Page 117 of The Vampire's Mercy

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 forhisblood 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 heardhimpurr.

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…