirtiness. They all needed extermination, to be wiped off the face of the realm.
Shame on me for getting myself into this mess. The lusty wheel melted into a pile of gunk as it fucking well should be.
Shame on me for not killing the king. I should’ve tried harder, stabbed and stabbed and stabbed him until I smashed the Heart of All. Enjoyed the air being choked with the bone dust from the mass extinction of these scumbags.
Gone. Gone. Gone.
Gone forever. Because of me. Because of who I was born to be.
“Paris?”
Damn his voice. Damn his everything. He didn’t get to control me. He didn’t get to keep me as some singing pet to help him, only to throw me away later.
But I want his blood!
My whining broke something in me, the binds keeping me from unraveling.
I summoned my stakeblade and launched myself at the nearest vamp, burying the weapon into his heart.