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This time, he runs his fingers through my hair. He wants his cock in my mouth, but he’s too much of a gentleman to force it there before I’m ready for it.

My clit throbs.

My nipples have peaked and they are throbbing too.

Fuck, I want him to touch me.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I take him hungrily into my mouth. All the way to the back until I’m gagging and Kole’s saying, “Careful, Little Star, don’t hurt yourself.”

But I ignore him.

The only thing that will satiate the ache inside me is giving him the best orgasm of his life. Feeling his cum trickle down my throat, hearing him call my name.

And, yes, perhaps a part of me hopes she is watching.

That she sees how I make him see stars, and how good I make him feel, and that she is sick with jealousy.

She already hates me, so what is it to me if she hates me more?

8

KIM

Every cell in my body is vibrating. Demonic energy hums in the air. The place is so thick with it I can hardly breathe. Demons, and the stench of cold, rancid evil.

Whatever surface I’m sitting on is freezing cold and slick with moisture. Damp. Mossy, perhaps.

I peel my eyes open but they take a moment to adjust to the lack of light. At first, it’s like I’m staring into a black hole but then shadows start to materialize. Blood curdling sounds fill the air. The sound of animals eating. Except, they are not animals; they are vampires. And they’re not eating; they’re drinking.

I raise a shaky hand to my throat. When I squint down at my fingers, they are covered in thick congealed blood. I run my fingertips over two small holes in my neck, surrounded by angrier more broken flesh.

I try to stand, but my body won’t play ball. I’m weaker than I’ve ever felt.

In all my years hunting, I’ve managed to avoid being bitten until tonight. Knowing what it feels like makes me damn sure I’m never going to let it happen again. Like being stung by a wasp, the memory of the pain will make me more nervous of vampires from now on.

“Kim…” Zephyra’s voice drifts over to me. I don’t need to be able to see in the dark to know she will be draped over her throne, precisely where she was the first time I met her.

This time, dragging myself up using the damp tunnel wall to steady myself, I raise to my feet. I move forward slowly, my eyes catching on the fucking and feeding vamps either side of me.

Finally, she comes into view.

True to form, she is sitting with her legs over one arm of the throne. Pale and exposed, they are long, lean, and seem to stretch on forever.

She is too skinny for me, too angular, too bony. But her presence is intoxicating. There’s no other word for it.

Flicking her thick, dark hair over her shoulder she turns to meet my eyes. A smile parts her full pillowy lips. She is holding a chalice, and dips her finger into it. When she lifts it out, it is slick with blood. She inhales the scent then raises her finger to her lips and sucks it dry.

I swallow hard.

“How is your injury?” she asks, gesturing to my neck.

Again, I run my forefinger over the wound and wince as it brushes the open flesh. “Hurts like a bitch,” I tell her.

“My apologies, but you’ll appreciate we had to make it look… convincing.”

I close my eyes and breathe in deeply.