Page 8 of Sweet Inferno

I closed my eyes and allowed the feeling to take over. Each time I checked back in, I smiled, curiously watching what was going on around us. Next to us, a tall, lean man with caramel hued skin and shoulder length locs danced with a woman in a blue leather dress.

One of his massive hands lay flat over her stomach and the other firmly gripped her right breast. He held her to him while she moved with a slow grind, swaying her hips.

Her arms were lifted above her head and angled back enough to lace her fingers into his locs while his mouth rested at the side of her throat. Their rhythm never faltered, not even while he drank from her neck. The more he feasted, the harder her body rolled against his, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Every few seconds her body shuddered and she leaned deeper into his frame.

In front of us there was another couple dancing face to face. Another fine ass man with a beard, Caesar cut fade, and deep chocolate skin. The woman clinging to him was a thick redbone with spandex outlining her body. The catsuit exposed her curves, which his greedy hands explored. When he dipped his head and kissed her collarbone, I caught sight of his fangs right before they sank into her skin. She gasped and her teeth grazed her full, red lips while she pulled him in closer.

My mind was dizzy with lust watching all of this happening around me. My heart beat so thunderously that every vampire in the building had to hear it. Blood rushed through my veins and pounded in my ears.

When my eyes did another sweep to see if we had anyone’s attention, my skin heated when the man with locs glanced at me over his partner’s shoulder. His eyes met mine, his teeth still in her neck as hunger flashed in his gaze when it roamed my body. I didn’t miss the lust and appreciation lingering in his eyes while watching me. He lifted his mouth from her throat long enough to run his tongue over his teeth, clearing the blood as he smiled arrogantly before he lowered his head again. The moment felt so predatory but also sexy.

We danced through several songs, only stopping when our bladders screamed for relief. We left the dance floor and Nee dragged me to one of the elevators for VIP with a promise that there were private bathrooms which meant no wait, or at the very least, shorter lines.

She was right, no wait. After I finished, washed my hands, and exited the black on black private bathroom suite, I felt refreshed and ready for my next drink. The air was cooler up here and chilled my skin, which was a welcomed change from the body heat we were surrounded by on the dance floor. We found a spot at the bar this time and ordered our next round of drinks. Eternal Ecstasy shots, which were some dark liquid that looked black and smoky, but neither of us hesitated. We tossed them back one by one, half cringing and smiling from the burn.

“You remember when you asked what the stamp was for?”

My brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“At the door, the stamp on our necks and wrists?” Nee gave me a look that had me narrowing my eyes. I was going to kill this woman.

“Yeah, why?”

“They mark you by what you’re open to.”

“Is that what this shit means?” I narrowed my eyes at Nee and lifted my wrist into view. She nodded, smiling smugly. It made sense why she had dragged me away after I asked about it. She didn’t want ol’ girl to tell me.

“Why the hell would you do that? And aren’t they supposed to ask for consent?”

“When you pay at the door, they do, but I got our VIP passes online when I reserved the suites. So all I had to do was check yes for feeding.”

My eyes narrowed more and she quickly added, “But I paid for the private experience, so we get to try it up here. It was expensive as hell too, so you’re welcome. I had to put that shit on a credit card.”

“Nee, I didn’t ask you to. I told you I wasn’t getting down like that.”

There was no way in hell I was going into a private suite with a vampire.

“Why not? Now that we’re here, it’s not that scary.”

She was right, it wasn’t scary at all. It looked damn near erotic and had my stomach and pussy pulsing just thinking about the lustful look in the women’s eyes who willingly shared their blood.

“I don’t know, Nee.” I looked around.

“Calm your overthinking ass down. It’s not like they’re going to just come over here and attack you.”

My eyes narrowed. “You don’t know that.”

I looked around the VIP lounge which had the same red lighting as the lower level. One side was lined with black leather lounge chairs and sofas while the other side was a row of dark wood doors with black handles. The music was the same as the lower level but not as loud, however the bass was still heavy. It was nice up here and looked like any other VIP space with a few exceptions.

Baby, these people had no shame…

On a wall between two of the doors was a woman in a short silver dress with her back against the paneling that separated two of the rooms. Her head was angled to the side while a man stood in front of her with his body pressed to hers. One of his legs was positioned between hers and she fisted his shirt at the sides.

His mouth was at her throat while her eyes were set low, lips parted as he allowed his teeth to graze her neck. When I moved my eyes lower, I noticed his hand thrusting between her thighs.

On the lounge directly across from them, a woman was draped across a man’s lap. She had one arm around his neck while she rocked and circled her hips, bouncing on his dick. He watched her moving with heavy-lidded eyes and a smirk on his face.

“They really just be fucking all out in the open up here.”