Page 128 of Eternal Obsession

“What the. . . ?” Edward staggered back, horrified.

Alex clung to him. He punctured Edward’s neck and sucked. It was a vampire kiss, merciless, yet drenched in seduction, a breathtaking violence that held you captive in its gaze.

I placed my hand on the back of Alex’s head, holding him against the man, sharing in the thrill of the assault. Edward’s jaw dropped. Alex submerged himself in the feed. He rocked, his hunger subsiding. Alex was enraptured.

“Alex, he’s begging to be let go. Don’t kill him!” I said.

Alex pulled back. He wiped blood from his mouth. Dazed, he stared at the young man whom I supported. I turned Edward toward me and bit into his neck, drinking what was left. Edward’s mortal coil quivered, then snapped. I dropped him to the ground, dead.

“Now bring me another. You have exactly two minutes,” I said.

Alex stared at me.

“Well?” I said.

Alex withdrew, heading back through the doors to the dance area of the club. Pushing through the crowd, he searched the room, scanning for the one who would please me. Vampires glanced in his direction, fascinated. Alex ignored them and looked around for our next victim. He wondered for a moment if this was his perfect opportunity to attempt an escape.

He admitted he was actually beginning to enjoy himself. Perhaps, he considered, for the first time that he could remember. This game was exhilarating. He looked for the most attractive victim to present.

Alex’s eyes fell upon him. He approached the tall dark-haired man, his raw arrogance discernible. The stranger offered him one of his cigarettes. Alex declined, taking his hand and leading him away from the dance area. Alex was relieved to see I had hidden Edward’s body.

“Meet Matthew,” Alex said.

“That was three minutes,” I chastised. “But you’re forgiven, as this one is an improvement on the first.”

Matthew sensed danger. “I’m out of cigarettes. I’m going to get some more⁠—”

“We don’t sell them. But I can have some brought in,” I said.

He hesitated, looking from me and then back to Alex. “My friends have some.”

“You know that stuff can kill you?” I said.

Matthew rolled his eyes. He turned to go.

Alex grabbed hold of Matthew’s shirt, yanking him back.

“Careful, boy, the shirt’s Armani!” Matthew joked and headed toward the doorway.

“Matthew, wait,” I said.

He scowled. “I’m done.”

“Yes, you are.” I grabbed hold of him.

Alex watched in wonderment.

The music thumped on . . .

I sucked at Matthew’s sweaty neck, controlling his head by grasping his scalp, savoring his weak tussle. With each beat of his heart blood was forced into my mouth.

Alex and I locked gazes.

Though I was the one to drink, the pleasure was ours to share, a luxurious taking what was rightfully ours. It felt like a sacred ritual, and as I gazed into his eyes, a beautiful bond unfurled between us.

The man fell to his knees in shock, unable to move from the loss of blood, his expression one of horror.

I gestured to Alex to drink. “Mind the shirt. It’s Armani!”