As Lajos’s elder in the vampire hierarchy, I wouldn’t be required to give him a damn thing. But I had a reputation for this game and how I played it, which meant Darius and Juliet would need to engage in their parts for us to succeed.
“Mmm, gladly,” Darius replied, his stoic expression turning to one of pure animalistic hunger. “Stand.” His grip shifted to the back of Juliet’s nape as he pulled her up from her curtsy.
21
Jace
Juliet’s thighshad to burn from holding that pose, yet she showed no outward signs of discomfort. Perhaps because Darius provided her with healthy doses of his own blood for healing. Or more likely because she’d been practically raised in that position.
I very much doubted Calina could submit in that manner for as long as Juliet—something I would account for in my plan.
Darius led Juliet to the table where I’d left my glass of wine. He moved everything out of the way before demanding, “Present yourself for me, darling. I’m starving.”
My fingers drifted along Calina’s jaw and down her throat. Featherlight. Tender. But underlined with lethal promise.
She swallowed in response, her pulse skipping a beat.
I hummed in approval as I drew my touch along the neckline of her dress to the deep V between her breasts.
“This dress is beautiful on you,” I whispered. “But it’s not nearly short enough.” Likely because the gown belonged to Juliet and she had a few inches on Calina’s height. “I’ll order you a wardrobe for our trip, one that fits properly.”
No more lab coats or scrubs for the stunning doctor. She would be wearing lace for the foreseeable future.
Or maybe just skin.
Juliet gracefully positioned herself on the table while Darius took a seat between her splayed thighs. She lay back on the wood with her legs dangling over the edge and enticingly situated the slit of her gown by dragging the fabric over to one side and exposing her lower body to Darius’s view.
My hands fell to Calina’s hips, and I turned her to face the show, pressing my chest to her back and my lips to her ear. “Vampires crave touch.” The words were soft and meant for her, but I knew Darius could hear them even over the roar of the engines. “We’re sensual creatures who love to fuck. And there’s nothing sexier to us than mingling pleasure with blood.”
This was information she already knew, but that didn’t mean she fully understood it.
“You told me vampires are innately sexual to lure our prey. You’re not wrong. However, we all have our own preferences in how we hunt and feed.” I kissed the throbbing pulse point at her neck as Darius drew his palms up Juliet’s bare thighs. The fabric of her gown had revealed her entirely, the slits meant precisely for this purpose.
“Many of us are sadists,” I continued softly. “We like pain. We like to hear humans scream. We like to make them bleed.”
Darius bent to press his lips to the inside of Juliet’s knee, eliciting a shiver from the female on the table.
Her arousal graced the air, the sweet scent an enticement that beckoned to my baser instincts. But Calina’s sharp intake of air captured my focus, her own fragrance a taunt to my self-control.
I wanted to splay her on that table in the same position as Juliet and taste her delicious cunt.
Soon,I promised myself as Darius began licking a path upward.Very soon.
“Most vampires would already be feeding,” I told her. “But Darius likes to prolong the moment, to tease the arousal out of her and force her submission entirely.”
I nibbled Calina’s earlobe and wrapped my arms around her waist, securing her against me as she fought to remain standing on the shoes Juliet had given her. They were stilettos, and I suspected they might be a little too big, just like the dress. Calina probably didn’t wear heels often, if ever.
Another factor I would have to remember for our scenario in Lajos Region.
Juliet’s fingers curled into fists at her sides, her eyes closing in pleasure-induced agony as Darius continued his slow path upward.
“It’s all about sensual presentation.” I spoke the words against Calina’s ear once more. “There’s power in displaying patience, particularly when enticed by such a rare blood type. Most in Darius’s position wouldn’t be able to hold back. Which makes what he’s doing that much more erotic.”
I nuzzled her neck to punctuate the point.
Her blood called to me, but I was able to delay the gratification of tasting her. Even as her interest piqued around me, her pussy wet beneath her gown, ready for me to engage her. I could taste it on my tongue, her desire to play an aphrodisiac that tested my patience.
But I was a master at this game.
